Leave a bone for Chica Marika Nicknames: Well, mommy was calling me "chi chi" (which I thought was cute) until someone told her that was slang in Spanish for...errr...ummm....."titties"... .so she told me she couldn't stand calling me "titties." So, now she calls me..."Chiiiiii - iiiiii" Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
-dog rescue
Birthday: February 22nd 2001 Likes: Toys. Mommy. Sleeping. Fetching toys. Toys. More toys. Fetching every ball I see. Fetch. Fetch. Fetch. Pet-Peeves: Fexdex, UPS, motorcycles (especially the sound of Harleys), helicopters, low flying jets, --anything that is loud. Mommy says my bark is louder than my ego. Whatever that means. Favorite Toy: My baby puppy squeaky toy. Favorite Food: Raw...and I LOVE raw eggs. Favorite Walk: Up the street from my house. Best Tricks: I dunno if you call peeing on the carpet in front of my mommy a trick... Arrival Story: By request: Okay. So, here is the story: I was living in with this family. They got me for their son. He didn't know what to do with me, so he (and they) kept me in the backyard ALL THE TIME. Rain, snow or shine. I think. I dunno. Was too busy barking. I barked at birds. I barked at the neighbors. I mainly barked at my family 'cause I was cold or wet and mainly just bored. When the son came out to play with me, he would play fetch with me. So, that's all we did. Play fetch. Now mommy says I have a compulsive disorder regarding fetch. I don't when to stop. I will go on and on and on. Mommy has to stop me and I hear her tell her friends to not throw a toy unless they have a good 30 minutes to spare.
Anyway, I barked. I barked because I was lonely. I barked because I was bored. And then I realized I was really good at digging holes. So...I digged up the entire backyard. I admit it, I WAS BORED & LONELY.
So, then one day.....this girl showed up at my family's front door. I heard the doorbell....cause, I was outside barking at this bee flyin' around and I heard this sound. Truck? Motorcycle? Nah, wasn't a motorcycle. Anyway, I hear this voice. It's different from my families voice.
So, before you know it...the mother comes out to get me and I am a mess! My hair is long and matted. I'm kinda dirty....'cause I, well, I dug in a hole I wasn't suppose too (oops!). Anyway, she carries me inside and I run all over. Yippee! Inside! I love it inside. It's warm. I run around the kitchen and right into this.....girl. Wow...she's tall. And has really long hair. Brown. And she has a very sweet voice. And she smiles a lot. And she is saying this and that, I am not really gettin' it, you know?
So, I get all shy and goofy and roll over on my back. Hey, pet me and let me feel your touch. If I like you...I won't bite your hand off, okay? Deal? So, she did....and she had the sweetest voice and this girl took both of her hands and wiped my long hair away from my eyes so I could really see her. And then she smiled at me......and I knew. I just knew it. I knew this was my new "forever mommy."
You know, I had heard about "forever mommies and daddies" - some Scottie told the Cocker down the street who told the German Shepard two doors down who told the Maltese behind my house who snuck over one evening through the fence and told me that a new mommy would come to get me - "because the stork said so" and God looks after all his animals and I wanted to believe them. I really did. But, I waited and waited and no one ever came. Now, here she is.....and I just knew.
So, this girl picked me up......and held me like a 3-yr old. Anyway, she had this look in her eye and told the family she would take me home....to my new home. And I smiled and remembered what the Maltese - "Suga'" told me, "A forever Mommy or Daddy knows when they see you. They will pick you up and take you home to safety. They love you. You will go everywhere with them. They will keep you inside when it's cold, and they will keep you warm. And feed you good food. And love you forever."
So, the girl (my new mommy) took me home. We drove... and drove and drove. Well, it was only 30 minutes. She took me in her home, gave me a bath (which I hadn't received one in.....well, a long time) and cut the hair around my eyes so I could see again (yeah!). Then I went sniffing everywhere. Then she fed me. Then she picked me up and held me for a loooooonnngggg time. Then we watched a movie (which was cool....it was my first movie) and then she took me to bed with her.
And I remember, sitting on her bed...not knowing what to do. I just sat there. I guess I was kinda scared. So, I jumped down and pee'd by the bedroom door, 'cause that is something I am not scared to do...and quickly realized that was the wrong thing to do.
Anyway, got to go outside---and check things out. Came back inside...and this girl...she didn't put me in my crate. In fact, it was on the floor near the bed for-e-v-e-r......but I never went in. I never liked it anyway.
So, she picked me up and put me back on the bed. She arranged some pillows and this furry thing and gently told me to lay down. And she said to me, "I will love you very much some day soon, and it is going to be an adjustment for you in the meantime. But, I am happy you are here and I hope you are happy too." I was! But, I gotta tell you....I stood guard on that bed ALL NIGHT LONG to make sure my former family didn't come in and wake me from what I thought was a dream.
