We Got the Beat!

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If you follow this blog faithfully, you have become very familiar with two things specifically. One is that I don’t always post every Wednesday (but when I do its good stuff) the other is that I believe dogs (Chihuahuas especially) have their own personalities, and speak their own language.

FIRST THINGS FIRST…

Call me crazy but to me it makes no sense that such a variety of dogs could all have the same exact personality or needs. It kills me when my non-dog lover friends make generalized comments such as

“Can’t you just feed the dog scraps…it’s a dog”

“Why did you get “it” a heating pad? It’s a dog”

“Why did you buy clothes?” …it’s a dog”

Alright, I get it, I get it! You have confirmed it’s a dog. It has four legs, with fur and pants when hot.  As a dog-lover I would like to respond for all the other dog lovers. They are OUR dogs! OUR dogs and guess what non-dog lovers.

THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN DOGS TO US!

MOVING RIGHT ALONG…

Okay now that the rant is over, and I cleared up what has been wanting to be said since the first paw/hand shake. Shall we move along.

I am a massively obsessive music lover, give me a stream of smooth Jazz and I am completely satisfied. The type of music I listen to for a day depends heavily on my emotions. Monday can bring on a lengthy marathon of Aerosmith, where a Wednesday can be some slow sultry ballads from Sade.

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The day I noticed the Chihuahuas enjoyed the same type of music I did was a comfortably warm and sunny Friday. I began the day with popular hits from Prince. While Raspberry Beret thundered out of the speakers and I imagined I was Lisa & Wendy rocking out with the late Prince. I sashed around the house singing at the top of my lungs and noticed little Chi-Chi eyes following me.

MUSIC IS LIFE…

As I put the bottle of body spray I was singing into on the coffee table, I observed the slow wag of tails, and expression of slight amusement.  I quickly turned down the music and asked the idiotic question “you guys like Prince huh?” Of course, they do! Doesn’t everyone? I decided to try some Tupac, nothing heavy just a little Keep Your Head Up kind of Tupac. The tails continued to wag.

The music binge began, I played everything from Metallica to NWA and guess what? Some songs received several wags others a howl, and the worst no response at all. Most of the songs they didn’t like neither did I. I ended the musical binge sitting on the floor by the stereo while Imagine by John Lennon flowed through the air. I think that it’s their favorite, can you blame them?

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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.

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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.

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Written by Lifewritez

Photo Credit: Muddy Chihuahua ( Tim Oliver)

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Show Me Some Love

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         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.

“Is that You or Your Dogs?”

When pure love has a smell..

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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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