A little help for my friends....

Friend of the Week

Hello! We're expecting another snow storm up here according to the amount of The Weather Channel my mama is watching today. I think this could be a big one because I hear them calling it "Rocky", like that boxer in my Daddy's favorite movies. I enjoyed the sunshine today. And my Grammy got me some awesome  treats. While I was enjoying the peanut nutter goodness of the inside of my treats, I thought about my poor friends that don't get treats because they are in shelters. So I had a talk with my mama about this. I don't think she understands me all the time, but she did go on PetFinder.com for me and we looked at the pictures together. My heart got all sad when I saw a picture of this dog lady from my mama's hometown. She looked a lot like my cousin Diogi's sister, Yoshimi. Yoshimi was dognapped a few years ago and I told my mama that I wondered if it could be Yoshimi. So we posted the picture to my Uncle Charlie's Facebook page to ask him. But in the mean time, I didn't want this doggie to have to be executed. Because on the website there were big letters that read "Time Up" above her picture and I asked my mama what that meant. She said it meant these poor friends would soon be headed to the Rainbow Bridge. WHAT? I do not like that all. What if that is my cousin Yoshimi? My Uncle Charlie didn't even know she was out there all alone and scared and hurt. Doesn't she deserve a chance to be reunited with him? And even if it's not Yoshimi, she deserves a happy life. So I decided that I will feature a "Friend of the Week" on my blog. And all week I will talk about where that friend comes from and how people can help other friends in the same place.  So that nice lady dog at the top is my first Friend of the Week. I don't know her name, but they call her 12013 on the website. (And how awful is it to be known as a number and not a name? My mama says they did that in the Holocaust.) She is an Australian Shepard. You can find her information at http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/25446795. And check out some other friends while you are there! Stay tuned for more information about the animal control center she is at and how you can help animals in her situation escape this fate! Good luck 12013. I hope you find your forever home!

Snow Dog....

I don't know about other dogs, but I just love the snow. Maybe that's because I was born and raised in Chicago. But if you listen to my Daddy, "This snow ain't snow!" Well, I guess it is. It's white and fluffy and cold and wet and that is what my mama defines as snow. Whatever. It's fun. Do you know how much digging I can do, even in as little as two inches of snow! And I love looking at my paw prints everywhere. That's cool. And you can really see the birds and the squirrels when it snows. I love to stand there and bark at them after I chase them in to a tree.
But my mama made me kind of sad today. She says there are dogs that don't get to go out and play when it snows. She says these doggies are on "death row" and she gets all teary eyed. I don't like things that make my mama sad and I don't like the sound of this "death row". I know everybody likes cute puppies. And there are apparently tons of cute puppies at these shelter thingys. So why don't people just go get the puppies from the shelters? Makes sense to me. But my mama says that not everybody wants to take care of their puppy. Especially when it gets older. I can relate to that. My FurMama didn't like me. She wouldn't give me milk or take care of me when I was a bitty baby. And her flesh family didn't like me or my sister. So they sold my sister because they could. But they were going to give me to the shelter! Thank God they gave me to my Grammy instead, who helped me connect with my mama and Daddy. And I love my mama and my Daddy and my Grammy and my cat sister Furrball. I am so glad that I am adopted. So now I really really want to help my dog friends in shelters find their forever families. I think every dog deserves to play in the snow and laugh when their mama falls down on the ice. And bark at snow birds. And make the snow fly up around them when they run and catch a snow flake in their mouth.
This is my new mission. To make every dog a Snow Dog!

The Next NEXT Karate Kid....

