This is Irritating little Chihuahua at six weeks, January of 1999. She is eleven years old this month, and she has her daily exercise routine.
It consists of sleeping, and
going outside and surveying her driveway, from the great sniffing of automobile tires down to the Yucca plant. I have yet to figure out what is so intriguing about the Yucca, as it does not seem a normal “pee” spot to me, but it is on her daily route.
It is also on her daily route to debate whether to go on down the driveway to the road. She will look back, to see if we are watching, go a few trots, stop and look back. This continues until I rap on the window or yell at her. Then, she ambles off into the yard as if, “No, I never intended on going down the driveway. I know my boundry.”
The rest of the day is taken up with sleeping with nose buried,
and begging for food, and sleeping. Mostly sleeping.
Oh, and there is the occasional — jump up and give me a dirty look because she swears I touched her haunches, when she actually has a flea.
Before I am yelled at, she has a frontline flea application monthly, as well as her heart worm pill. She has had neurological problems with other flea applications, so Frontline it is. This was working well for her until the St. Bernard family decided to eat our garbage and deposit their “city of fleas” in our yard. They DO NOT get flea applications. Chihuahua added the garbage cans to her morning run as those St. Bernard’s leave behind all kinds of things, including their fleas.
The St. Bernard’s eating the lid of the garbage can, to circumvent the ties and boards and anything else we could find to keep them out, finally resulted in putting the garbage cans in my studio (which I rarely use in winter). The city of fleas resides on the ground yet, as well as the smells do.
Twice a day I comb her with a frozen flea comb, catch the fleas that freeze on it, and put them in the freezer of doom; a disposable container in the freezer. I know this is wierd, but, yes, I have a container of frozen fleas in my freezer (Try saying that three times fast.). On top of which, sits her flea comb. Someday the City of fleas will all die —– I hope.
So, back on topic, the Chihuahua sleeps, eats, poops, and sleeps all day. For ten minutes, at night, she also plays with her Taco Belle Chihuahua. Taco Belle Chihuahua has more sewn body parts than you can imagine. Irritating Chihuahua loves to grab it by the neck and try to knock herself sensless with it.
My fear, the year we had floods, was that our home would be flooded, fall into the pond and the Taco Belle Chihuahua would be history. I have searched ebay, Good Will and yard sales for a back-up Christmas Taco Belle dog. Chihuahua has a basket of stuffed toys and will occasionally play with the Turkey Buzzard and rarely with the cat mouse toy. Taco Belle Chihuahua is her love.
Now, we have found another exercise outlet for Chihuahua: The Wii.
Yes, Gaffer brought a Wii home. One of the games sounds rather like a bark, so she stands on the couch and barks back at the Wii. But, bowling drives her nuts. It took her three hours to figure out they were not throwing food for her. She loves her Wii. She does not understand it, but she loves it.
This is Skeeter, trying to communicate with the blue jean leg of the Wii player. She is either saying, “Okay, where is the treat you have been throwing for three hours?” or “GO TO BED!”