My friend, Jose, is the coolest dog in the
world! He is
also the weirdest, funniest, silliest, best dog in the
world! In fact, he's such a part of our family, we don't
even call him a dog; we call him a pupple.(that's dog-speak
for people)(or people-speak for dogs that people think of
as people!) Whatever!!
Thought that was pretty funny, didn't ya,
Jose?!
Now, the dog at the top of the page looks nothing like
Jose!(as you can see, now that I got some pics of my baby
on here!) I just thought he was cute...he does kinda have
Jose's personality, though! All bark at one end and all wag
at the other! Must be the duality of his nature, huh?!
Anyway, Jose is a Chihuahua. He is 12 years old, but he
still acts like a pup much of the time! He loves his
stuffed kitty and ice cream sandwiches. He hates the doctor
and "motorcycle ears"!(when they were both younger, Sebe
would cup his hands around Jose's ear and make motorcycle
noises and sort of "rev" with his wrists...does this make
any sense???) Anyway, Jose hates that!
This is Jose...isn't he a cutie?! He hates
having his picture taken...any time a camera is pointed at
him, he deliberately starts doing something obnoxious like
licking his behind or something! It took forever to get
these two! I swear he does it on purpose!
To see more pics of Joseclick
here.
Let me tell you just how much he hates the doctor...I
had to board him one time for about 4 days. When I picked
him up, he was literally skin and bones. When we got home,
I noticed he was hobbling around like he didn't feel good.
He got under my bed and wouldn't come out. This went on for
a couple of days...he didn't eat or drink or go to the
bathroom...Well, we finally got him out (the only time he
ever bit me!) and I took him back to the Vet...I put him
down on the examining table, and was petting him while we
waited for the doc to come in, and he looked up at me as if
to say,"See, mom! I'm a good boy! It's not my fault!" About
that time the doctor walked in the room and Jose pooped all
over the table! I began to apologise, and the doc said that
it happened every time any of them touched him...and they
had to touch him at least three times a day! No wonder he
was so skinny!! He ended up getting a muscle relaxer
through an I.V. He got antibiotics, and some other
medicine. On the way home, I went by the Drive-through
window at Burger King and got him a hamburger and a glass
of water, since he seemed to be feeling better and I knew
he had to be starving! Needless to say, that was the last
time I attempted to board him! I did have to take him so he
could be dipped, and that was a disaster as well! First, he
bit the doc...when they tried to get him out of the cage so
he could go home, he got so upset that his blood pressure
shot way up and he got a nose bleed! It took about 30
minutes to get it stopped, and now I doctor him at home as
much as possible!
I found this great picture and thought you might
enjoy
it! Actually, it reminds me of when we first got Jose...our
neighbors had a huge boxer named Rex. That was the meanest
dog! At that time, Jose was tiny...I could hold him in my
two cupped hands! Well, the first day I got him, I took him
outside and put him down on the porch. I told him not to
run off, because he might get in trouble! About that time,
Rex appeared! I tried to grab Jose, but he took one look,
laid back his ears, and ran right at Rex, yapping as loud
as he could! I naturally thought he was dead, but Rex took
one look at this tiny, LOUD, THING charging right at him,
and turned around and ran home as fast as he could! With
Jose right behind him! And me right behind Jose! In
retrospect, it was pretty funny, but at the time, I almost
had a heart attack!!
