On Thanksgiving & Piggery

I tend to like the word 'Piggery'-however, it is what got me into trouble on the first place. I have a lot to be thankful for -- one of the things was the allergy medicine I just learned I have to take. It makes me sleepy but guess what? The vet said I need an extra 1/4 cup of food a day when taking the medicine - I now have a new found appreciation for my vet -- which I am thankful for as well!


I am thankful for my sister Daisy... my brother Weezy, mom & dad and of course food - in all it's glory and insistence that I eat it! The picture there is of Daisy wearing her bandana.

Getting back to the vet - she says that if it is not the air outside/ragweed/mold it just might be certain foods. We are still in the discovery stage so it may take a while. In the meantime, she said I need to lose a pound -- and for a Chihuahua like me - 1lb is like 20 on a human!

So what if I stole a bite of pizza or that slimy rigatoni? I steal carrots and broccoli too you know! Now I am paying for it by having itchy paws and eyes.

...just 20 more days of medicine left - I wonder if they will take my extra daily plate of food once I am through?

I wrote a Thanksgiving poem just for you...

Piggery, diggery, dog...

The turkey was so good!

I snacked 'til eight, my belly was sate

I can't help it - I'm a lover of food!

Piggery, diggery, dog - I need to go for a jog,

I ate all five, a silly canine - and now I sleep like a log!

Ode to My Hoodie

When oh when did my hoodie become one?


It's warm, it's fuzzy, brown and thick,
I love to wear it when I am sick,


I wear my hoodie to the park,
I wear my hoodie in the dark,
I wear my hoodie in the store,
I wear my hoodie when I'm bored,

And when my hoodie I extend, it's then I hide from my mom's friends.
I love my hoodie -- yes I do, it gets me foodie, don't it you?
If ever my hoodie gets lost, I pray to God it's not unjust -

...that another doggie just like me, will enjoy it more and warm he be.
God bless my hoodie!

Do You Bite?

On a recent shopping trip, a stranger stuck her hand in my carrier and started to try and touch my ear while asking - "Do you bite?"

A co-worker approached telling her - "You don't go and stick your hand in a dog's face and THEN ask if it bites-- that's a good way to find out."

Luckily for her - I wasn't hungry that day - woof! woof! woof!

I was thinking about this - and trust. One can tell those who are 'dog people' and those that are not. Dog people will approach most dogs trustingly in hopes that their dog-loving aura will be detected by said dog and dog says "This one is a friend - not foe - proceed."

But then even I have been accosted by seemingly innocent canine companions. Thinking - they are my friend and whoops - their Elvis-like snarl takes over!

I have never bitten anyone - regardless of my mood. I think most people carry food with them - in their pockets - in their purses - sometimes right on their hands -- and why ruin my chances?

Next time someone asks, "do you bite?" I will reply - "Yes, I bite, I bite food - do you have any?"

NEXT!

Who Stole My Bone?

For some reason each time I have a rawhide bone I don't get to keep it for long. Mom puts it away after watching me play and chew for a while. Yesterday, dad found where mom was keeping it and let me have it. It wasn't long before Weasel and Daisy stole it from me. They had already eaten theirs - why take mine?

So mom gets home and says something to dad about how it is my bone. She takes it from Weasel, who now has eaten it to the last nub and gives it back to me. Daisy then comes by when mom walks away, steals it and hides it and mom finds it in the foyer bench cushions and gives it back to me.

Minutes later, mom tells me she wants me to go out - and of course, my bone is gone. Oh where, oh where has my little bone nub gone? Oh where can it be?

To be continued...

Mr. Magoo

I had a hard time waking up this morning. Mom says I looked like Mr. Magoo with eyes half shut while she was trying to put on my sweater. I think the steak I had last night did me in. Mom and dad had filet and there was a lot left over so they shared it with me, Daisy and Weasel. We didn't get much though - so it wasn't fair!

Anyway - guess what I did this morning? I think I perfected the 'roll-over on my back' trick - or what they call Bang Bang... They point their finger at me - say "bang bang" and I roll over to play dead... here's the thing - I knew I would get some sort of treat if I did it - so I did. Not so sure if I will do this on a regular hard wood floor - you'd have to bribe me.

WOOF!

Just figuring things out...

So finally we were able to fix the whole photo issue. It appears all we needed to do was minimize it to 85% proportions and that made a difference.

I thought about today - we went to a get together and I was brought to practice being with other people. About four different people held me and kept saying how good I was.

I am not sure what I was supposed to be good about - since they were holding me. There really wasn't anywhere to go. The only scary part was that two of the people who held me where continuously trying to kiss me - hard to get used to that. One might have even put lipstick on me. The woman said that I had a kissable little face. The man kept saying that I was gentle and soft - and another little boy mentioned how sweet I was. What did he expect me to do -? Bite him?

I was admiring the taco dip mom made that was on the table. She let me have a taste but that was it. I was starving! I should have taken a bigger bite. Next time - beware - WOOF!