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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A STUFFY

June 17, 2008

Hello everyone! My name is Harry and this is my little buddy Cheech the Chihuahua. For no reason,  Sharon at Chasing Squirrels With Rusty stuffed us in this little box and shipped us off to California. We were in that box for what seems like an eternity.  It was very dark in there and it was not fun being bounced around from Texas to California. Besides Cheech was a little gassy and he kept farking (farting and barking),  and that was not very pleasant for me.  I wish Chihuahuas would stop eating beans.  When we got to California, this nice lady opened up our box and let out a squeal. She was really happy to see us. Now we can finally breathe and see daylight. It is so bright out. Can you see my squinty eyes?

Hey Cheech, California looks pretty good. Aaahhgh, I can hardly move my legs. Gotta stretch ‘em so we can get outta this box.  Move over, your are hogging all the box. Hey my back legs and my butt are numb. Kick them for me will you, Cheech?

Oh no! What is that barking noise? It looks like a Chihuahua that is excited to see me. But he doesn’t look too friendly. He looks like an attack Chihuahua to me. And is he loud! I think I’ll growl back at him and show him what’s up!

 HA…. I scared him with my mean growl and that wimpy Chihuahua ran off with his ears down and his tail between his legs. I can see him shiverin’ . Guess I showed him a thing or two. Get outta Dodge! heh heh 

Uh oh! Who’s this? I guess I didn’t scare this one. What the hey! What are you doing with your teeth in my fluff? Hey that’s my butt you have in your mouth! Take it easy! Oops it bit on my spot that makes me growl. That should scare it. Nope..that didn’t work. HELP!!!

 Whew Cheech, I don’t know about this California. They have a lot of left wing Chihuahuas here. Look at me, I’m a mess. I have dirt all over me, my butt is aching, my nose is bent, and I think I have a shiner.  Cheech, where were you when I needed you? What…you Chihuahuas stick together? Hey, I could sure use a stale corn chip and a glass of water right about now!

Hey Harry, my name is squirrel. I too was shoved in a box and sent to California, and that little fat one did the same thing to me. Now look at me, I am natty and nasty, my underarms smell, I’m blind in one eye, and I have a constant headache. I can say one thing though, we still have our stuffing. They tug me out of the toy box and bring me onto the lawn, shake the crap outta me and leave me for days in the cold of the night and the heat of the sun. If it wasn’t for their gardener, I would be there still. Life in California sucks. Let me show you a nice place that we can hide until the coast is clear.

 Further adventures of Cheech will be coming soon to The Empty Nest . Keep an eye out and visit soon. 

A SIMPLE MEME

February 19, 2008

Here is a real quick and simple Meme that I got from Gina  awhile ago. I didn’t post it right away because I was memed out. Now things have settled down, so here is a simple meme (pronounced like cream). Feel free to use it for your blog if you want.

Sissy is going to answer these questions. For those of you who don’t know Sissy, she is one of my Chihuahuas.

I love to: Play tug of war with my soft toys.  My favorite thing is to get them from my mom and squeak the daylights out of them. I get so excited. My tail wags, I pull and tug and growl. Then Tinky and Jonesy gets all excited and all of us are barking and running around. It’s sooo much fun.

I hate to: Take baths. I hate the water, and I stink afterwards. I have to suffer through ear cleaning, nail clipping and tooth brushing.

I love to go: Riding in the car and stick my nose out the window. What wonderful smells I get. Snifffffff….

I hate to go: To the evil vets. I always get a shot or something that is not good. I don’t even like the doggy treats they give me. Yuck.

I love it when: Mommy tells me, “Let me see that tummy!”. Then I know it’s time to roll over for some tummy rubbin’ time. My Mommy always says that I have the cutest fattest little tummy in the world. Everybody says my tummy looks like a football.

I hate it when: My Mommy asks me stupid questions like, “Sissy, do you want to take a bath? Doesn’t she know that the answer is always, “No”.

I love to see: Rabbits in the yard. That way I know there are plentiful rabbit raisins out there to eat.

I hate to see: Squirrels that deliberately try to make drivers crash their cars by suddenly running across the street.

I love to hear: Are you hungry? You wanna cookie? Come get breakfast.

I hate to hear: The word, “No”, “Get off the couch”, and “Stop licking yourself”.

VIDEO OF THE WEEK #1 (DOG MASSAGE)

February 16, 2008

Every once in awhile I like to browse through YouTube. If I find something that I think is really funny, I like to share it.  This is a video of a cat giving a dog a massage. It is so funny, I couldn’t stop laughing. I hope it brings a smile to your face. Tinky wants me to buy one of those cats. She promises she won’t give it a “shiner“.

BASKING IN THE SUN

January 29, 2008

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From left to right: Tinky and Jonesy

On weekends if the weather is nice, I open the sliding door to let the dogs out. They are really excited and bark at anything that moves, anything they think is moving, they chase each other around, play in the plants and bask in the sun. Usually within 10 or 15 minutes they take a break and they are either laying among the plants or sprawled on the lawn taking in the nice California rays. All except Jonesy!

After the barking has become boring, and everyone has peed on everything, Jonesy comes up to the door and stands guard. I think he wants to make sure that I don’t close the door on him. He will stay by that door until I call them in.  I don’t know why he won’t just come back in. No one is forcing him to go outside, it is strictly optional. Tinky is with him, but this is a rare occasion.

A J.O.B. FOR TINKY!

