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 Wednesdaycan be some slow sultry ballads from Sade.
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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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.
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.
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.
“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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