Here comes mucho trouble

September 30, 2013 § Leave a comment


20130930-173930.jpgSo where did I leave off. Oh, yes, two frisky interlopers in the garage. Ole Tigger and I were OK about the little catos so long as they stayed out there. But my gut (which I always listen to and lead my life by) told me there was muchos problemas ahead. And sure enough, after the deworming and “fixing” (not a pretty picture), the catos were ready to “integrate.” Tigger did his best to hiss and growl to tell the Mama we were not muy happy about this. And Mama did find one of the critter a new familia to live with. But a certain fiend got under our girl’s skin and soon was christened Fernando Glynn.

I did not attend (or support) the festivities. We read the contract and found out it was temporary for the girl’s last year of college. Then she would take him. Gracias, Jesus!! How bad could it be, right? Just put up with the new stinky Cato for a year? We could handle it … Or so we thought …

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Maybe it was the look in his eyes that told me, “Ay, caramba, here comes trouble!”

Chihuahua Contributions to Nature (rated G)

March 15, 2012 § Leave a comment


No, my Mama has not lost her senses (not entirely) with that headline. Even she will admit not everything I do on our afternoon walks is adorable. But this little contribution on my part to help the birds and the bees in their spring effort is worth sharing here.

As you all know, we have had an unusual spring season, even for Florida. More of a Wintring. And the confused oak trees are pollinating early and como loco ’round the hood. I assure you, with my height “advantage” I’m the perfect authority to report on the phenomenon. There are record HEAPS of pollen collecting on the ground. Weeeeee! (runs around and breaks into song: “The street gutters are aliveeeeeee, with the mounds of pohhhhh-llennnnnn … La, la, la laaaaaa!”)

But while I’m having fun frolicking through the fluffy yellow mess, it’s not so much fun for my poor human. Let’s just say those are not just doggy ____ bags in Mama’s pocket when we go out these days. (Insider trade tip: Buy stock in Kleenex and/or Puff tissues!!) Muchos tissues EVERYWHERE for Mama. She is a sneezing menace when we take our walks. No matter what expert stealth techniques I try to use, and I have many, I can’t even sneak up on a stupid squirrel – they hear us coming a mile away.

As for La Chica, no adverse allergy effects to report. The pollen and the sneezing just seems to make me giddy. So here is a little film clip to cheer Mama and all the allergy sufferers out there. I like to title it: Viva la Spring Loca! (Subtitle: Spreading the love and the pollen all over tha’ place and the couch. Ole!)

Pollen giddy Chihuahua

A Christmas flea visits the Chihuahua

December 23, 2011 § Leave a comment


I don’t remember putting this on my Christmas list but it appears I’ve gotten a little early “present” for the holiday. Apparently the unseasonably warn weather here in Florida has inspired some fresh flea to hitch a ride on la Chica. Guess it read the blog and was trying to crash the party at Casa Chanel. And who can blame the opportunistic flea when mama is making the Noche Buena feast – Cuban pork, rice and frijoles negros, platanos maduros and a great big loaf of fluffy Cuban bread!! And our Christmas tree is smelling good and looking all shiny and sparkly. And our peeps are almost all home for the big Holiday!

But, ay Caramba, Amigos! The scratchies are not muy nice. This pulga is driving me crazy, and I in turn am keeping my peeps awake at night. It is a fast little bugger traveling rapido all over my back, making me twist and turn like a pretzel trying to bite it off. This princesa is NOT used to this impertinent intrusion and the undignified scratching behavior won’t do when it is time to put on my Christmas fine threads! As you can all imagine, it has been a little tough this week:

So on the 5th Day of Christmas my true loving Mama gave to meeeeeeee

… a warm bath in doggy oatmeal shampooooooo …

On the 4th day of Christmas my true loving familia gave to meeeeeeee

… a big smile when we thought the bug was goneeeeee …

On the 3rd day of Christmas la Chica gave to themmmmmmm

… another sleepless night when the pulga came backkkkkkk …

Now on the 2nd day of Christmas my true loving Mama will give to meeeeeeee

… another dunk (with essential oils added) and a “Better NOT see you later Señor fleaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

On the last day of Christmas my Girl will be saying to meeeeeeee

… “I’m home!!” to scratch your belly so there better be no fleaaaaaaaaaaaa!