January 28, 2008

 As you all know, Tinky and Jonesy got into it earlier this week and Jonesy got a shiner. The vet bill was expensive and I told Tinky that she was going to have to get a job to pay me back.

I was checking on Canine Craig’s List to see what possible jobs are out there for a mean little Chihuahua. I saw an ad that looks like a perfect job for Tinky. “Wanted… Little Dogs to Clean Computer Screens.  Great benefits and all the water you can drink. Send your resume to Pugsy.”

Guess I’ll send in Tinky’s Resume…

JONESY THE RABBI

January 25, 2008

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This is Jonesy, The Mexican Rabbi

Here is a picture of Jonesy as a Rabbi. My friends and family has argued with me that since Jonesy is a Mexican Chihuahu, he can’t be Jewish. I beg to differ with them. Since Jonesy was adopted, it’s possible he can be Jewish. 

What do you think? Is it possible?

JONESY GOT A SHINER!

January 24, 2008

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Jonesy’s First Shiner!

8:00 A.M.

All was well after I gave the dogs their breakfast. I decided to give them all a treat and I prepared three Kongs with cut up “cookies” and topped them all off with a little liver paste. Yum yum. I then proceed to sit the dogs on the couch with their Kongs. “Great”, I thought, “This will keep them happy and busy for awhile.”

Since I don’t work on Wednesdays (because of cutbacks), I proceeded to get on the computer and check out my blog. All of a sudden, I heard this awful gnarling and yipping. “Oh no”, I thought, “Tinky and Jonesy are at it again!”  I immediately  ran into the living room to see what’s going on.  “What the hey”, I yelled.  After I stopped the altercation, I inspected Jonesy and Tinky to see if they were alright. After a thorough  inspection, I noticed that Jonesy had the biggest “shiner” you ever saw. Who won that one? 

I’m just guessing, but I think someone might have “looked” at someone’s Kong just a little too long. Sissy wasn’t stupid, she was nowhere near those two. She took off with her Kong so she could be alone to savor it all by herself with no intrusions.

Now I have to call my vet to see if she has time to see Jonesy. Poor little guy. I pray that I don’t have to rename him “Popeye”. Jeesh, I hope neither one of them cries domestic abuse and they don’t want a divorce over this.

Stay tuned……..

4:07 P.M. Just got back from the vets. They gave Jonesy a fluorescain stain to see if his eyeball was injured. It’s kinda neat. They put a drop of this “stuff’ in his eye which makes the eye turn green (kinda like the photo above). Then they rinse the eye with water and put a fluorescent light on it to see if the eye is injured. Sure enough, there was a little tear on his eyeball. The vet gave me a prescription of tobramycin opthalmic solution and told me to put 1 drop in Jonesy’s eye four times a day for a week. Whew….I am glad that’s all it was. So, it looks like I wont be renaming him Popeye after all!

Gotta start looking for a job for Tinky. She is getting a bill for this one.

PHOTO OF THE WEEK #2

January 23, 2008

general-squirrel.jpgGeneral Squirrel unexpectedly emerged in my back yard this morning. I immediatly went into action, and at zero eight hundred hours I went incognito and hid under a bush by the side of the house with binoculars in hand. Gotta find out what that pesky squirrel is up to.

After a few minutes of spying, I exposed that annoying squirrel in a covert meeting with Super Squirrel !

I just received word from the DIA (Doggy Intelligence Agency) that General Squirrel has learned that my doggy blogger friend  Rusty has a sign at his house saying, “No Squirrels Allowed.” Word has it that Super Squirrel has abandoned “Operation Jonesy” and is not going after Jonesy for digging up his peanuts. According to my sources, General Squirrel and Super Squirrel are  mapping out Rusty’s place right now and are going into “Operation Sign Removal”. 

I just wanted to warn all my doggy blogger friends out there to be on the lookout for General Squirrel and his army.  Please warn Rusty if you see them!

FLUFFY BUTT AND WET NOSE

January 22, 2008

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This is Tinky Coming and Going

I just love little doggy butts and noses. I think they are the cutest things. 

my friend Cody Bear has little furry gaucho pants. And they are cute too. I would say that Tinky has a cute little tiny fluffy butt.

Her nose is little and wet and in everybodys business.

THE CALIFORNIA PRIMARY ELECTION HAS GONE TO THE DOGS

January 21, 2008

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(I POSTED THIS TO PISS OFF MY DAUGHTER)

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THE CHIHUAHUA CAUCUS IN SIMI VALLEY, CALIFORNIA

For the first time, the California Primary Elections will be held in February! Usually they are held in June after the entire United States has held their primaries and has named a Candidate. I think holding them in February gives us a little say. It forces the uninformed in California to read about the candidates  instead of just voting for a “winner”.

Before I vote, Sissy, Jonesy and Tinky have asked me a few questions about the candidates. These are very interesting questions and I must find the answers before making any informed decisions when voting.

 Sissy: “Does Huckabee eat Kennel Ration or Alpo?”

Jonesy: “Where is Guiliani?”

Tinky: “What is Hillary’s stand on Illegal Immigration? (All my dogs are Mexican Chihuahuas and none them have papers.)

Jonesy: “Is Barack current in his rabies shots?”

Who would you vote for to lead our Nation?

1.  Barack Obama

2. Hillary Clinton

3. Mike Huckabee

4. Mitt Romney

5. Chihuahuas

6. Shih Tsus

7. Greyhounds

8. Dalmations

9. (Your Dog’s Breed Here)


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