Sunday, July 31, 2016

Chihuahua Of Habit

Spot has to eat behind a baby gate because otherwise she will claim the other dogs' food. She has to have a piddle pad next to her dish because she will go potty right after she eats, wherever she is.

She has to be given extra time to eat and go potty, but if she's done, and she thinks she was left too long behind the gate, she'll making harumphing noises. When she thinks she's sighed and hurumphed long enough, she'll bark a couple of times, at which point she ends up pacing like a caged tiger.

Even with the doggy Prozac, she's high strung and high maintenance. I vaguely remember feeding small, fussy children, but Spot is even more fussy!

Friday, July 29, 2016

Warm Doggos

Chihuahuas are strange animals. My pack and I live in Oregon, but their little hearts will always long for the warmer climates. Even in 97 degree heat, they still burrow in the blankets with the air conditioning on. And since I'm not going to turn the AC off, my doggos still get cold when it's roasting outside!

"Don't patronize me, Pet--it's still freezing in here!"

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Bork Bork I Am Doggo

So many irons in the fire, but I decided to do something quick, fun and tangible. I love dogs, and humor, and the internet, so it seemed natural to pick a dog meme Facebook page and put a web site there.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Pokemon Go Buddies

The last few weeks I've been walking with my sister, playing Pokemon Go. I didn't get it at first, but it's getting thousands of people out of the house who wouldn't normally be outside the house, and it's hard to see that as a bad thing.

Out of four of my dogs, only one is well behaved enough to function around a huge number of people--my little guy, Ty.

He's a dream to be with out in public. He's a little shy though, but he's still made lots of friends.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Two Feet Of String

Zoey is about as smart as a mute, three year old human. But three year old humans aren't exceptionally bright, and I've had some of the same issues with Zoey as I did raising little kids.

Today she proved herself by swallowing about two feet of string from a blanket. What's worse, she had apparently been swallowing string for a couple hours, because string was partially digested. As I very slowly pulled it out of her, it kept coming. And kept coming.

She was fighting me every inch of the string, and I was scared as hell to give her an internal rope burn, so I had to hold her pretty firmly. 30 years ago my cat did the same thing and it kind of freaked me out. But at my age, I've raised kids and have cared for hundreds of animals. I was calm and did a good job preventing her discomfort or having to be rushed to the doggy ER.

Who me? I'm a little angel

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Bonding With Smokey

Smokey was our first Chihuahua, and he was my dog the first day we brought him into our home. He chose me. The missus got him as her dog and he chose me from day one, which meant that she now needed more Chihuahuas. But we never really bonded. More like he bonded to all the food I gave him. He chose me because I dropped food when I ate.

Then in  a large household with seven Chihuahuas, kids, work and all the other life stuff, he never really bonded with anyone. The little bit of time I had to devote to him personally wasn't enough. He seemed to want food much more than attention.

Now it's a much different living situation, and he's really been flourishing. A smaller pack, more time, less stress--whatever is different is really agreeing with Smokey.

I knew that Spot finally accepted Smokey when she started "Spot-blocking" him

I remember when Smokey had his knee surgery, the surgeon called me to give special instructions for him because my dog "was kind of an asshole." It's like he was a grumpy old man since the day he was born.

He had a little tiff with Spot today over the prime sun spot, but overall he's getting along great with the whole pack. He's not only bonding with the pack, but he's been bonding better with me. Today I was petting Zoey and Smokey came up and wanted some love, too.

It kind of sucks that I'm only properly bonding with Smokey after 10 years, but better late than never. It's gratifying seeing him so content. He's always been the typical high strung Chihuahua, so it's nice seeing him so relaxed and happy with his place in the world.

Sunday, July 3, 2016


The other day I had to carry Zoey the last 100 yards or so of our walk. Sometimes she gets scared and stops and sometimes she has to stop and go potty. But mostly she keeps up with me and likes looking and sniffing at the scenery.

At first I thought she was just scared of something. The day before a big Labrador had run up to a chain link fence and scared both of us. So I thought she was a little scared and tugged on the leash a little to give her the cue to catch up.

I could tell she was trying to keep up. She's been a really good listener lately. And then she gave me a pitiful look and I knew she was having issues. I picked up up and she felt a little warm. So I carried her the rest of the way. She didn't feel that bad because she perked up in my arms and was trying to snap at flying insects while we walked the rest of the way. I said "get the flies Zo Zo" and she looked at me like "I'm working on it, Pet!"

Ty acted like he would've been happy with three more walks. He has his mommy Spot's energy.