Anna is having a Spectacular Tongue-Tacular Contest for all you guys and gals that have spectacular, cute tongues!! Go on over and check it out, even enter your picture if you have a great one, but hurry, the contest ends today!
My sister Lilibell has the most cutest pink tongue, she can even touch her nose with it, BOL!!
It took off for about 2 months this time for a wonderouse adventure in Couch Land until it turned up during an intense cleaning. And Chewy promptly took up the relationship right where it was left off before the Red Bone took off. He was not mad that the Red Bone had disappeared from his life, but quickly claimed it as his most favorite and dear toy once again. The first night it was home, Lilibell and I got into bed first, then Chewy jumped up with, of course.....the Red Bone. He laid it down on top of the comforter, then snuggled underneath for a night's sleep. The next morning, when we got up, he could not leave the bed before getting his Red Bone. And this has become his nightly ritual again, until the Red Bone goes MIA again on another woderous adventure in Couch Land.
When Steve's nephews, Harry and Nathan, got older, he started a yearly tradition with them - pumpkin carving! Steve would buy the biggest pumpkin he could find and carve it with the little ones, they always look forward to their Uncle Steve carving the pumpkin for them! This year, since it was a gorgeous fall day out, I decided to dress the kids up in the new Thanksgiving outfits and hopefully get some good pictures of them out among the leaves at their Auntie Lori's house.
Before we left home, I tried my best to get a picture of the two of them together. Chewy was wonderful, he sat patiently on the couch while I snapped away, but when I tried to get Lilibell to sit next to her brother, every time I was ready to snap the picture, up she would go running off to the other couch. So this was the best I could do for her picture!
One of the members on the Chi forum I belong to makes dresses and vests, and she made just the cutest vest for Chewy, don't you just love the little bow tie!!
Almost time to go and out comes Lilibell's favorite carrier, her VB (Vintage Bitch) bag, made by another member of the forum. Every single time Lilibell sees her Bag come out, she comes racing to it and jumps right into it. I think it's because she knows that when the bag comes out, she's off on another adventure!!
Yes, Chewy is pouting in this one. I think he was thinking that they were going to be left behind while the parents went out and had their fun!! (I usually stay home most Saturday nights, but the night before I did a rare night out with Steve. I don't think Chewy was happy with us at all, because when we came home there was poop on the bathroom rug, which has not happened in a very, very long time (and I know it was Chewy's!). Also, at the couple's house that we went too, they had an extremely horny dog, who kept licking my feet (he has a foot fetish), and when we got home, Chewy nosed right in on my feet, smelling the other male dog. He did not like that at all and promptly went over to their playbed and peed right on it!)
And we're off! Chewy loves looking out the window, while Lilibell is content just to lay in her bag.
At this time of the year in New England, we always have gorgeous colors on our trees. While driving to Lori's house, I was trying to get pictures of the colors, but since we had, two Saturdays in a row, big rain storms with high winds, a lot of the trees had lost their leaves. Also, it's not really peak season yet for us in the lower half of New England, I think in 2 more weeks it will be, barring any major storms that may come our way! <
Once we arrived at Lori's, I let the kids run around in the yard before going in the house, hoping they would burn off some energy.
Chewy I can let run around off leash, as he listens very well to me and I have no fear of him escaping. Miss Lilibell, on the other hand, needs to be on leash, as she likes to squeeze between the fence posts to freedom. I had wanted to get a picture of the two of them together, but I don't think that's going to happen, I'm best off cropping the two of them separately and putting it into a background, haha!
The end result of the pumpkin carving!! Steve always looks to Nathan's guidance as to what kind of face to carve. And of course, the pumpkin seeds were roasted by Richard and were delicious!
My three munchkins
It is always a tiring day when they go to their Auntie Lori's, no time for naps for them, they are too busy investigating, playing with the little hoomans, and running around the yard and they always pass out cold on the ride home. But it's always a fun time for all of us when we go to Auntie Lori's house!
