The Chihuahua Murmurer

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Yes, I am one of those people, you know the ones that gossip to their dogs once you walk away.

Surprised, are we? Yes, it is true there are dog lovers such as myself that go walking the trail on a brilliant sunny day with a rainbow leash and when you pass our little guys take a sample whiff of you and well we add a comment to compliment the whiff. Please don’t get me wrong, the comment doesn’t necessarily have to hurl an insult or a compliment matter of fact it can go a bit like this:

Chi-Chi: sniff

Me: Did you see that fitness watch? Wanted to get one…way to expensive

Chi-Chi: (one last sniff for good measure)

So yes, this is my very open and honest confession that I am not a dog whisperer like the very popular reality TV show back in 2004 but instead a chihuahua murmurer.

Last week one of my sisters visited and overstayed her welcome, and I am sure she can say the same about me when I visit her…If I ever were to confront her about it. I never ever will instead I murmured to my tiny chihuahua Rhythm after shutting the door “Whew! Thank God she got that call, I thought she’d post a tent in the living room and light a little fire” by the way Rhythm sniffed and agreed.

Chihuahua in mud

This murmuring mostly applies to the commentary of daily life events, it’s not as effective when it comes to requests. Earlier today I followed my daily routine of letting out the Chi’s, by the way, the ratio of paws to hands are 4:1. As they raced around the yard I watched as overstuffed clouds slowly floated overhead. I had not looked at the weather this morning, and to be completely honest lately the forecast hasn’t had the precision of a ninja. Without warning the clouds gave way to a waterfall of very healthy drops of rain.

They plopped down immediately soaking the Stewie pajama shirt I was wearing (yes, I said Stewie from Family Guy). I immediately began rounding up the Chi’s on request/murmuring and was confronted with a blank stare and more racing around the yard. The murmuring turned into an all-out plea which then turned into a game of tag resulting in me slipping in a combination of mud and poop (could have possibly just been poop I don’t really know) as I sat there on the wet, muddy, poopy filled ground. I looked across the yard between the raindrops I could have sworn I seen my beloved Rhythm murmur and the rest of Chi’s laugh and sniff at me.

Let’s Chi-Chi Talk: Are you a dog murmurer? Leave a comment.

Written by Lifewritez

Photo Credit: Muddy Chihuahua ( Tim Oliver)

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Show Me Some Love

Happy Chihuahua

         Unconditional Love Exists

No matter how long we are away, what we smell like or who we bring home with us, our little guys are always happy to see us. When it comes to humans showing love we have developed an entire day known as Valentine’s day. This is when we truly allow the cash and love to flow freely. Yet our dog and dogettes don’t wear tiny watches around their wrists and count down the days to show you love they just do.

The Rant

Day before yesterday I was in a horrible mood. (This is where my rant will begin) It was raining, I stayed late at work and to top it all off an impaired driver hammered the front of my hood into my windshield. As I stood in the rain waiting for the tow truck to arrive, I thought of the many ways I could have avoided this accident, although I knew it wasn’t my fault my emotions decided differently.

So, there I was, crying in the rain to my totaled car.

Can You Handle the Love?

I finally arrived home, sore but alive. I put my key in the door like I had done millions of times before. While opening the door I listened to the tiny paws shifting across the linoleum floor. They were over joyed to see me. I sat down in the middle of the floor and accepted all the tail wags, jumps and kisses I could get. I wish I could write that they showed me a little more love that day, that in some way they knew my day had been a disaster. The truth is that they are not psychics and they greet me like this every day. They show me the maximum amount of love their little chihuahua hearts are capable of. The change was in me, that day I became more open to receiving all of it.

The Decent

Love so easily tossed away.

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It was a day like any other, the people moved around freely carrying on with people business. They had no worries because they knew at a moment’s notice I would give my life to protect them. I alerted them when something didn’t feel, sound, or smell safe. I would sit perched on the arm of the couch, that was my favorite spot because you could see the front door. I smelled who was coming in and going out. It was an “apartment” well that’s what the people called it, all I know is that you had to climb a lot of tiny hills to get there. So, that day I was sitting there protecting my people, and suddenly I was thrown into the dark. It was scary, it felt like the time I made an accident and got in BIG trouble for it. Except this time, I didn’t make an accident. Maybe I spilled my water? No, I’m sure I didn’t do that. Then I was falling, for a long time. I hit something, it hurt so bad I called for help but no one came. I tried to dig my way out but the dirt that surrounded me only slid around and wouldn’t break. I don’t know what I did so wrong? Maybe they will come back and get me…maybe…Please comeback?

