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January 17, 2008
This is Jonesy Modeling His New Sweater

It’s been a little nippy this past week and the Santa Ana Winds have been kicking up. Jonesy has a hard time when it’s cold because he doesn’t have much fur. Even though he is a deer type Chihuahua, I think he may have a little Mexican Hairless in him too. When it gets cold I can always find him burrowed under the covers. I swear, I don’t know how that dog breathes.

I bought him a sweater. It was the smallest sweater I could find. Here you see him modeling a sweater from the  “Baby Phat Dog” collection.  I think he looks really spiffy even though the sweater is a little large for him. Even his dog tags are bigger than he is.

I think he has a good chance of becoming America’s Next Top Dog Model. I just have to find Tyra’s phone number.



January 11, 2008


Those of you who read my blogs, know that I have three Chihuahuas. They also know that I do not have cats. I love cats, but I am afraid that if I got a cat, it will take one swat at my poor defenseless little Chihuahuas, and they would be milk toast. 

If I were to get a cat, I would love to have one that looks just like the one above. Don’t you think it looks a little bit like a Chihuahua? Si?


January 8, 2008

Jonesy, my 7 year old Chihuahua has a very expressive little face. Sometimes I just know what he is thinking by the look on his face and his body language. If Jonesy could talk, these are a few of the things he would say: 

  •  You are going to cut off my WHAT??!!
  • But it smells like food.
  • What say we all drive down to Dairy Queen?
  • Explain this heat thing again.
  • You gonna eat ALL of that?
  • I don’t smell anything.
  • This isn’t a mess, it’s ambiance!
  • Why CAN’T I lick my butt?


January 2, 2008

When my last child sprouted his wings and left the nest, I didn’t know what to do. I was not used to NOT being a Mom. My nest was empty and I was all alone. 

Then came Jonesy! The cutest little nothing you ever saw. He must have weighed 3 pounds.  Jonesy was a Christmas present from my youngest son, and when he brought Jonesy in the house, I fell in love. Upon seeing Jonesy, I figured that I must have some rules, because owning a dog can get quite complicated, and I didn’t want a spoiled rotten dog that took over the house.

“Okay, little guy, in order for you and I to get along, I have set down a few rules for you. You are only allowed in certain rooms. I don’t want you to chew everything up in all the rooms in the house.

Okay Jonesy, you can go in all rooms, but you have to stay off the furniture. I don’t want throw up and dog hair all over the furniture.

Jonesy, you can get up on the furniture, but on the OLD furniture only. You can’t do too much harm to the old furniture.

Fine, you are allowed on all the furniture, but you are not allowed to sleep with me on the bed. I don’t want you so spoiled that you think you are the Prince of the house.

Okay, you can sleep on the bed whenever you want, but NOT under the covers. I don’t want dog hair where I sleep.

Stop shivering and get under the covers. My gosh, you act like you are sleeping at the North Pole. Good night my little sweetie pie.”

Can you believe that this all happened on Jonesy’s first day with me?

Doggy Dictionary

Sniff: A social custom to use when you greet other dogs. Place your nose as close as you can to the other dog’s rear end and inhale deply, repeat several times, or until your human makes you stop. This can also be done to human’s crotches.


December 31, 2007


Another year is at a close and a brand new year is almost here. It’s now time to start thinking about what resolutions you should be making for 2008! 

Jonesy, Sissy and Tinky want to wish their friends a very very Happy New Year! They also want to share their New Year’s Resolutions with you:


  1. I will not throw up in the car.
  2. I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold wet nose up her bottom end.
  3. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.


  1. Rabbit raisins are not food.
  2. I will not lick my Mommy’s face after I have licked my butt (only if she catches me licking my butt).
  3. The bathroom trash can is not a cookie jar.


  1. I will not roll my toys under the fridge.
  2. The sofa is not a face towel, neither is Mommy’s lap.
  3. I don’t have any other Resolutions because I am perfect.

What are your New Year’s Resolutions for 2008? I would love to hear about them.


December 28, 2007

I have a few friends on wordpress that post the greatest pictures of their dogs.  Some of them are done on a daily basis. I have a few pictures of my dogs, but they are few and far between.  I just don’t seem to have all of the patience to snap photos of my dogs every day. It’s seems like an impossible chore. I just don’t see how Checkers, Rusty and Cody Bear get such wonderful pictures of them posted on their blogs.

I tried to take a video of Sissy eating peanut butter, post it on YouTube and download it on my blog.  Since Sissy is a little dog, I had to put her up on the table so she would be eye to eye with the camera. I put a big glob of peanut butter in her mouth and started to take the video.

Take 1: Camera is rolling, Sissy has a mouthfull of peanut butter, is licking like crazy and she decides to turn her back to the camera.

Take 2: Camera is rolling and Sissy gets excited, and licks the camera with her peanut butter tongue.

Take 3: Camera is rolling and Sissy gets too close to the camera and gets out of focus.

Take 4: Camera is rolliing AGAIN and peanut butter is almost gone and there is not much licking going on.  SCRAP THIS VIDEO!

Okay, let’s take a video of Sissy chewing on her bone. She loooves to chew on her bone and we have a game where I try to take her bone while she is chewing. This is fun to her. She wags her tail and “growls” at me.

Take 1: Camera is rolling and Sissy drops the bone.

Take 2: Camera is rolling and Sissy drops the bone and licks my hand.

Take 3: Camera is rolling and Sissy drops the bone, looks at the camera with her ears perked and her head tilted to the side.

THAT’S ENOUGH, I’VE HAD IT! And I thought my dog was so smart.


December 27, 2007

I am really fond of cats and their antics, but they are a little aloof for me. Cats think they own you. On the other hand, dogs give you unrequited love, are faithful to a fault, give you almost all of the companionship you need, and are a lot of fun to be around. Yes, you can say I am a dog person.  How do I know?


  • Lint wheels are on my shopping list every week.
  • The trash basket is permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dogs out of it while I’m at work.
  • I refer to myself as Mommy.
  • My dogs sleep with me.
  • I have 32 different names for my dogs. Most make no sense, but they understand.
  • My dogs lick themselves, but I still let them kiss me (but not immediately afterward, of course).
  • I have my dogs pictures on my office desk (but no one else’s).
  • I am the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because my dogs need their walk.
  • I have a blog about my dogs! 🙂
  • My children refer to my dogs as their brother and sisters.
  • My grown children come over, lifts the cover on the pan on the stove and says, “Is this people food or dog food?”
  • I have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapped gifts.
  • I cringe at the price of food in the grocery store but think nothing of the cost of dog food or treats.

Are you a dog person?  How do you know you are?