We hope that all of our furfriends have a great weekend and be safe! On Sunday we are going to our Auntie Lori's for pumpkin carving with the little hoomans and Mom and Auntie Lori are also going to try to get some Fall pictures of us in our Thanksgiving outfits (good luck with that one Mom, BOL!!).
Welcome to the new feature on our blog....Tuesdays at the Videos!! Every Tuesday will have a new video of the peanutheads, but the videos will mostly feature Chewy, as he is the ham of the house and is always doing crazy stuff! Lilibell is too much of a priss to act crazy, but every so often she will star in a video with Chewy.
Today's feature is "Music to My Ears" starring Chewy and his pink bone. He is in love with interactive toys, especially the ones that have a squeaker in them, as he likes to bite down on the squeaker over and over again till sometimes the squeaking drives us up a wall!
We live in a neighborhood in Providence known as Federal Hill (or, the "Hill" as everyone in Rhode Island calls it). Every Columbus Day, they hold the Columbus Day festival, which is a 3 day event. The main street, Atwells Avenue, is shut down for about a mile and a half stretch and is lined with all kinds of vendors, mostly food and alcohol. There are 3 stages - one at the beginning, one in the middle and one at the end, where live bands play throughout the day and into the night. There's also a small section that has some carnival rides and the usual carnival games. And on Sunday they always have a parade. The best part about this feast is that our street opens up right into the festival, so we always have a bathroom to use, can go home and change if it gets cold, and during the feast days, if we're hungry, we can just walk right down the street and get a delicious sausage and peppers sandwich (it's also good to go back home to refill our alcohol, lol)! It's becoming a tradition for Chewy and Lilibell to join us on at least one of the days.......well, I should say for Chewy to try to join us, haha! Last year, which was the first year for them, he did not last too long, he kept on bumping into other dogs which of course set him into a frenzy and he was just too darn embarrassing, so he had to go back home.
This year, while I was reluctant to take him, because I knew it would just be a repeat of last year, I wanted to at least try again, I felt bad leaving him home and watching while we all take off (Lilibell included - she's such a quiet little girl at events like this!). I figure that if he at least goes out then has to go home, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't feel too bad about having to stay at home alone.
It started out good. I got their harnesses on (Chewy needs a special harness, one that he steps into, but the ring for the leash is on a strap that goes across the front of his chest. Why you ask? Because he does not walk normal with a regular harness, he lunges and pulls so bad that it looks like he's walking on his chest! This type of harness corrects this behavior.), then put on their coats as it was quite cool that day, and we were off! No sooner did we leave our driveway and started heading down the street but what comes walking toward us was a pack of greyhounds!!! I told Steve to make a quick left into the driveway across the street from our house, hoping that that would distract Chewy and he would miss seeing the dogs........alas, it did not work. He saw them and started barking his fool head off, which in turn set Lilibell to barking (she never barks at other dogs, only when she's around her brother....monkey see monkey do!!), then he started lunging and pulling on his leash. After this little episode, we proceeded to the end of our street, where he saw another dog and again started barking his fool head off! That was it, I told Steve he needed to go back home. Which broke my heart, because when I turned around, I could see our house from the end of our street and there was Chewy in the window, but what could we do??
Lilibell, however, was the belle of the feast! I could not take two steps without someone coming over to us to exclaim how adorable she was and could they pet her! While I don't really mind the attention, and I'm sure she doesn't mind it at all, it does get tiring after a while.
After a little while, Steve and I both went back home to use the bathroom, and Steve decided to try Chewy again. This time, we decided to walk around the back of the block, hoping that Chewy would walk off some steam before going back to the crowds. Well, this time he lasted a bit longer, about 10 minutes! He saw a dog, but didn't really pitch a fit, just sat there and growled at him. In this picture, he is not a happy camper - he can catch glimpses of a dog, so he's growling underneath his breath. I walked across the street with Lilibell to get something to drink, and when I came back there's Steve holding Chewy with his harness and coat off!! That little runt pitched a fit so bad that in his frenzy he got himself out of the coat and the harness!! That was it, back to home he went for the rest of the day.
Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, what are we going to do with you???
This whole ordeal started back in June, when Lilibell had an appointment to be spayed. You may have read about the ensuing problems here. After a month of being on Denamarin, her liver levels were finally down to normal and she got the go ahead for her surgery! I of course was, on the one hand, happy that the surgery could finally go forward, but on the other hand, it made me nervous and anxious all over again. As many of you can relate, I just hate the thought of one of my babies having to go through this, and was still a little worried that something might happen to her - because of her liver levels being out of whack, there were certain things she could not have in her anesthesia, and I started having all kinds of nightmares, such as what if she could feel pain during the surgery (yes, I have a very active imagination, lol!). The day of the surgery came, October 8. As I had to work, Steve was to drop her off at the vets bright and early that morning. My mind was scattered all over the place that morning from worry, Steve was the one who thought of bringing her blue sheep with her so she could have some comfort, and to also dress her in her warm pink hoodie. It was a very nerve wracking morning and early afternoon until I could call the vets at 2:00 to see how she made out. And what a relief it was to hear that she was okay and would be ready to be picked up 7:30 that night! We did have the option of having her stay overnight, but we decided to pick her up (I had the overwhelming need to have my baby back home with us and in my arms). We got to the vets and waited in a room until they gave her pain meds. The door opened.....and there was my little munchkin, with that ridiculous cone on, but with a smile on her face and her tail wagging a mile a minute (think she was happy to see us?!!).
Before we left home, I had already washed my face and got ready for the night, so the only thing I had to do when I got back home was change into my PJs. Once we were home, I settled us on the couch and Chewy came over to sniff his sister. I have to say that he was such a little angel, I had envisioned problems with him, such as wanting to play with her or being rough with her. But he sensed that she wasn't feeling good and contented himself with snuggling up with us. I took that ridiculous cone off of her so she could be comfortable and threw our faux fur throw over us so she could be warm. As we were sitting there, I could feel her quivering from the pain and hear her whimpering and that's when my tears started. I started questioning the wisdom of us bringing her home that night, and I felt so guilty for putting her through this ordeal and utterly helpless, until Steve pointed out the fact that she would've been in pain no matter where she was, and at least she was home in a familiar environment with us, instead of being alone in a cage.
Then I had to figure out where we would sleep that night. I didn't want us to sleep in bed because I wasn't sure if she would wake up and try to jump off the bed. Then I thought of making a bed for her on the floor beside my bed, but nixed that idea - I knew I would not be able to sleep and would be constantly leaning over to check on her throughout the night. I decided that we would sleep on the couch and needless to say, it was not a good night's sleep for me! I took the back cushions off the couch so we could have more room, which resulted in me being pressed up against the hard back; I had Chewy either between my legs or next to them, so I didn't really have much leg room; and I had Lilibell on the side of me next to my stomach. During the night, every time I needed to turn over, I woke up so that I could turn over carefully and not jostle Lilibell. And even though she was right beside me, I still checked on her throughout the night, making sure she was still breathing!
The next day I had taken a personal day, and Lilibell spent the whole day sleeping on my stomach, except for when she got up to pee and eat a little. Saturday she basically slept the whole day, but ate a little more than Friday, and by Sunday she was finally starting to get back to herself. I decided to take her out a bit for our neighborhood Columbus Day Feast and to get some air. By Monday, she was fully back to her normal bubbly self!
All I can say is "whew" thank goodness this is all done and over with!!
Hello to all my friends, Chewy here! Just wanted to let you guys know that we are still around, but Mom has not been on here since last Thursday!!! Sissie had to go for an operation on Thursday, and Mom has been busy with her all weekend.
