Frankie, The Minnie Doxie, Stuff I Do

Hello, Meet Me

My name is Frankie. Mom was going to name me Francis or another girlie name, but I just looked like a Frankie so that's my name. My mommie was not looking for a Doxie. Actually she was on her way to the movies, but decided to stop at the local pet shop and as she calls it "molest" the puppies, which means my mommy pets them and hugs them and feels their warm bodies against her face and whatnot. They are so soft and warm she likes to stop by often (sometimes she wonders if the sales people thinks she weird), but she just like animals.

My mommie likes what she calls "baby sized" dogs. Anyway, there I was the only puppy with no other puppies with me! I looked so dignified and was so quiet, mommie asked to take me to the playpen. Now mind you mommie was not going to adopt me. She was just going to get some puppy luv and be on her way.

Well this lady saw me and asked the saleslady how much is that one. Well my mommie hugged me to her chest and thought to herself (over my dead...) anyway, mommie never made it to the movies that day. Daddy came home and there I was sleeping in the bed. I am daddy's favorite. Right now I am with him in the finished basement watching TV, begging for a treat, or maybe snoozing. Sometimes I am upstairs with mommy snoozing behind her in the chair. Can you see me?

Anyway, after the first night mommie would not let me sleep in the bed, lest I completely take over (and I would, you bet) and she made me sleep in the crate. Boy did I scream. Mommie never heard such a tiny dog make such a big sound. She asked the saleslady and she said, yep, Doxies have a big voice alright. Misty the pug always slept in the kitchen, but not a crate because she was not an escape artist like me.

Anyway, mommie won, although sometimes if I am really cute I get to sleep in the bed, but mostly I sleep in a crate in the kitchen. I take my towel and use my nose to wrap it around myself. Having me was like having a baby. I would cry at night and mommie would get up every three hours so I could tee-tee outside and not in the house (Sshhh, you still have to watch me, my bladder is small and every half hour or when I wake up from a nap, I am encouraged to take a teetee break - which I do with one eye on mommie less she walk away and leave me outside!)

Mommie keeps a bell on me, because, well, whenever no one is around there's no telling what I will do - I am very, very smart. Plus mommie has birds and well I want to eat one. I get excited and pant and mommie tells me to get out of the room. I almost got Rocky the parrot once, but mommie was too quick, but one of these days.......Arf!

Me & Misty

Misty is Misty the Pug sometimes she is know as a Pub. My mommie really likes pubs (see what I mean?). She just goes crazy when she sees a puggy face (oh brother).

Anyway, Misty was here before me. She is what mommie calls a dominate dog. She wants to boss everybody around. She tries to boss mommie. Mommie lets her if she is in a good mood. If she is crabby she tells Misty to stop and she's not the boss of her (mommie that is).

Misty use to boss me around all the time. Snatch my food (or try to, I am just too quick and smart and well, she is just a dumb old pub who can't smell a tantalizing tidbit right under her mushed up nose, but I can - boy, I can do a snatch and run and poor Misty is still looking for that treat - tee-hee). Well one day Misty tried to keep all the Christmas babies for herself. She is just a pig, I mean pug. She couldn't even get all the babies in her mouth. But she was trying to and hoard all of them under the diningroom table. I just wanted one babydoll.

Well, I did a snatch and run and I jumped on the couch to escape. Misty stood on her hindlegs and barked right in my face. Well, I had it. I barked right back and I tell you I'm small but I have one heck of a bark and I was bred to hunt small animals and what were pugs bred for? Sitting in some rich lady's sleeve? She wouldn't back down and neither would I. Ever since we have been enemies and we are jealous of each other. If one of us is getting a bath the other wants one (oops I forgot I hate water) or if one is getting a sweater put on or her nails clipped the other one sees her chance and goes for the attack.

Sometimes its pretty bad. Mommie pushes us out the door. When that happens we both realize we are not inside near mommie where we want to be and we stop and join forces to whine, bark, and scratch and get back inside!...arf!

A Toasty Day

Yesterday was a cold, gray day. Mommie and Daddy stayed home all day. This meant I was spoiled all day - my favorite day. I stayed downstairs nuggling, sleeping, and begging for food.