I am a puppy. I like to chew things. I like to bark. A lot. I like to hike my leg up and pee on trees and run as fast as I can and roll around in bad smelling stuff and eat rotten apples that the squirrels throw from the trees and chase the cat. My new favorite thing, though, is being a ninja. My mama talks about being a Ninja all the time. But she's clumsy and she tromps around like an elephant, so I think she's not a good ninja at all. She likes to play this game with my Daddy where she hides from him and jumps out at him. Which is silly because my Daddy is trained to avert sneak attacks. So I used to think she was ridiculous. Until today. My Daddy was play chasing me and I tried sneak up on him. My rotten mama told on me. But Daddy thought I was funny and kept playing my game with me. Chase me and I'd run away then sneak back up on him and try to get his pants leg. It was fun. But I'm not sneaky enough. I think I need to continue my practice so I can become very, very sneaky. Like a REAL ninja. And sneak up on my Daddy and surprise him and make him see that I am a good guard dog, even if I am friendly and small. After all, chihuahuas were warriors. I've seen Beverly Hills Chihuahua with my mama. And I'm bigger than a stinkin' chihuahua. So I can be a warrior too!
As my mama says, "Wax on, wax off Teddy-san". Whatever the heck that means!

Happy New Year!

Remember that pets are scared of fireworks! And be nice to us. You're all we have! Happy New Year! I'm snuggling down with my mama and daddy now.

Christmas...

Christmas was awesome! I got to see snow and play with my human cousins. My mama gave me some of beef and the kitty played with me too! I was soooo happy to open my present! I like Christmas. Except my mama put me in a stupid elf shirt. Daddy made fun of me. Luckily my cousins told mama to take it off of me! Yay!

Love Bites... and so do I.....

I looooooooooooooooooove to bite things! My favorite things being the hand that is petting me and my daddy's feet. My mama puts this nasty medicine on my daddy's feet at night and it tastes sooooo good. It's like ice cream, only not cold. Or thick. Or really even anything like ice cream. Hands are fun because they move so quick. I just thinks it is funny to see what my humans do to try and get me not to bite. Grammy always gently pops me on the nose and tells me "no!" Mama sticks a different chew toy in my mouth or distracts me with a ball. Daddy grabs my chin in between his thumb and forefinger and holds me still for a few seconds (that feel really long but he tells me they are seconds). Yet I still bite. I try to tell them that I'm a puppy and I am exploring, but no body listens. Not even the cat. I bite her and she bites me back, which makes me bite her back. Sometimes she's really mean and bites me first. Sisters. Can't live with them, can't bury them in the backyard with the bones. I don't know why I can't quit biting. I just likes it. It makes my gums feel good, it makes my teeth feel stronger, and I get a little taste of everything that I bite. Seems awesome to me.

On another note, I'm going to start posting pictures of friends I want people to help. My friend today is....... Buster! Here is Buster and all his information from the Newnan-Coweta Humane Society. Help my friend Buster find his forever home!

 

 

Buster the Boxer! He is a beautiful, purebred boxer boy that is ready to fill the void in your active lifestyle. He is neutered, up to date on vaccines, microchipped, housebroken and crate trained. Buster is heartworm negative and up to date on heartworm and flea/tick prevention. Buster is playful and affectionate - typical boxer traits and gets along well with other nice dogs. He's a little too i...

nterested in cats - he seems to think they are more like little stuffed animals. Buster had a microchip already when we rescued him, and sadly his previous owner did not update their data with the microchip company. However, we were able to find out that his actual birthdate is 1/26/2008. At 4 1/2 yrs old, Buster has TONS of life and love left to give. Please contact his caregiver, at LAJ818@aol.com to arrange a time to meet him.

I like to poop it, poop it!

I like to poop. It's one of my favorite things to do. Next to biting and chewing. I poop every where. In the bedroom on the carpet. In the kitchen on the hardwood. In the living room, by the front door. But my favorite place to poop is right in front of my Grammy's room. It makes her so mad that she yells at me and I dance all around her feet. My Grammy keeps saying, "I just don't have the patience for a puppy anymore." And that makes me want to poop in front of her door more. She closes her door and says, "I'm allergic." And that makes me want to get in there even more. nothing anybody can do will make me stop pooping on the floor. They let me outside and I run right back in and poop on the floor, even if I just pooped outside. i will squeeze something out. I am an unstoppable pooping machine. I laugh at my mama because she's powerless against me pooping.