German

Some say dogs understand German.
Why the heck do they say that?!
I mean, yeah, if a dog lives in Germany, I'm sure they'd understand German the way I understand English.
I think people must get confused when they tell us something like "Setz!" Which sounds like sit, so we sit.

I do enjoy German food though...
fatty yummy German food
I remember trying German Chocolate
now THAT was good!

But still, it gets frustrating... stereotypes people! STEREOTYPES

WHATS THAT

One of my humans keeps carying a green box around and aiming at me before it makes a 'click' and flashes a blinding light in my eyes

I have no idea what it is and I find it fairly annoying... She's been following me around every where D8

Chic-Loo

SOOOWRRY! I haven't written so long, I bet half of my readers stopped bothering to check my blog DX I just haven't done anything lately


A few days ago it snowed at least two human feet, my humans didn't even leave like they normally do, but they actually joined me in the backyard!

The snow was so deep though, it was covering my stomache, so I stuck the the trails in the snow my masters made... even though they kept bribing me to run in the actual snow

The boy made a big mound though and dug a hole out of it. They kept calling it a 'Chic-loo' and would go in and out of it, they wanted me to go in there too! NO WAY! It's cold enough staying OUT of the snow... But then they would throw my favorite dogs treats in it.

Rosie

Welcome

I have officially decided that writing everyday is to tough, maybe three times a week? Come on, I'm not cute enough to do something different every day. I eat. I sleep, and I bug my master to play with me.

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I was on a laptop today writing a post, but you know me, I'm all paws, no finger! I was about to click 'publish' and BAM I accidentally highlighted my whole post, clicked enter and deleted the whole thing.

I remembered about the auto save and nearly jumped in joy! aand then it saved my post again. The post with nothing on it. How fun?

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Today's post is mostly focused on my masters daughter's cat, Rosie. I do NOT understand that thing. She's a big selfish ball of gray fluff. All I want to do is play with her, maybe sniff her rear a little, and I get a nose full of claws and my face covering with kitty spit.

She walks around all proud and acts like she owns the house, I just get back at her by chasing her and licking her butt.

But why does that devil get more freedom then I? She gets to go outside (in the FRONT) when ever she pleases, and she's even allowed in the living room and dining room, I'm NEVER allowed in there, I set even the tips of my claws in there and "Chico NO!"

The humans even complain about her, but she's.still.here. Luckily Dave blames her when I throw up...

I've been working MY way up to their laps now though... They pet her so much, but she just turns around and scratches them, she doesn't deserve the lap.

Pillows

Welcome


I realized I can make millions...

Shoe Pillows.

They're extremely comfortable, especially when they have that musty sent of your master
right there on your face.
it's a very comforting thing. (see the picture has my old ugly back-up collar? I sure learned my leason about collar eating)

If only I can start selling them to my fellow dogs, I will become rich (in dog bones)! I'm sure I'll even have enough for my master, he would loove that; he's just so kind and unselfish that he always gives ME the treats, but then there would be enough for everyone.

It snowed 13 1/2 human inches last night and it has still been snowing slightly. How fun?

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My humans left me home alone today when they took the human pups off who knows where they go every morning in the cold season. It was extremely lonely and I'm sure they thought someone else was home, they're so paranoid about giving me any freedom, I feel like a newborn pup.

I then realized one was home; she was just asleep. So much for that party, huh? At least they didn't dump me in the snow like they normally do. Boy, do I wish for some sun.

Squeeky Octopus

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Dave (my master) came home and what do you know? He brought me a new leather collar-first one since I ate my last one-and he also brought an orange... noisey octopus. And what now, he stuck a tag on my new collar! I mean seriously, I'm not a cat! I jingle every time I walk now, how manly is that?

And the stupid octopus? It's driving me crazy; it never stops squeeking, no matter how violently I chew and bite at it. I'm sure it would be dead by now, especially when it lays there silently, but suddenly when I touch it, SQUEEEK.

I've tried everything now, I've even offered it to my humans, but they just throw it or scold me and shoo me off.

Maybe I'll be able to 'kill' it today, wish me luck.

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I woke up before dawn today and had to pee. My master finally heard me crying to let me out, and yes, SNOW! There's probably a good cat's height or even a few paws more.

You can't even tell where the sidewalks are; it's just all snow!

Well, Hello

Oh please, did you expect another ScoobyDoo?

I'm Chico Rivera, a male boxer currently in my 20's, or YOU could say I'm still in the one digits.

I like to keep my posts short, I am a dog wearing a diaper after all, and paws aren't that easy to use when typing! But over time you might become interested about me, my master, and his family.

I'm having someone working on a custom layout for me also! Won't that be fun?

I'll try to post daily. So welcome into the Mind of Chico