March 29th 2009 11:42 pm
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I am boycotting the kitchen floor. Mom insists on cutting my nails on a regular basis no matter how much I wriggle and squirm during these episodes of puppy abuse, and boy did she really mess up last time! She normally holds me vertically when she clips my nails (with my paws dangling if you can believe it!), but this last time I fought and squirmed around until I was flat on her lap. I thought this might be a bit better than being held like a water hose, but apparently it just made mom cut my nails at a weird angle. Now I can't stand on tiled floor without slipping all over the place! Well, mom says that my nails have grown out now and should be perfectly fine, but I'm not so sure I believe her. So now I refuse to step more than two paws onto the tile at any given time, even when strangers come into the house (I can't see the door from the carpeted living room) or mama drops food on the floor. It's definitely a bummer not being able to go into the kitchen, but I just am sooo mad about mom making me slip around! Mom and Chris think that I'm scared of the tile since I freeze and shiver if one of them sits me on it, but they are so totally wrong. This ferocious chihuahua is scared of nothing ... well, nothing other than garbage trucks, at least. I am shivering in anger, people!! Sure, it means that I may never be able to leave the living room without mom's help again, but I think I may just boycott the tile floor forever!
March 14th 2009 7:46 pm
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So, it's been totally forever since I last wrote in my diary! Sooo much has happened to me over the last few years ... can you all believe that I'm about to turn 5 years old?? Anyway, I guess the most important news is that I moved to Michigan ... into a house with three cats!!!! I can't believe that mom thought this would be a good idea. I mean, I already had to deal with Duphis (for those of you who aren't long-time readers, Duphis has been my #1 feline enemy since I first came home) and then she goes and does this. The two new felines are named Oz and Willow, and I really don't like them very much. They're always trying to get attention from my people, and sometimes Willow chases me when she's in one of her moods. I don't like that one bit! This whole moving in with two new cats apparently had something to do with mom getting married ... I like my new dad, but the cats are simply unbearable!
Other than the new feline enemies, the only other real indignity that has been forced upon me is the quarterly trips to the vet where someone always pinches my butt and makes me squawk! I think this is outright puppy abuse, but mom seems to disagree. She says that I'm having anal gland issues, but I'm pretty sure that the cats have put her up to it.
On the positive side of things, I finally agreed to start walking on a leash. I thought I wouldn't like it, but it really isn't all bad. When it's warm outside mom and Chris (my new dad!) take me for walks in the park and I have a great time sprinkling trees and claiming the territory as my own. I own, like, half the park now, and the other half shall be mine once spring gets here! When it's cold out, we go to the pet store a lot and I get to walk around and sniff all the displays. There are sooo many weird smells there! The only thing I don't like is the other dogs. I mean, I don't bark at them or anything, but I just don't want anything to do with them. I try to ignore them, but they always want to walk up and sniff my rear. How rude! Once mom took me to a Humane Society event so that I could interact with other dogs - she called it "socializing," I think. I tried to show my disdain for this by snubbing all the dogs that came up to me, but I don't think she got the hint. Moms, I swear! Can't live with them, can't get puppy cookies without them!
My ferret sister passed away a couple years ago. She was pretty old when she died and didn't want to play with me anymore, which made me kinda sad. She was a good playmate and I miss her! Mom did get me a new fish sister, Pumpkin, but she isn't quite as fun as far as playmates go. She just kinda swims around in her tank, and every night mom feeds her some yummy looking pellets that I'm not allowed to have any of. She also gets dried blood worms, but there's no way I'd eat any of those. Yuck!!
Anyway, this puppy has some business to take care of (on the wee wee pad, if you know what I mean). I'll try to update my diary more often from now on ... peace out, puppy pals!
July 23rd 2006 9:58 pm
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Oh my! I am soooo embarrassed! The ferret and I were wrestling around, and I was totally kicking her little weasel butt. Then, all of a sudden, she grabbed my lip with her teeth ... hard! I started squawking for mommy, and mom ran over and tried to pull me away from the ferret but she wouldn't let go. It was like a chihuahua tug-o-war! I must say, I wasn't my normal dignified self - I squawked and squawked and squawked! When I was finally pried loose I was totally going to beat up that mean ol' weasel, but momma said there'd been too much fun for one night and put the ferret to bed. Bummer! I'm gonna nip her butt soooo much tomorrow!
In other news, mommy got me a new sweater. It is totally hideous! It's blue with funny buttons on the back ... yuck! She keeps trying to tell me that it's "adorable," but I know better. I don't know why that woman keeps trying to put me in clothing ... I don't like it at all. It's uncomfortable and it makes me waddle around funny! And the other day, I heard her talking about how much she wants to get me some sort of hat (it has holes for my ears to stick out, she says) ... a HAT! What respectable chihuahua princess wears a hat?!?
Sometimes I just don't know how I ended up in this crazy family!