Changing of the Guard and Piddle Pads!

  Well friends, it finally happened today. The changing of the guard, the passing of the torch, whatever you want to call it, it's now my responsibility to clean up puppy poop from Roxy's litter. She formally turned in her resignation this morning.The pups are well on their way to being completely weaned and I guess that means it's time for Princess Pooper Scooper to spring into action once again and here I thought we had such a nice arrangement. The puppies are starting to really develop their own personalities now. The Chocolate female is the most outgoing and her tail never stops wagging. The little boy just wants to be cuddled and the Merle female is the licker of the bunch. Click the link to watch recent video of the puppies. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vBuznOwdlA

  In other news ARF! Chihuahuas has some new friends we'd like to introduce to you. This is Buddy (in the center) and his visiting girlfriends. Buddy is a Katahdin Ram and his girlfriends are here visiting from North Marion High School's FFA program. Buddy is doing his part to help support the FFA program by helping out with next years crop of baby lambs for the students to show in the fair. You never know what you'll find here at ARF! Chihuahuas. We'll introduce some of our other friends next time. 

  Until next time friends "sniff..sniff" at least for Princess Pooper Scooper doody calls...

Roxy & Pippen Litter Update!

 

Here is a new picture of mom & her pups, from left to right it's girl, girl, boy. Poor Roxy looks like she's thinking "Are they ever going to do anything besides eat?" There is also a short video of the pups on YouTube now.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yx66qNDhAZQ 

Roxy & Pippen's Litter!

Hi Everyone!
Arf!Chihuahuas is proud to present Roxy and Pippen's litter of puppies! From the top we have Roxy no longer looking like a watermelon. It's disgusting how she got her figure back so quickly isn't it? Just below her on the left is a female puppy that looks like she's going to be a very light colored red merle & white. Next in the middle we have another female puppy, today she is chocolate with just a bit of white on her chest and toes. Some days she looks like she may have some blue in her. Last but not least on the right is our little boy, sometimes he looks blue sometimes he looks fawn it depends on the light, either way he's a merle puppy too. Mom and pups are doing well. The puppies have all filled out nicely and are little wiggle butts. Check back for weekly updates to see how they're doing.
Thanks,
Princess Pooper Scooper

Patience!

As you can see we have no puppies yet. Roxy still looks like a furry watermelon. We'll keep you posted on her progress. Thanks.

The Power of Flip

Flip, as most of you know is the pup at the top of the page holding the leaf in his mouth. I have always been pretty proud of the fact that my dogs were not overly spoiled, but very well cared for. My life pretty much revolves around them and the other farm animals and their daily needs from 6am to at least 10pm everyday with breaks in between to do dog laundry, clean kennels, work, gardening, and human laundry (if I remember). Flip on the other hand has decided that he should rule the humans. With just a look he can command Mr. Pooper Scooper (aka, my husband) to bring him a tiny morsel of granola or scratch his belly. Flip decides when it's time to go out with a whimper and when it's time to come in, with a bark. He demands that he be allowed to inspect and look after all new puppies that are born. To them he's Uncle Flip. He has wormed his way in like few other dogs have. He's everywhere, my cell phone has multiple pictures and videos of him. He gets to sit on my lap when I'm on the computer and sit on the console when he rides in the truck. And somehow he has the ability to make everyone that meets him fall in love with him. Not to bad for the puppy that made me go "Eew, that's the ugliest puppy in the litter" Flip is so spoiled he even has his own dog. Flip was supposed to have Champ as a roommate temporarily until he went to a new home, well the new home never materialized and so Flip decided that Champ should be his pet. Even though they're the exact same age and Champ is WAY bigger Flip is in charge. Flip eats first, gets first pick of the toys and gets to arrange the blanket. How did this happen? Just look at him, but don't stare into his eyes too long or you will be sucked in by the power of Flip.

Presents...

