Santa is Delicious

My sister and I moved in to our house a little over 5 years ago.  Though we always decorate for Christmas, in that time we have never put up a Christmas tree. This is for several reasons, but more specifically the last 3 years because of our little terror angel Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua.

The first year that we had this little bundle of satan, she ate a Christmas wreathe.  Not just nibbled....devoured. Destroyed.  Have you seen the birthing scene from the new Twilight movie yet?  It was something akin to that.  Styrofoam, needles, ribbon were scattered all throughout the upstairs...even stuck to the ceiling.  It was then and there that we decided no Christmas tree for us!

This year however, my sister bought a pre-lit Christmas tree that she's been coveting for 3 years and so we decided to go ahead and try it.  Mimi is almost 4 now and hasn't really eaten anything too detrimental lately.  We set up the tree last Saturday, plugged in the lights, put up the garland, and decided to wait til the next day to see how she did with it.  Surprisingly she showed absolutely no interest.  So on Sunday we put up the ornaments.

Every day we come home we check to make sure the tree is still standing.  So far everything has been intact!

.........Until this morning.

As I walked by Mimi's chair I happened to look down at her collection of stuffed toys that she keeps close watch on.  Sitting on the very tippy top, under her little paw, was a little stuffed Santa ornament.  I couldn't help but laugh.  Since the tree was in tact and there was no sign of mischief, I imagine her sitting on her throne, checking out the target, choosing her intended victim and then ever so delicately slipping Mr. Clause off the tree with her sneaky little teeth.

She's a naughty one all right....but oh does she keep us laughing!

Another One Bites the Dust

This is our new living room rug.

 Isn't it so cute?

This is Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua on her very expensive Dog Bed

 

Isn't she so precious?

This is the spot where Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua 

christened the new rug 2 days after we got it

 I'm gonna miss that dog.

Post It Note Tuesday

My Dog Ate My Homework and other random things

Remember my love letter to Jag, our new foster dog?  Yeah....that might have been a little premature.  While I still love him, I've discovered a few reasons as to why his original parents might have given him up.

1.  He eats paper.  Namely my library book.  Fortunately I heard the rustling after he took his first bite of page 234.  I was able to save the rest of it. Wasn't so lucky with the bag of pasta that he found in the food storage room.  He chewed a hole in the plastic and spilled pasta all over the rug.  Note to self...when you hear thumping upstairs, put the DVR on pause and investigate. 

2.  He is obsessed with his fuzzy soccer ball.  Won't leave it alone.  Licks it. Rubs his body all over it. Walks around the house with it in his mouth.  And wants me to throw it to him....all the freaking time.

3.  He does not like to sleep past 6:30 a.m.  On any day.  Especially the weekends.  Or yesterday when I had a bad headache and tried to sleep in before going to work late.

4.   He barks at birds.  Obsessively.  Won't stop even when I squirt him with the squirt bottle.  Happy Spring!  Did I mention we have a little birdy couple building a nest in our back deck awning?

5.  He cries and whines if I leave him alone for even a minute.  Forget about going to the bathroom alone...he pushes the door open and sits at my feet.  Or rather, on my feet.

6.  He acted inappropriately  towards my friends' rocking stuffed gorilla while her baby was sitting on it.  I won't go in to details, but let's just say I don't think it was intended to be ridden that way.

But when he sees me coming around the corner, up the stairs, or in the front door, his little stump of a tail wags so hard that his entire booty shakes.  My heart melts and he's back in my good graces...until next time.

It's raining men!

Ok, one man to be exact.  There's a new fella in my life.  We met last week and it was love at first sight.  He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and I was hooked.

He goes by the name Jag.  Cool, right?  At first I was like, Jack?  No baby, it's Jag.  Oh.  Nice!

Jag infiltrated my life quickly.  He is playful and fun, yet has a serious side.  He does have some quirks.  He's a little jumpy, and he snores like a freight train, with a nose whistle.  Really?  Yeah, terrible.  And he likes to hog my side of the bed.  Not cool buddy.  But then again, my dog Dandie likes to sleep on the pillow next to me so I guess what's a guy to do but make his own space where he can?

He eats a lot!  And he's a bit stinky.  Like he really needs a bath...every day!  Last night I was up late blogging and he fell asleep next to me.  Suddenly I hear a disgusting noise....yep, man gas.  Ick!  It woke him up and he just looked at me like....what?

Mimi the wonder Chihuahua isn't a huge fan, but then again she's not a fan of much.  Plus he likes to tease her and steal her ball and that girl doesn't like to share!

He's a little camera shy, but I was able to sneak a little shot of him tonight.

 

What did you think I was talking about?! 

P.S.  Jag is our  new foster and is up for adoption.  Let me know if you're interested!  He's really the best little dog!

It's a Bird, It's a Plane....

It's Super Mimi!  AKA Mimi on Crack.  Sometimes she gets a little bee in her bonnet and she runs around like a crazy person dog.  And all you have to say to get her going again is "I'm gonna get you!"  and she's off like a shot!

I can't get the video to load so please see Super Mimi here on You Tube.

P.S. Ignore the blankets everywhere...I've been sick...and lazy.

Little Miss Look at my Butt

My sister and I foster dogs for a no kill agency in Utah called Utah Animal Advocay Foundation.  This weekend we got a new dog named Teva.  She is gorgeous.  We're not sure what she is, but she's around 8 lbs and cuddles up like a little doll.

I had to go to the County Animal Shelter to pick her up. That place is so sad.  So many poor dogs waiting to be adopted, and so many of them run out of time.  Teva's last day was Saturday.  I'm so glad we were able to save her.