I slept on mommie and I slept on daddy. All in all a good day. When mommie and daddy went upstairs I stayed on the couch. This is my signal that I don't want to sleep in my crate. I want to sleep in bed. Mommie said yes and daddy said, no. But he changed his mind. I got to sleep between mommie and daddy with two of my tiny doll babies.

All in all a good day.

Confession

Today mommy went to a Christmas luncheon with her coworkers. She came home and put the gifts she received under the tree. Mommy put one gift up on a table. This gift had chocolate in it. I was downstairs with daddy. He was busy on the phone. Since he was not keeping an eye on me, I stood on my hind legs (Did I tell you I can sit up and beg and walk on my hind legs and nobody taught me? I use these tricks mostly for begging but also to get into things I shouldn't).

So, anyway, I stood on my hind legs and got the gift. It was a big Hersey Kiss. I proceeded to eat it. Daddy was still on the phone. Mommy came down and saw me doing something but she thought I had a chew toy or maybe a doggie treat. Mommy went in the other room and got some bows for daddy's gift. I was too quiet and mommy doesn't trust me. As she told daddy when she yelled at him - unless I am whining to get on a lap, sitting on a lap, or laying on a lap, begging for food, or sleeping, I am probably up to no good. This is why mommy has a bell on me - if it rings too much - I am up to no good, if it is not ringing, then I am asleep - or up to no good.

I was up to no good. I had a good portion of the chocolate kiss. Mommy told daddy chocolate is poison to dogs because chocolate has something in it that is bad for dogs. Daddy is now brushing my teeth and staring at me to see if I start acting sick. Mommy went on the internet and feels pretty sure I did not have enough to kill me or make me sick. They are taking a watch and see attitude for now.

I think daddy will pay more attention to what I am up to. He has to use his eyes because he can't hear anything. I bet I know that. I am very smart and I have a great nose and could smell that chocolate the minute I hit the room.

I Have Not Been A Good Doggie

I confess. I have not been a good doggie. Arf! Everytime I have to go out to tee-tee, I have to pass Misty's crate. Each time, I stick my nose in (well actually half my body) and make sure Misty doesn't have something I don't have - like a babydoll.

Well I have been really bad and I have been growling and starting fights with Misty. Misty is too old to get picked on and puts up a good fight, but I am younger and quicker. Mommie is at her wit's end and doesn't know what to do with me.

Maybe she should look inside that crate and see what Misty is hiding and what the ruckus is all about????

Right now the solution is to shove us both outside, which stops the nonsense pretty quick or ignore us and walk out of the kitchen. This calms everything down because what is the point of fighting if it isn't over mommie and daddy?

Only mommie is good at stopping the fights. Daddy just makes it worse because we don't pay any attention to him. Mommie has to come in to the kitchen and break up the fracas. Last week daddy got bite in the foot and mommie had to bandage it like he is a baby, too. Mommie rolled her eyes a lot but didn't let him see. Mommie mumbled something under her breath about having three big babies in the house. I wonder who she was referring to???

I''m Ellen Degeneres

MY Birthday

It was my birthday last week. I've turned 7 years old. The years are starting to pile on. I've got some gray whiskers! I had a cake and some candles, but I only got to lick some of the icing.

I have allergies so I am on a restricted diet. No more table food for me. I get itchy patches on me. Daddy takes care of me though because I am quite precious. He walks me several times a day. When he goes out I wait patiently and jump at every sound hoping its him.

I wait because when he comes home he takes be out for walkies. I come back hot and tired but very happy, then I take a nap on the back of he couch.

A Good Christmas Week

I had a good week, too. I have been sleeping in the bed with mommy and daddy. At night I just look cute and next thing I know, I am sleeping in bed with my ducky and teddy bear. Also, yesterday, mommy sat in the daddy chair. I like to climb on her shoulder and sit on it, put my paws on the back of the chair, and take a snooze. Mommy leans her face in my warm fur and takes a nap too. Right now I am begging. I have stared at mommy so long that I am sleepy and kinda swaying....Frankie