Love Being Me...........

this is why i looove being me........hence the reason for my blog title.......

stay put when called ..........stay still when you hear your name called.......let your slave search everywhere since you're small enough to hide anywhere and everywhere; appear only when you see her about to have a heart attack.....

stay under tables, beds and right smack in the middle where she can't reach you; stay till she tempts you with treats; then run to her, snatch the treat and return to starting position - guaranteed to drive her crazy.......

pee on newly changed mats/rugs.....only on newly changed ones and after you've just peed on the pee pad ........she'll turn into a mad woman; works everytime.....

play in the balcony........spring back when she calls and walk slowly towards her with your tail between your legs ........guaranteed you'll be forgiven if you space out your outings....

go to her with your tail between your legs and with your head down when you've done nothing wrong.........absolutely NOTHING and watch her search the whole house frantically for any damage as she cannot believe that you're innocent .....

master new tricks and stare blankly at her when she wants to show you off to her friends........guaranteed to make her look silly big time woo hoo......

i loooove being me and will return as a chihuahua and nothing else as i do not have to do anything i don't want to, and i don't want to most of the time.....

spoilt brat???........who? me?...........BOL..........

happy saturday..........

chikisses,

Loooooove Fridays..............

i loooove fridays......mum loves fridays too and when mum's happy, this small fry is too...

as i get to sit with the hoomans during their pig out and snigger at them when they act stupid...

as i get to go out in my VintageBitch carrier if it does not clash with mum's outfit........

but when it does, i get to keep the car seat company........

as it's also pedicure days........

as if i'm so lucky, i get to walk ahead of mum BOL.......

or by her side.........

as this is the only night that dad really plays with me.........

or i can go find my friend fido and scare the #$%& out of him.........

really scare the &$^* out of him........

need i say more?...............have a grrrrrrrreat weeeknd all...

Just Don't Get Too Carried Away..............

inside all the outfits is a BOD, a tiny chi bod but still a bod..................a shy bod.....

i do appreciate all your compliments on my outfits and BOL i am not apologising for being a fashionisdogg...........

mum's excuse is that i'm fidgety and slippery; hence the outfits for my own safety...........pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaze...

just don't get too carried away and do remember that

"The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting."- Gloria Leonard

Aha....wordless Wednesday..........

"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. "
- Walter Bagehot

Reflective Tuesday

i know, i know ...... how can a chi be philosophical ; after all, i am still a chi BOL........

let's just say i'm preparing my mind for a wordless wednesday......a painfully quiet day for a chi who looooves to yak... eh talk

to quote yogi Berra:

"You can observe a lot by just watching. ........ "
- Yogi Berra

I'm Feeling Sad Today..........

monday is NOT my favourite day of the week; i looove fridays - the start of the weekend for going out, food and more food and freedom to do anything (almost .....) as i see fit......

today is black monday as mum is very sad as she lost a good friend last saturday. life is too short as her friend was healthy, loving life and was here on thursday and gone suddenly on saturday. she has been crying non-stop and i am doing my best to be on my best behaviour.

this time i think i will behave till she is her normal self again............i'm also trying to show her that i can be sad and obedient even though it's killing me to sit still but i'm trying, really hard....

Helloooooooo I'm Here......

mum thinks i can't see her as she's screaming for me........and i'm right in front of her

i show her my little nose and she's still blind....

i'd better show more

of myself before

she goes crazy......

this woman is funny...

here's looking at

you mum....she's

still calling for me

i may be small but i don't think i'm invisible BOL....

this is the story of our game.......

she calls out to me

i hide

behind sheer curtains........under tables/beds........under blankies/towels.....sometimes right under her nose

she calls again

i stay

she screams

i show

i show again

she's still blind

I GIVE UP

she THEN pretends to see me for the first time......WOOMan!!!

Jeeeez I'm JUST Sleeping ..........

if I have not mentioned that my mum is funny, i am saying it now, weird and funny ......

i try to sleep, she pokes me, i jump........or her fingers are at my nose and all she says is:

"sorry girl, just checking whether you're STILL WITH US..................."

i'm not dead mum and of course i can breathe; i just love my nose against the bed BOL.............

AHHHHH, where's our siggy???????

d CoCo

Does it have to be a Wordless Wednesday???

i guess so BOSoftly, very softly...

Honest Scrap Award

BOL, we've received our first award from our dear aunt Tiffany of Munchkin Memoirs

thank you Bentley, Lexi and aunt Tiff. we are so excited as this is our first week of blogging and we ( more like mum as I'm cooooool about this, woo hoot ....) are short of bloggers to nominate. let me put on my princess tiara and have a rethink..........

meanwhile, here are the rules:

1 tell everyone 10 things about you they may not know but that are true.

