Likes: Nipping at toes, cheese, sitting on Mommy's neck Pet-Peeves: The Stairs (too big) , the fan blowing on her ears, being stepped on Favorite Toy: Minnie Mouse, her squishy soccer ball Favorite Food: Chicken with Rice Favorite Walk: From Mommy's room to Auntie's room Best Tricks: Learning to climb the baby gate, balancing on Mom's shoulder Arrival Story: She's a real Mexican Chihuahua dog. I was visiting my grandparents in Chihuahua when we stopped by a breeders house, and I was introduced to the world's cutest little puppy. She had to come home with me, so we took her to the vet, and she came back with me on the plane - but not after she was passed around by all the custom agents, who took turns taking pictures. :-) Now she's an Angelino. Forums Motto: Spanish Diva I've Been On Dogster Since:
But that's because I'm far too busy snuggling under blankets and begging for food with my big dark puppy eyes. Mom says i'm over weight but I don't believe her. There really is no need for walking or hiking, or whatever she decides she wants to do with me at six in the morning on a Sunday.
Everytime I see her with that stupid harness I run to my bed and hope she doesn't see me. It doesn't really work, and it doesn't help that my new sister, Lucy, gets all ... excited about going out. Really, Lucy? Really? Why! It's dirty outside! And you still get carsick after a year and I have to sit back there with you. Before you came I had the front seat all by myself, in my own personal seat belt!
Oh well. Things aren't all bad. At least I'm not alone anymore when Mom goes to work. And Grandma and Grandpa are always there to take care of me. Even if do have to put up with the weird sister who gets excited for any old reason.
Mom's making such a big deal over this whole Christmas thing. I mean seriously - do I really NEED a stocking full of expensive toys when I have no ability or comprehension of what Christmas means? Stil, don't tell her that. I'm having fun trying to knock the stocking down.
Still, I guess I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm doggie training certified now. I can sit and stay and hell really well, as long as there's not a big dog coming after me. Why do they keep trying to do that? I'm little, but I'm fierce!
And my leg's all better. I still put it up sometimes when I forget, but I can pounce and run and jump really well, and nothings really wrong with my vocal chords, as mommy can tell you, cause I'm really good at barking at the top of my lungs in the middle of the night at the shadows - waking Mommy up to tell her to be careful of the dust bunnies.
But by far my bestest christmas present ever has been my new brother, Simon. He's a strange sorta dog. He can jump all over the place and has got this weird fur, and he poops in this weird box thing. He doesn't bark nearly as much as I do, and he scratches when I try to fight. It hurts! But mostly, I love him, because now I have someone to keep me company when Mommy leaves the house and doesn't take me with her. All in all, it's looking like a good christmas.
Plus? Simon's good at knocking down the stocking. Isn't that what little brothers are for?
Five months, and I have had my first mishap - that has hurt my little leg, and made me hate hospitals forever.
I was so excited to see Mom come home, I wasn't watching where I was going on the big stairs, and I landed wrong! I couldn't stop screaming, and Mom freaked out, driving me all the way to the emergency vet - where they pawed and pricked me, and took me away from three whole days!
It was miserable! I couldn't understand why mommy kept coming to see me, just to leave me behind in that cold little metal cell where I couldn't move because my leg kept hurting me.
But one day the mean people came and stuck the big tooth in me, and when I woke up, there was this huge THING on my leg! And mommy came and got me, and I was happy! Until I realized it still hurt, and mommy wouldn't let me out of the black cage she bought for me, and wouldn't let me walk.
But I showed her. Though she took me back to the place with the mean people, I can walk now! Scooting along with the big thing on my foot, barking and running, and JUMPING! Though Mommy doesn't like when I do that. She winces and squeals and grabs me.
She's getting that look in her eye, though - which means she might grab me and instead of taking me to the park or to the store, I'm going to end up with the MEAN people again - where they'll prick and hurt me again, and put another big thing on my leg.
The Dog Show: Who's Your Mama?
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