Sissie came home that night, and I was a real good brother to her, she was in so much pain and I felt really bad for her, so I snuggled up with her and Mom to comfort them. But thankfully she was feeling better by Sunday, so we all went to the Columbus Day feast in our neighborhood (more on that later this week!). Yesterday she was back to her normal bubbly self. Mom will be filling you guys in sometime this week about Lilibell.
But we have sooooooo many posts to catch up on, so please give my Mom some patience. Also, just to let you know, Mom will be starting, next week, "Tuesdays at the Videos" where she'll be posting all sorts of crazy videos of.........ME!!
There are many, many toys in our house, sometimes the floor is literally littered with toys (memo to self: teach them to pick up after themselves). Toys can be found in the living room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the bedroom and even in my dressing room. There are toys that they never play with, toys that get played with occasionally, toys that are dragged out of the archives, toys that get played with on a daily basis and then.......there are their favorite toys.
Chewy's favorite toy is his red bone. This bone was once attached to another toy, which subsequently got torn off from too much wild play and slinging around and thrown away, except for the red bone. Chewy has a love affair with this red bone......he carries it around the house and even makes a point to bring it to bed with him (not to play with, just to be there beside him while he sleeps!). There was one time, as we were getting into bed, Chewy jumped off of the bed and disappears. Hmmmmmm, what could he be doing? I hear him scurrying around in the kitchen, scurrying around in the living room, and when he came back to bed, he was not alone.....there was the red bone, which he gently laid on the bed, then disappeared underneath the covers to fall asleep. The red bone, every so often, goes MIA (which is where it's at at the moment) until the day it miraculously reappears into Chewy's life, to last until the next time it takes off.
Lilibell's favorite toy is her Blue Sheep, which has been her favorite ever since she was little. This poor sheep has just about had it, it has been through the washer so many times and has gotten quite ratty looking from being carried around the house in her mouth. I just don't have the heart to get rid of it on her and get her a new one.....a new one just would not be the same Blue Sheep for her. Blue Sheep never goes MIA, Miss Lilibell always makes sure of its whereabouts in the house. Last night, as we settled into bed and I was getting into a good book, Lilibell got into a playful mood and jumped off the bed. When she came back in, there was Blue Sheep in her mouth. I picked her up and put her into bed along with Blue Sheep. When she went under the covers, I threw Blue Sheep off the bed.....BIG MISTAKE!! Lilibell went frantic looking for Blue Sheep, found the poor thing lying on the floor, and then jumped off the bed to rescue Blue Sheep and bring him back. And there was Blue Sheep for the rest of the night, in bed with us.
Bennie
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I am a 40 something year old mother to two rambunctious Chihuahuas - Chewy and Lilibell! I was inspired to start a blog by my dear friends Tiffany and Lilian as a way to record all the memorable moments of Chewy and Lilibell.
This is the life and times of two Chihuahuas living in a city.
Born December 3, 2007 Likes: Squeaker toys, barking out the window, Cheerios, walks, underwear, kissing, back scratches, cucumbers
Dislikes: High places, getting his teeth brushed, thunder storms and that's about it, there's really not too much he doesn't like!
Quirks: Needs to bring his favorite toy of the moment to bed with him...not to play with, just to be there! Thinks he owns the City streets, must touch the beads in the bedroom before going to bed, loves to suck on our thumbs (yes, just like a baby!), rolling around in piles of dirty towels.
Miss Lilibell
Born June 17, 2008 Likes: Her blue sheep, socks, dressing up, going on outings, Cheerios, belly rubs, walks, playing fetch, kissing
Dislikes: Getting her feet wet
Quirks: Lilibell really doesn't have any quirks, except that she will munch on anything and everything she finds on the floor.
Awards
Our Awards from all of our Very Special Friends
Thank you Lilian and Coco, you have honored us with this award!
Thank you Coco!!
Thank you Tiffany, Lexi & Bentley!!
Another award from our Very Special Friend Coco
Thank you Dip Dip, Bridge and Baby Elliot!! And another big thank you to Twix!!
Thank you Coco, Indiana, Shingo and Molly!