So Rudolph, this year YOU better watch out. Since Señor Flea is getting his final eviction notice today, I’m leaving a little something for you to take back to the North Pole – a hitch hiking flea who messed with the wrong chica!

All pooped out from a sleepless night of scratching

Happy Cuatro (fourth) of July!

July 1, 2011 § 9 Comments


My familia is muy proud to be celebrating this Quatro here in our adoptive country. Mama is first generation Cuban-American, and I’d guess I’m about 20th generation Chica American (who can keep track of my family tree?!?!)

But on this ultimate American holiday weekend, as we remember the some of the great leaders that helped make ours the best nation in the world, let us not forget the little guys that lent a helping paw in the effort. Let us remember that many of our founding fathers and illustrious presidents had great companions that served them faithfully as confidants and advisors. And no, I’m not talking about their first ladies!!

As shown on the PoodleAndDogBlog.typepad.com

Washington had Taster, Tipler, Forester, Vulcan, Madame Moose, Searcher and Sweet Lips. Jefferson had his Buzzy. Lincoln had his Fido and Roosevelt had Pete, Skip, Jack and Peter among many. And I’m just getting started with that long list of admirable quadrupeds. The AKC and DogNames.org, and Wikipedia have cool lists of presidential pets, sure to make you proud. Oh, and ahem, please note that there were not too many catos in the WH inner circle ;p I’m just saying …

So during this celebration of our great country’s birth, I propose we do a little “updating” of some of America’s monuments to reflect our appreciation of these quiet, lesser-known servants of liberty. No disrespect intended, but I’ve taken the initiative (liberty) of putting together some sketches below. Keep in mind these suggestions are merely meant to be symbolic of all great dogs. After all, I cannot take credit for all that makes our fabulous country rock! But I do believe a Chihuahua would be an excellent emblem of fierce loyalty and bravery.

Picture La Chica, as an American treasure

Imagine La Chica, as an American monument

Admire La Chica, as a beacon of freedom

Happy Cuatro of July, Amigos! Let us appreciate how fortunate we are as we celebrate this great nation and the freedoms it stands for. Let’s live it up … now pass the ketchup!!

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P.S. And Happy Saturday Pet Blog Hopping!

In my Chihuahua dreams …

June 27, 2011 § 2 Comments


I’ve had plenty of dreams in which I am chasing the pesky squirrels in the yard. And many more in which I, for once, am bigger than my Kitty Cato so the world can clearly see WHO’S tha boss. But have you ever dreamt that you could fly? I sure have …

La Super Chica flies again!

I have those dreams all the time, chicos. Mama says she can tell because I stretch my front paws out like Superman … Whooooosh, and away I go!

Sometimes I am la Super Chica, defender of the very small and righteous!!  Those are great adventures to be sure, but they are another story. Other times, and maybe its because it is so hot here in Florida right now, I fly far, far away to other exotic lands  … (cue dreamlike music now.)

I go to Paris, of course with Mama. Naturally, we indulge in some haute couture shopping along the Champs. Heh, heh, like mother, like daughter. When our feet can’t take another step, we take a moment to relax and do some lovely people watching at chic sidewalk cafes. At least in my dreams I can indulge in those chocolate croissants. And then, all recovered and re-energized, we take in a lovely stroll through Mom’s favorite park, the Luxembourg Gardens, where I meet myself a MUY handsome monsieur … Oooo, la, la, Pierrrrrrrre!!

Other times I apparate in Britain, once again with Mama. I can’t help it. All the Harry Potter movies Mama makes us watch, I mean I so enjoy watching with Mom, do have an impact on my impressionable mind. So we rent ourselves a small but chic European sportscar (convertible of course) and we take off to explore the countryside, touring castles and legendary sites. We dine in very proper pubs and appropriately toast the Queen, all the while keeping an eye out for fancy hats and fascinators. But with all due respect, I have not been able to make that look work for me, even in my dreams! Seriously!!