One of the downsides to getting a dog from an animal shelter is that they are often very dirty and covered in poo.  Teva was no exception to this rule.  Typically we don't bathe them until day 2 so as to reduce the stress of the first day.  I am no doggy washing pro, so I usually strip down to my unders and put on an apron because I often end up as wet as the dog. Since Teva was new and I wasn't sure how she would handle a bath (turns out not very well!) I asked my sister to help me wash her. I was able to stay mostly dry.

After bathing her I took her downstairs to blow her dry (which she hated) and then got on the computer for the first time all weekend.  As I headed back upstairs, with my sister right behind me, I realized with dismay that I hadn't gotten dressed and was still wearing just an apron and my undies.  How embarrassing!  I felt like that line from Heart and Souls about "Little Miss Look at my Butt".  As I went upstairs I turned off all the lights....or so I thought.  I went to the close the blinds to the sliding glass door and accidentally turned the light on to my back porch....and gave my neighbors a show...of me.. in my underwear and my watermelon apron.  I hope they will recover from the grotesque site quickly.

Now this is just taking things too far!!!

Well, it's official. Winter is here. Jack Frost has nipped at my nose. That jerk. I just took the dogs out for their last potty trip of the night, and I could see my breath. Baby, it's cold outside!

The weather forecast is calling for a big snow storm tomorrow night and all day Tuesday. You know what that means...time to unpack the winter sweaters!

Who's a naughty monkey?

I've blogged before about my sister's dog Mimi (she is being referred to as my sister's dog for 2 reasons. 1. I am mad at her. 2. She was supposed to be my sisters dog but my sister keeps deserting us for the summer, so I guess I'm mad at her too).

You can click here for a reminder on how naughty Mimi is

Mimi is definitely a CARNIVORE. One day when we first got her, a beautiful yellow butterfly flew up to her and landed on her nose. Awwww, how cute Jen and I both said in unison! Until SNAP! Mimi ate that little butterfly right off her nose! Since then she has eaten an unknown number of bugs, some dead, some alive, some in mid flight. To be honest, that's my favorite. When she's just walking around minding her own business and then she jumps up and grabs some poor unsuspecting moth. I don't mind so much when she eats the bugs...I hate bugs. In my opinion they are here on earth just to be killed and eaten.

What I don't like so much is when Mimi finds a bird in our back yard. I had the misfortune of walking up to her last week eating a little bird. I don't know if she caught it herself or if it was already dead. But I had to chase her around the yard for a while and then finally got the hose out and was able to get her to drop the bird. I then had to pick it up in my bare hands (gross!) and throw it away.

So anyway, back to the reason I am mad at Mimi. We have 2 new foster dogs (yes, that means we, or rather I, have 4 dogs in the house. That's a blog for a different day) Lexi and Nina. Lexi is 4 1/2 lbs and has no teeth. Mimi has gone after her a few times but mostly leaves her alone. I think she can tell there's no threat there. But poor Nina is a gorgeous black Italian Greyhound/min pin mix. For some reason, Mimi does not like her. She has attacked her every day since she got here. Mostly it's over food but sometimes it's just because the wind blew the wrong way. I have to be on guard at all times to make sure that Nina does not become Mimi's latest snack.

She makes me so mad sometimes! But then I come across something like this and I have to laugh. Mimi likes to burrow in dark areas and go to sleep. She crawls behind our food storage shelf and then can't figure out how to get out. Next time she goes after Nina I am going to put her back there myself and leave her. That'll show her!

Mimi is my sister's Chihuahua. My sister says she's my Chihuahua. I know she is not mine, because MY dog, Dandie, is an angel...the perfect addition to any family. Mimi is a terror in doggy form. We like to call her Satana...as in the doggy spawn of Satan.

Mimi is N-A-U-G-H-T-Y!!! She brings new meaning to this word. She goes to the bathroom in the house whenever she feels like it. She gets her nose in to EVERYTHING! She climbs up on the kitchen table (coffee table, window sills, bathtub...whatever you leave open) and rummages through things. Today Jen called me and said that Mimi dragged an entire bag of garbage out of Jen's bath tub (where she hid it so that Mimi would not get in to it), knocking over a gallon sized shampoo bottle all over the floor.

Mimi is also dog aggressive. She has tried to take down a neighborhood pit bull. She fights with the neighbors cocker spaniel through the fence. She has terrorized any poor foster dog that we dare to bring in to our loving home.

Mimi's biggest problem is that she eats things. Bad things...EXPENSIVE things!

Things Mimi has eaten:

• A hair brush (the day after we said we'd adopt her...cost us $1000 for emergency surgery, to find out she had already passed it).
• Too many shoes to count...including Jen's $70 shoes and $150 shoes, and 3 of my Ann Taylor flip flops...all in the same day
• My underwear
• Dryer Sheats
• The bathroom garbage
• A prescription bottle (thankfully empty)
• A box of tic-tacs...including the plastic box
• Cherry Menthol Cough Drops
• Numerous cd cases
• Bandaids
• Poop (GROSS!)
• 12 oz of Williams Sonoma Peppermint Bark (this almost killed her last week)
• And the list goes on.

One day Mimi might find herself out on the streets. We will tie her belongings to a stick with a bandana and send her on her merry way. But for now, we keep working with her and loving her. We are taking her to Doggy Boot Camp in a couple of weeks to work on her behavior and teaching her boundaries.

People (my Dad especially) ask why we don't feed her to a shark or "accidentally" leave the door open. We cannot explain why we love her so much. She's like the old nursery ryhme...When she is good...she is very very good. But when she is bad...she is horrid! But seriously, how can you not love her when you wake up to this.....