It's the People

You're sitting in a waiting room waiting for your oil to be changed, when in walks a rowdy year old Boxer. The dog is wet from the rain, pees on the floor, and is allowed to meet, greet and jump on just about everyone in a six foot radius, in short...the dog has no manners. Then said Boxer starts to bark and whine, so the owner calls the dog up on a chair to try to quiet him. Owner then blames the dog's bad behavior on her old boyfriend.

Anyone see what is wrong with this picture?

Hello! If your dog is in need of manners, the place to get it is not where I am getting my oil changed!

People - if you insist on taking your dog to a public place, please set a good example because you are representing ALL dogs. Your dog's bad manners will get us all banned.

I have had my dogs in waiting rooms many times and each time I keep my dogs away from customers unless they ask, and if the dogs gets fidgety, I take them outside.

Plus if I am annoyed and I am a dog person, what about the people who are not? Show some respect!

Clearly, it's not the dog...it's the people!

Balls!

Have you seen the new balls with an embossed Gucci dog logo?

black rubber. large size.
$90.

red rubber. large size.
$90

green rubber. large size.
$90

black rubber. small size.
$70

red rubber. small size.
$70

green rubber. small size.
$70


If you are seriously considering buying your dog a rubber ball for ninety dollars, please contact me right away, I have a dog poo for sale.

TAG ~ YOU'RE IT!!!

I've been tagged by Rex, Mulligan, and China Moon!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!?

1. I was born on St. Patty's Day

2. I'm a lean mean fetching machine!

3. I get a cookie every nite before bed.

4. I have TWO toy boxes full of toys for me!

5. I give the best kisses.

6. Ima skeered of the basement stairs.

7. I can out-swin the life guard at the lake...you mean I wasn't supposed to go beyond these here ropes & buoys?

Off to tag...
Yoshi
Sadie
Mollie
Marlowe
Jay~Jay
Kiko

The Sky is Falling ~ The SKY is FALLING!!!

Chloe: It's 3 am...we've all been snuggled up alseep for a few hours. Hailey on the floor at the foot of the bed, PeekBoo in between Mistress' feet, Mistress sprawled out on her tummy on her side of the bed...and I, curled up next to her on the other side...all is good in Chloeland. When all of a sudden I was jolted out of my slumber by *KABLAM*

I woke to what was most certainly a meteor crashing through our house and it landed somewhere in our bedroom! PeekBoo and Hailey hauled butt outta there... I'd never seen Hailey so freaked out! On the other paw...I was afraid to leave my post on the bed...and the safety of Mistress...she'll protect me! I start running around in circles on the bed while letting out the most pitiful cries. When it occurs to me...uh...why am I not tripping over Mistress in these circles. OH NO!!! The meteor got MISTRESS! I stop circling and stand in the middle of the bed bar-ar-ar-arking out the call for Mistress...where could she be...is she dead or alive...who will buy me new toys now???

When, in between my barks I hear crying...there...next to the bed on Mistress' side. I do the belly crawl over to the edge whimpering the whole way...wondering what will I find...is her body twisted and broken under the meteor...will she still be able to buy me toys???

I get to the side of the bed and peer over...it's Mistress...but what...that can't be...where's the meteor that hit the house??? I mean...I'm tellin' ya woofs...that was a BIG *KABLAM*!

She lay there for 5 minutes quietly crying and stunned before getting up verrrrrrrrry slowly. That's when I could really see the damage. She had a lump on the back of her head, her right ear all bruised up (from hitting it on the nightstand), bruises on top of bruises on her right shoulder, and bruised right butt cheek...and she was walking all stiff...ya know...not quite right. But...where ~ oh where did that meteor go???

Mistress here: Chloe! I am NOT as big as a meteor! I simply rolled over and fell outta bed. STOP searching for a meteor!

Chloe: YOU made THAT much noise just falling outta bed?!? Somebody needs a wee bit less people kibble on her plate for awhile and go on a diet!

Chloe, Chaotically Counting Mistress' Calories

Plutz!

Dig and dig and dig
turn three times, then plutz in hole
it is a dog’s life.

Bath?

Rain rain mud more mud,
stinky dog dirty smelly
must find the shampoo.

