Change

Though I have heard many say that change is good, I am afraid I don't much like it. In the last few weeks, I have lost a sister, and moved away from a brother and a grandmother. Now this is very sad to me, we were a very tight knitt family. But it is not all bad, because I get all of my person's attention now. We walk together every day multiple times, I have a huge bed to share with her, and I don't have to mark where the treats are stored to keep the other dogs away, because I am the only dog... I get all the treats. But I must say that it is lonely when she is not home. I simply cannot fathom where she could be going for so long, and sometimes she comes home for just a brief moment and leaves... It is then that I miss my other family, because it was then that they paid me a ton of attention. I get to go a lot more now too, I go to doggy day care, at my grandma's house. I spend the day with the old and wise French poodle, whom I think of as my brother.

Well I must close now, until next time... may the treats be plentiful, and the walks be long!

Sweaters and Bags

You really should leave the sweater alone, aside from being practical (I am a chihuahau, and chihuahua's have little hair and zero body fat...) I make it look so good. You would be surprised the women that swoon over me. At least I was not humiliated with a Santa hat, or even worse reindeer antler... Oh dear, I hope she doesn't read that one!

More embarrassing however is the shoulder bag that I am forced to ride around in, as though I was just a part of her apparel. I do enjoy going, just not in that obnoxious plaid shoulder bag. It does however make a good inconspicuous base for mobile world domination don't you think?

Ah well, Thanksgiving really is a wonderful holiday. We, (Shadow, the old & wise French Poodle, and Cora the Huge German Shepard) got to eat all the turkey skin and gravy that we could stomach, and got to be scratched by all kinds of relatives of my two legged one. Then it was nap heaven! My two legged one was actually home for three consecutive days, which is positively unheard of, and actually slept in most mornings. ahhh do I love down comforters.

Well that is all from me for now, I a cheery evening to all!

Yo Quero Taco Dog?

He he, yeah so I am the chihuahua... and please forgive, as my sight is still under construction.... my person seems to get really frusterated at that code stuff... she even stops scratching me while staring angerly at the screen...

So yeah, My name is latin for Dragon.... what you don't speak latin... oh me either... but I bet you don't speak dog either hehe... Mooshu was right, it is not cool to talk around the two legged ones. It spazes them out worse than a kitty on cat nip... or a labradour retriever with a tennis ball....

So my whole name is Draco Macho Clan Stewart... And I shall have to update more later... I am still trying to help my person figure out this code... it is quite aggravating... perhaps if I go bug the old poodle, his age old wisdom may come in handy, then there is always the sheppard, but she really is much too big to have anything useful to say.