2 tag 5 bloggers with the award.

now, let's see what i should confess about myself BOL........

i prefer hoomans to hugoggs...please note that i said 'prefer' and please don't read more into this. they just know how to pamper us.

love it when mum travels (i do show my sad look) as i get to follow dad to work. i enjoy our time together as dad talks to me gently ( mum nags saying it's for my own good ) and indulges my whims.

somehow enjoy marking newly changed rugs/mats even after having just peed - much to mum's annoyance. you should see her going bonkers BOL

mum says i have a bigger wardrobe than dad ( of course as how many shirts and pants can a guy have?) and I DO but i can't beat mum's shoe/bag collection BOL ............i have less than 10 carriers and about the same number of beds

i do my warrior dance in circles while waiting for my food, and before peeing and doing my business

enjoy playing hide & seek, you SEEK, i hide behind sheer curtains in full view of you and you still can't see me and YOU call me 'blind' BOL ......

oblivious to thunder and lightning while mum shudders and she calls me 'scary mouse' when i'm obviously a chi. i enjoy walking calmly around her when she's calling to hold me as she's scared; who's a scary mouse now BOL.

i know i'm not allowed in the balcony and the back work area but i still sneek in there when mum's not looking and then sprint like mad and smile innocently at her when she screams at me.

i still have not learnt to like licking mum's face even though i try really hard as i know she likes it ( i was not allowed to lick faces at the breeder and the pet shop )

i WILL return as a chi and nothing else as i really looooove being a chihuahua as i don't have to do anything i don't want to and i don't want to most of the time BOL ( and that's another story and post later! )

and now for the 5 bloggers i'm tagging ( i guess it does not make sense to tag the person who tagged me or others already tagged???? )

Mollie and BoBo
Bijou
Maison Dixie
Poppy

anyone who is reading and following my blog and also all the blogs that i follow or will be following.......just grab this award if you want it, and enjoy .......

thanks again aunt Tiffany, you made whatever remains of my night; it's bedtime soon,

How Mum came into my Life

my sibling was sold to a pet shop and i was the extra 'baggage.'.... the condition for the sale was if we were taken as a pair. ......the breeder considered me difficult to sell as i was too small to breed and he was uncertain whether i would survive...... the pet shop owner saw that i loved to eat and knew that i would be fine. .....he also knew that he would have difficulty finding me a home as i would require a lot of tender loving care.

after being there for a couple of days, a lady came in and it was obvious that the pet shop owner and she were friends...... i heard him telling her about me and then i saw her...... she smiled at me but was hesitant to hold me and i was also shy. ......she then stoop to my level and sat me on her lap and caressed me. ......i think i fell in love at that moment and she said that i was "so cute and so tiny."

she had to leave but came back to see me at least three times..... i remembered her telling me that she wanted me but was unsure whether she could dedicate enough time to look after me as she had a very busy life and had to travel frequently...... she also said that having me is a total lifestyle change and a major commitment for her...... i looked hard at her whenever she spoke and she said that she's in love with my eyes and my "good eye contact."

after the three visits, i looked forward to seeing her but she stopped coming for awhile..... i sat waiting for her and whenever i was shown to other people, i would just stay in one corner of the cage. most people after calling me "cute" would ignore me to concentrate on other dogs..... by now, my sibling had been sold and i was lonely.

then, one day i saw her again and i was so happy and the best part was she was also happy to see me!.... she told me that she was going to look after me for a week as the shop owner had to leave town for a couple of days.

in retrospect, i think the shop owner was very smart..... sensing her reluctance to commit to me, he knew that she would come to love me if she could spend some time with me.......and his plan worked.

so, i went home with her and we fell in love with one another and i stayed and stayed till today.

Counting down to 1460days

why 1460days? well, in my world that's 4 years but somehow in mum's weird world ( please note here that I said 'mum's world' ) it seems it's jinx to even mention four ... she says it means 'gone across the rainbow bridge'........see, i can't even say the actual word.............

well, it's coming up soon and she says we will celebrate my 1460days birthday on august 7 ( well, there's a four in there and how's she going around that?...........dare i ask????? )

sometimes i feel so stressed and i hope you understand what i have to put up with on a daily basis ( and you think i am the difficult one?......)

My View from Down Here....

now, this may seem like a silly topic but hey, my view is 7ins from the ground and believe me, it looks different from down here.

for starters, when anyone talks to me, i don't see them or their faces , i see feet, legs or whatever they decide to show me...........

really, don't you think it's rather unfair to tell me off for not listening when i have a noisy, busy world down here.........don't believe me?

come live at my level with all the crawlies, bugs and those tempting edibles that's forever buzzing around and calling out to me to choose them over their companions bol..........

i'm sorry for ranting but i have to clarify this as we are from different planets according to mum. she says she is from Venus
( so she claims ) and dad, according to her is from Mars......

she still has not decided where i'm from as it depends on her moods ( she's always confusing me; so it's a wonder that i've turned out quite well adjusted, considering........)