Then there are my voyages to Egypt, and yes, once again with Mama in tow (I think you get the picture here). In this mysterious land we tour ancient sites on camelback. Funny critters, those camels. They have a veeeery strange look in those big, penetrating eyes. I’ve heard theories about aliens helping the ancient egyptians to build those magnificent pyramids. Personally, I think the “aliens” are still there in the form of those wacky dromedaries. Well, after some shish kabobs and mesmerizing lute music under the desert sky, we stumble upon a lost era … fascinating, awesome mysteries for my fancy imagination to imagine.

Oh, I can dream, my amigos. I can dream. What do you dream about?

A Chihuahua neighborhood safari

June 11, 2011 § Leave a comment


Deputy Chanel here, once again out and about on my regular neighborhood patrol. And I must say, the days here in Florida are getting longer and hotter. Ay, Caramba! Talk about dragging and panting. So to take my mind off the effects of the 80% humidity on my otherwise flawless and luxurious coat, I sometimes like to pretend I am on safari with Mom. Me, the great adventuress, exploring the wilderness … or the a rain forest (on sprinkler days). Hey, it is NOT such a stretch – after all, we HAVE had an alligator in the neighborhood pond!

La Chica on Safari

Spoonbill, on Wikipedia

I love to stalk through the “savannah” and sneak up on the exotic birds – you know, the occasional spoonbill, Blue Heron or Egret – so focused on their hunt for lizards that they don’t see me coming. Heh, heh, heh, they are awfully funny scrambling to take off when I run up behind them with my lightning speed and barking my head off – long legs, beaks and feathers go EVERY which way.

In my stealth mode I can also get the vantage position on the “great cats” of the southeast – OK, so here they are mere house kitty catos with attitude. But like their greater cousins, they often lounge on the “open plain” (driveways) baking in the warm sun. They are muy silly and sleepy so I can spook them and make them scram. Just like the silly squirrels that I catch snacking on their buried nuts. I like to stand between them and their tree and watch the little wheels turning in their nutty heads as they try to figure out how they’ll get around me to scoot up to safety. I am such an imposing adversary.

But mostly, on our excursions, Mama and I focus on the flora rather than the fauna. This week we have the Crepe Myrtles blooming all over the neighborhood along with some stunning lilies. The beauty of Nature never ceases to amaze.

A Lily, we think

Crepe Myrtles loaded with prettiful flowers

Ciao for now, chicos, ’til our next great adventure! And Happy Saturday Pet Blog Hopping!

 

La Chihuahua almost got in BIG trouble last night

May 14, 2011 § 2 Comments


Whoops, did I do that?

On last night’s walk, well, let us just say I didn’t behave very well. It all started out great when I got to see my favorite peeps – Skitch and Gen. It was a treat to be out there for a walk at the same time. Our humans all have different schedules so that doesn’t happen very often. We said hello, sniffed each other all over, and did mucho tail wagging. The puppies, that is. It was good to catch up.

But then things started going downhill when I started getting antsy and pulling away at my leash while Mama tried to have a conversation. That woman can talk! And it all sounds like blah, blah, blah to me anyway. Geeez, what could they possibly have to go on and on about for sooooo long. It was prime walking time!

So I started to tug and whine … tug and whine … tug and whine. A winning combination :•-) or at least usually effective. Well, this WAS meant to be a walk, Madre!

Next, I actually managed to pull the leash out of her hands and broke away when I saw another Chihuahua. Mighty beast that I am, sometimes I forget my own strength! Well, I just had to go say hello. Mama however was not happy. She squealed and came running after me.

Then I unfortunately ran into some of the bigger dogs in the barrio. And as per usual I got a little defensive. OK, OK, so I started barking uncontrollably. Mama said it sounded both like I was trying to eat them alive AND like I was being stabbed. By this time, she was mumbling things that didn’t sound very nice and tugging at me!

But just as she was about to give up on me and this outing, I saved the day. We were rounding the corner to head back home, when I saw it! My chance to get back in Mama’s good graces.  I spotted a pretty gift for her and tugged her (gently) right over to it.

She smiled. We brought it home.

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I got lots of love. Even Tigger liked it. And as they say, they lived happily ever after 🙂

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P.S. Just found out on Facebook that today is International Chihuahua Appreciation Day. Yippee!! It is fiesta time. I know I appreciate me 😉 Have a happy Saturday Pet Blog Hop, Chicos.

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