If Dogs Could Talk

There is a cliché which states “If only walls could talk” what if instead the cliché were “If only dogs could talk”. The conversation would be quite interesting. The story of an interview with a New York Chihuahua thrown four stories down a garbage chute would make front page of the paper, and even TMZ would pick it up. Although, I would rather use the above chihuahua monologue as only a figment from an overdue story in my imagination; I cannot because unfortunately it is very true. It didn’t make front page news, nor did it get caught by TMZ cameras. At very least, it managed making making the pet section of the New York Post. .

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Perspective & Motive

This story is one of many that happens every day. The chi lived there long enough for the neighbors to become familiar with its habitual barking. So, then the question becomes how does a family go from seeking a dog to become a family member, to tossing it like day old garbage? Perspective and motive. If a dog is bought only because it’s cute it’s seen as an object. The motivation is superficial, and the perspective is no different than buying a new pair of shoes. When those shoes become worn we toss them out (some of us stick them in the back of the closet, just in case) and march down to the shoe store to buy a new pair. When perspective and motive are equally yoked, great families seek dogs because they would like to add an addition to their family, and it’s a bonus if they are cute. Let’s be honest an old sock can be cute if you fall in love with it!
This doesn’t mean that people don’t have the right to change their mind. Maybe they never had a pet, and they find out it isn’t for them. Maybe a love one passes and the pet has nowhere to go, with no extended family to take them in. It then becomes our responsibility to handle our loving companions the best way possible, it becomes our duty as humans to be empathetic. There are several options available to those who no longer want to care for a pet, tossing one into a garbage chute should never be an option.

toddler-girl-holding-water-hose-playing-with-dog-E711A1What are a few options?

Contact the Pet Store or Breeder- Contacting the person or place you got it from can be a way to take action, most good breeders would rather have the dog with them then homeless.

Surrender- Some states have animal shelters that will except unwanted pets. Each state has its own set of rules so check with your local humane society or animal shelter. Animal Humane Society Surrender Info
Make a post-Tell social media, place a pet ad in the paper or sign up to a website dedicated to finding homes for pets.
Ask a friend – Be open, maybe that friend that can sit on the couch entertaining themselves with your pet for hours without getting bored just might be a good fit.

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“Is that You or Your Dogs?”

When pure love has a smell..

Sweet Cocoa
Sweet Cocoa dreaming of letting go:)

A good friend came to visit yesterday, although I wasn’t expecting her at all; unlike many of my other good friends she was a pleasant surprise. I had been marinading in my sweatpants from a morning run ( please don’t ask why) and to add I was very comfortable. My beautiful Chi Jazz cuddled just beneath my thigh, and my frenchie sweet cocoa lay at my feet, which also included the running socks (as you guessed) from earlier that morning. We had been sitting there for the majority of the afternoon, smooth jazz softly playing in the background while I bounced between researching upcoming literary events, and the latest celebrity gossip ( or should I say tea). Needless to say, the three of us were happy and  content.

The Funk

“What is that smell? Is that you or your dogs?” My good friend had a history of speaking her mind very loudly. I watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. All afternoon my beautiful dogs sat right under what humans considered “the funk” they didn’t care that I didn’t smell like  lavender, or freshly crushed sage. They just wanted me with “the funk ” and whatever else came with me.

Sweet Cocoa Lets It  Go!

As I proceeded to explain my run, and the extremely lame excuse to why I hadn’t yet hopped into the shower. Sweet Cocoa between snores released a “silent but deadly” explanation. The gas quickly filled the room crashing with “the funk” that previously pronounced itself champion to anyone entering the front door. I burst out laughing ” It’s me! My dog had nothing to do with that bomb” The laughter woke up sweet Cocoa she rose slowly, stretched and exited the room.

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Who’s the Boss!?

Establishing who’s the Boss; you or your adorable companion?

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Oh, how cute! Look he’s claiming you The two pound Chihuahua lifted his tiny leg and whizzed three honey colored drops onto grandma’s cotton white knee high stocking. “Well isn’t he the cutest, he is so tiny he almost tilted over when he did it”. Everyone laughed and the very adorable little pup continued making his rounds, peeing on everything he put his little paw to.

