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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