The Chihuahua wonders never cease

Mama often wonders, “if a Cheerio falls in the forest, will the Chihuahua hear it.” Of course I know this because as I’ve explained, I can read her mind.

Oh, my dear Mama, the answer is quite simple, really, even for human comprehension. Of course I do with my keen ultrasonic hearing, the latest and greatest in technology provided by nature. Move over, sharkies, there is a new highly developed, exceptionally equipped and capable species on this planet, and I’m here to stay!

It is with that same technology that I know if an intruder even thinks of coming close to Casa Chanel uninvited. Not one cucaracha dare defy me!

It is how I know when and where every food particle lands in my territory (kitchen.) That coupled with my keen olfactory talents and my better-than-any-overblown-elephant’s memory is why I always know when there is a runaway Cheerio under the couch.

But more importantly, my amazing hearing is how I can detect the slightest disruption the very second your heart skips a beat because you are sad and missing the kids. After all, that is my ultimate purpose in life, to be here for you when you need love, always.

Now don’t argue! I know you may not remember, but you will move the couch because I am never wrong about my Cheerios. And I am also always hungry!

Dr. Chihuahua to the rescue

Amigos, I am my sad to report that we are definitely suffering from post holiday “yuckies” – also knows as UGHs (in capital letters) – here at la Casa Chanel. And it eeeeez a very serious epidemic! Mama has it. Dad has it. Even el Cato is dragging his nasty mop of a tail around here. As for me, I’ve been valiantly fighting it, but sigh … how much can a Chica bear?!?!

The Chicos are gone away back to college. Mama is back to icky “works” full time so no more extra lap time for me. All the special holiday meals (and the bonus crumbs on the kitchen floor that accompanied those) are over with. Now the humans are trying to recover from the excesses and have reduced their dinners to SOUP! Que es eso? That is not even real food!!!

Oh, and, wait for it … MY beautiful sparkly tree in the living room, also had to go!! I’ll admit it WAS looking a little worn out and brown, but it was mine! All mine!!!

There is a definite cloud of gloom around here. But never you worry. I heard the bat-eared signal!! You know la Super Chica is on the case! She can leap from ottomans to couches, out run at least the pesky cato, and use her super telepathic powers of persuasion to conquer the strongest human mind! You know la Super Chica is the heroine in her tale (no tail jokes, please), ever ready to spring into action to save the frijoles!

So my super strategic plan is a full force, Chihuahua love-packed intervention. We must immediately jump into “empty nest” bootcamp retraining for the Mama so she won’t be so sad. I miss the chicos too, you know. Still, she has me and I should be more than capable of capturing her whole attention and keeping her quite busy. A little indoctrination in the ways of the Chihuahua is in order. Wouldn’t you say ;)?

La Super Chica to the rescue! And awayyyyyyyyy