This very scenario was the beginning of the most irreversible doggie disaster!  Little pups all over the world (and some adult dogs too) got wind of what happen to Grandma’s knee high TED stocking and begin to follow suite. There was spontaneous whizzing taking place on the snow hills of Minnesota, to the gorgeous historical architecture of Cinque Terre, Italy. Millions of pictures posted on puppy-gram of puppies large, small and in-between whizzing while sky diving and even on the statue of liberty. Puppy parents all over the globe tried to get these pups from freely whizzing. They tried treats, long walks and dog retreats which included roast beef gravy facials; nothing worked. Finally, these parents banned together across the globe to form an alliance against the wildly whizzing pups. Resistance broke out against the alliance of puppy parents, pups no longer whizzed because they needed to but because they wanted to. In the end, the darkest day came when the pups were forced to wear diapers, all trust had been broken.

Order was eventually restored in this story but at what cost? The question that arises is who is the boss in your home? Is it you or that cute little fellow running around on all fours. Many of you may answer matter-of- factly “me of course”. Well if we became fluent in dog (some of us already are) and we asked our cute companions, they would naturally disagree. Before, we band together to form an alliance let’s consider their perspective. They protect, entertain, keep us company, motivate us to exercise and ensure that we make it to the store; even if it’s just the pet store.

The linguistics of Puppy

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Taking these wonderful acts into account, it makes no sense to correct these helpful little guys, right? Wrong! It’s naturally necessary. Let’s explore the smooth, choppy linguistics of dog. The word “family “translated into the language of dog means “pack”. The meaning varies slightly, the leader of the family or pack isn’t the one who brings home the bacon, but the one who exhorts the most dominance of the bacon. Even if it’s just you and your companion, it’s still considered a pack in the doggie world.

No Boss Is Cute…Except Yours

Let’s get to the bottom of who is truly the boss. Do you find yourself wiping up whiz more than you’d like to, or being yanked along a quiet trail toward the first sight of another furry companion, maybe coming home to a living room disaster? If you answered yes to any of these questions, take a good look at your adorable companion. That sweet face is the boss…for now. As a dog lover, you know accidents happen, but if these incidents happen more than three times a week…every week it’s time to reestablish who is the boss.

Three Steps to Stick To

  1. Keep a Simple Routine-We don’t adjust well to swift change and they don’t either. Keep it simple and they will know what to expect. Keep potty and eating times consistent.
  2. Say no and mean it – No in English still means no in doggie language. They are so cute, I KNOW! Remember they respect dominance, and no is how you establish it.
  3. Give treats, give treats, did I say give treats! – We love to be complimented and so do they. Give treats when they do well and they will continue to do well.

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Misery Loves Company and Dogs Do Too.

When you realize four legs are better than two for company.

Jazz & Melody
 

The best listeners in the world, Jazz & Melody

It is an unspoken rule among dog lovers that if your dog falls asleep in your lap you dare not move. Instead, no matter our hectic schedule we find ourselves sitting a bit longer than anticipated,  wondering what they are dreaming about or if they are comfortable. It hits us that the look on their tiny furry little faces is one of complete relaxation and contentment. Those moments become validation to the reasons we became dog lovers to begin with.

One Reason Is Just As Good As Two

For some of us two-legged, hairless humans; finding sleep the way our four-legged furry companions do can be an exhausting challenge. Whether the day has presented endless tasks, an unexpected guest arrival, or something as serious as a death in the family. No matter how hard we try, sleep doesn’t come easily. Many of us take this time, to download a game on our phone or binge watch the latest Hulu or Netflix series until the sun rises.

The Cozy of Companions

The CDC reports 1 in 3 adults don’t get enough sleep, this can lead to mood swings, and fuel depression and a host of other health issues.  I must admit I am very guilty of the Netflix binge until about a year ago. I was sitting there, phone plastered in lap remote in my hand worrying about the woes of a rapidly approaching morning. My body was spent, but my mind had decided it was running the biggest marathon of its career and tonight it was going for gold. That’s when I felt it, a soft and subtle brush on my hand. I looked down and there was my beautiful merle girl Jazz, this chihuahua had more heart and soul then a rottweiler but weighed no more than four pounds. There she slept in a state of peacefulness right by my side, the t.v softly flickered across her face and her small paws rested on my thigh without a care in the world. The ability for her to depend solely on me with no fear or worry. It was three in the morning and she hadn’t left me once. I gently massaged her small head, leaned back, closed both eyes and got the best sleep I had in months.