Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I met her in the Pets Prison. At first I thought she was nice. We talked about things. We talked about life. We had nothing else to do. It was boring as hell in there, ya know? It passed the time. Then she started following me around, sniffing every last place I went. She sat where I sat. Peed where I peed. Ate where I ate. She even tried to follow me to my cell! I thought maybe Prison was making her a little weird. On the day of my release, we shaked paws goodbye. She gave me a strange look. The day after I got home, guess who came to my front door? HER!! She comes by every day. Every stinking day, so now I am in hiding. Does anyone know the Dogfather??????????
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy 4th of July!! Today we are playing Frankie's Name Game. Me first, Rambo.
My mom Dana wanted a chihuahua, a boy chihuahua. She wanted to name him Miquel. She had this planned for months and was looking around in shelters and in newpapers. One day she stumbled over me, literally. I was born in Chino California on June 5, 2005 in the backyard of her friends neighbor. I was running around with my brothers and sisters and my mom saw me. She said she fell instanly in love with me. Mom said I was the fiestiest of the bunch and changed my name from Miquel (which sounds kinda whimpy to me) to RAMBO, tuff chihuahua. I agreed. As some of you know, I have lived up to my tuff dawg name. When I was one year old, my mom took me to New Jersey on a vacation, and I got lost (long story). I survived for nine days in the woods eating crap off the ground and sips of water from the rain puddles, then my G-Pop and G-Mom found me. So, not only am I one tuff chihuahua, I am a very lucky one!!! So that's my story.
Three years later, my mom Dana got the itch to get a sister for my bro, Rambo. She wanted to name her Cinderella. She began once again to look in shelters and newspapers, and literally stumbled over me too!! I was born in Pomona, California on March 2, 2008 in the backyard of some nasty humans house. My doggy mom was sick and couldn't take care of me and the humans didn't like me, so I was tossed on the street to fend for myself. I didn't want to leave, so I just hung around the neighborhood with my sisters and brothers. One by one, they all died. I was the only one left when my human mom found me. My feet were covered in tar and I was very skinny and dirty. I was covered with fleas. My mom Dana took me home and cleaned me up. She decided that Cinderella wasn't the right name for me. She made a list......Chi Chi, Cha Cha, Lola, Lila, and so on. In the mean time, G-Pop started calling me Midget Molly until the right name was chosen for me.
Well....the humans took so long naming me that I began to recognize Midget Molly as my name, and so the story is told. My name is Midget Molly and I like it.