Poop Soup

Rain rain go away
no more dog poop soup today
enough is enough.

Ummm...Shouldn't That Be Unplugged Before You - *ZAP!*

Chloe here relaying the latest Chaostrophies from this afternoon. It all started this morning when Mistress went to get a cold soda outta the fridge...when she noticed her cold beverage wasn't nearly as cold as she is accustomed to. I'll betcha the big white box needs to be pulled out and have its *parts* vaccuumed and cleaned real good...she better go get Grampy to help her with that. OH NO!!! NO ~ Don't try to pull that out by yourself Mistress...bar-ar-ar-ark. Oh Dear Dog it's not moving out...it's TIPPING OVER!!! *Whew*...nice save Mistress...you stopped it from crushing you and got it back the way it was...now howl about we go for a ride & go get Grampy??? *RIDE*...good Grampy's home...but he's leaving. He stops to find out what we need...and decides why don't we all go for a walk in the cemetary first & then head back to our place to investigate the situation. *WALK* OK...we're back home...let's make sure we've got everything we need. Vaccum cleaner - check, tools for removing the back cover thingy - check, Garmpy & Mistress - check. *SCOOCH* out the fridge...EEEEEEWIEEEEE is it ever DIRTY back there. Take off the front gaurd plate...Mistress gets on floor and starts vaccuuming the grill looking thingies...*lick* *licK* *lick* What do you MEAN stop licking your face Mistress. OK...time to move to the back...unscrew all the screws that hold the back gaurd thingy on. So far - so good. WOWZA!!! Looky at all those wires & moving parts! Mistress grabs vaccuum cleaner again. But hey - Brainiac & Genius (Mistress & Grampy) shouldn't someone unplug the big white box now...this is looking serious now. *BZZZZZZZZZ* *ZAP!* *THUNK THUNK!* *AAAAAAAACK*

Chloe, I told you so ~ I told you so ~ I told you so!

Another One Bites the Dust

Another squirrel bites the dust
Another squirrel bites the dust
And another squirrel gone, and another squirrel gone
Another squirrel bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna disembowel you too
Another squirrel bites the dust...

Chloe, Chaotically un~stuffing her Stuffies

New BARF Diet

Mistress was at work, when I felt a not so good feeling in my bum. No way I could wait for Mistress to come home...and that's when it all started, I had a little case of Diarrhea. Now, everywoof knows you're not supposed to poo in the house...I had to get rid of as much evidence as possible...so I did what any self respecting dog would do...I ate as much of the poo as I could. Later that day, Mistress came home from work...saw a wee little bit of Diarrhea on the floor & she put me outside cleaned up my mess & thought...hmmm...that's strange...that wasn't very big...odd. Fast forward 1 hour later...I find out my pal Vinny has been diagnosed with Diabetes...when I gotta FURbulous idea to pose with my purse for a photo stroll fpr Vinny to cheer him up a bit. Mistress gathered up my purse, lipstick, & stillettos. Up on the couch I went with my girly stuff...but I wouldn't sit or lie down...that's when it happened...URP ~ no irka~gukas...just a big fat URP! You guessed it...I barfed all that poo I ate earlier. Mistress...Dog love her...wasn't the sharpest claw on the cat & didn't know what I had actually urpped...thought it was just regular urp. Another thing you should know about Mistress...she has a weak stomach. Instead of shooing me outside...she cooed over me asking me if I was *ok*...jeez...what do YOU think genius? And goes to get URP cleaning supplies from the kitchen. Back to the couch she comes...already looking a little green around the gills...and swipes up the first big paper towel full...that's when the smell hit her HARD! Over the coffe table she lept (I never knew she was so nimble)...hand over her mouth...and out the front door...of course I followed...she got as far as the porch railing when...Mistress URPPED all over the roses in the garden. And I couldn't have Mistress out there urpping all by herself...so off the porch I went...URP! BOL...what a sight we must've been both urpping in the front yard as the neighbor came home. Clean~up is now completed...load of urpped on quilt & cushion cover laundry is going...picture is taken & in the stroll...and all is well again in Chateau Chloe.

Chloe, a pack that URPS together Chaotically stays together.