Do your dogs bring you presents? I know lots of people whose cats bring them lovely little gifts on occasion, but this week has been like a non stop birthday party for me. So far I've received a present on Monday that was deposited in the living room (again by you know who) that required hauling out the carpet cleaner. On Tuesday and Thursday I received the gift of freshly dead field rats from Snoopy. Now please keep in mind that this an extremely well trained hunting dog that just happens to be trapped in a chihuahua body. Friday brought me several unidentifiable bones from Peanut, who although she is more than willing to bring her present to me she feels much better if she hangs on to it for safe keeping as I am apparently not responsible enough to be entrusted with such priceless items. Where they are unearthing these artifacts is beyond me as it's virtually impossible to keep an eye on the entire herd every second when they are out running around. My yard looks like the toy isle at Petsmart with $500.00 worth of toys and yet they choose to play with and roll on and chew up dead things. Oh, and in honor of the Fourth of July Champ has decided to explode this morning. Happy 4th to everyone! Princess Pooper Scooper is off to find the Pepto...

If I Didn't Have a Dog...

Good Morning!
I received a great email from my Dad today and wanted to pass it along. It's called:
If I Didn't Have a Dog...
If I Didn't Have a Dog.
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
I would have money and no guilt to go on a real vacation.
I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put
their yet unborn grand kids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down,
come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or
barriers.
I would not talk 'baby talk'. 'Eat your din din'. 'Yummy yummy for the
tummy'.
My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an
extra leash.
I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L, F-R-I-S-B-E- E,
W-A-L-K,T-R-E-A-T, B-I-K-E, G-O, R-I-D-E.
I would not have as many leaves (or pine needles) INSIDE my house as
outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog ties
them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading
'mud' season.
I would not have to answer the question 'Why do you have so many
animals?' from people who will never have the joy in their lives of
knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel
as they will ever get.
How EMPTY my life would be!!!
"Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened"

If anyone knows who wrote this originally,please let me know, so I can give them credit and sympathy.

This is all so very true. Around here we call people with only one dog amateurs. I can't imagine my life with only one dog, what would I do with all my free time and money? If I had one dog it might actually be well behaved, not that everyone here is a bad dog. I prefer to say that they are just really happy dogs that are actually allowed to be dogs, and not what I call "Lap Trophies" Yes my dogs roll and dig in the dirt, eat dead bugs, chase bunnies, bark, bark, and did I say bark? Everyone knows their name but it has taken years of special training by me, Princess Pooper Scooper, to teach them how to run full speed in the opposite direction when I call them. Let's see The Dog Whisperer do that in a 30 minute show!
So yes, my life has gone to the dogs especially the wet, muddy, shedding dogs this time of year. How about you?

Monday Morning Surprise!

Well my week started out as follows: 6am wake up call by Fruitloop who has made it her mission to make sure that no one ever gets to sleep in. She wakes up the boys Flip and Champ and new mom Snoopy. Since everyone is doing the potty dance I get up and release the hounds, now mind you once I'm up Fruitloop goes back to bed because she doesn't need to go potty yet. On the way out the door we nudge the bulldog to get her moving, wake up Sandy and grab the ancient Bichon Frise, Bridgette and carry her down the steps. Now in the 30 seconds it takes to get the first crew out the door the bulldog has apparently decided she just can't wait and makes a trip to the living room to have an accident, a very, very rare thing for her so I choose not to get angry and resign myself to getting out the carpet cleaner later.
After doing the initial cleanup, it's time to bring the crew back inside. The thundering herd arrives and goes back to their respective areas to await Princess Pooper Scooper's alter ego Magical Treat Dispenser. Finally the break I've been waiting for everyone is back asleep and I can shuffle off to the kitchen to get milk for my coffee. Why do I have wet socks? I didn't go outside and walk around in the grass, oh great apparently Fruitloop decided that she had to potty afterall and since the bulldog used the living room I guess she figured she could too. I swear she's smiling at me. It's as if she's saying "Now isn't this easier than having to let me out and back in?" My life has gone to the dogs once again...