It took me about a week to get comfortable sleeping on a bed. By the end of the first week, I was nudging my new mommy to let me crawl under the covers. And that is where I sleep to this day. Oh, yeah....and right next to her. I love my new forever mommy very, very, very, very much!!!!!!
....and she loves me too! Bark! Forums Motto: Play with me. Playyyy with me now! The Groups I'm In: Westies Unite I've Been On Dogster Since:
So....my mommy (who is awesome by the way) picked me up and placed me in this big chair that she is sitting in. Mommy has her feet up - cause I think she hurt one of her ankles - or so that is what I hear. She can't walk and hops around like a furry little bunny rabbit - the one's I like to chase.
No. I do not like to chase my mommy. Well, actually, yeah I do when she gets me all "riled up" - but that's not what I meant - she doesn't look like a furry bunny rabbit, but wouldn't it be cute as I could chase my mommy all over the house....(he he he - bark!)
Anyway...she places me on this chair where her legs are and it's thundering outside really bad and I can hear it, it's loud and it's really freaking me out and brings back bbbbaaaaaaaddddd memories of being left outside in the rain with no place to go except huddled up near the back of my former house - when my former family wasn't home.
Okay - so I get scared. (don't make fun of me or I will chase YOU!) ;-)
So I get up and sit there with this look on my face......and because my mommy is awesome .....she knows. So she picks me up again and places me on her lap. I get all cozy and make a circle and decide to get in between her and her laptop. My paws are closer to the laptop this way. ;-D
She reaches over and gets a blankie from her boyfriend (he's a nice guy, really....although sometimes I have to remind him that SHE is MY MOMMY and not HIS!!!!) and covers me with it.
She then tells me that she loves me very much and that I am going to be okay. And I believe her 'cause she is MY mommy and she knows how I am.
So...here I lay under this cozy little blanket with an opening to breathe and I am very content. Very happy 'cause my mommy will protect me.
She always does.....except for those moments when I am guarding her from whatever I think she needs guarding from!
So.....guess what pals and soon-to-be pals....My Mommy, the smartest mommy in the world, mommy has learned a new trick (funny, eh?).
She has learned how to take my barking and translate it into people speak. Isn't that cool? So, I bark to her and tell her what I want to say...and then she types it out for you all to read. Golly...she is super smart! And she learns well. Kinda like me....."except, I still tend to be stubborn (he he......this is Chica's mommy doing the speaking now: "Chica doesn't know that I told you all that she is still stubborn.....so, SSSsssshhhhh! don't tell that anytime I add quotation marks to her diary, that is me adding in a few necessary remarks)."
And she feeds me what I want - which is raw, raw, raw all the time. And all I have to do is give her "that look" and she let's me have my way, "yeah, right".......and well, she is the smartest mommy in the whole-wide-world (wow, get it? www? wow....I just figured that out....that makes me super smart too!! - Yippee, Bark, Bark, Bark) "Yeah, sweetie, whatever.." - your just like Al Gore - did you invent the Internet too?" Hey....you know what.....I bet if it wasn't for doggies, there wouldn't even be an Internet!
"See what I live with??!!" :-)
Chica and Mommy wish you all a beautiful and fun day!
...so....mommy was working the other day so one of her friends took me out with her doggie. I dunno what caught my attention; but something did so I raced down the driveway right into a car that didn't stop at the stop sign.
I rammed my head right into their rear tire and it flipped me over. I was scooped up immediately by mommy's friend and she ran with me inside the house. I really didn't know what was going on when mommy placed me on the floor and checked me out. I did hear the word "flea" and figured that can't be good....then she and her friend scooped me back up and we went for a drive.
I laid on mommy's lap. I wasn't bleeding or anything; but I was a little pooped out from all the excitement. When we got to the vet, someone came right out and took me from my mommy's arms. I looked at mommy as they took me back and she was smiling......so I knew it wasn't that serious.
The vet checked me out and then another vet came in and I heard them both say something like "that's one lucky dog" - or maybe I just feel like one lucky dog. ;-)
About 20 minutes later they turned me back over to my mom and the vet was talking to my mommy and all I got out of the conversation was, "blah, blah, blah, flea, blah, blah, blah - she looks fine, no scratches or abrasions, blah, blah, blah, flea, blah, blah, blah - keep a close eye on her (oh no! no more fun!!) and bring her back to emergency if anything goes wrong, blah, blah, blah....blah,,,,,,blah......
Mommy took me home and I sat on her lap the whole way back.
The Dog Show: Who's Your Mama?
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