Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah from Sparky and Freckles! We hope Sandy Paws was good to you this year!

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They Want Me to Wear...CLOTHES!

Sparky here,

My Mama is in the kitchen fixing the family food to eat, so I thought I would take this time to tell you about this crazy notion my Alphas get every year about this time. You see, I'm a Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix, so (don't tell anyone) I'm rather small in size, and I get cold when I have to go out and walk in the snow up here in Canada. So my Alphas always get it into their minds that I want to put on this thing that they made out of a bunch of string (they call it yarn) called a dog coat!

I don't know where they get this crazy idea. I never told them I want to wear clothes of any kind. I am a dog, a manly dog. I have fur. I don't need a coat. If I get cold outside, then it is the Alpha's job to pick me up and make me warm again by carrying me inside. This is the way the world should be. I keep telling them this, but they don't listen.

They pick me up and they force my head through this tiny little hole in the bunch of string. Then they force my front paws into these even tinier holes. It's awful! I can't move. The alphas try to make me walk around, but how can I walk when my paws are stuck in those holes? "I can't move!" I tell them but they don't listen, I tell you. Alphas can be terribly stubborn sometimes. And they don't listen!

How can I walk in this straight jacket, whatever that is? How can I 'do my business' outside when I can't even raise my hind leg because the string thing gets in the way? I'll wet it, and then it will freeze to me in the cold, and then I will not be able to get it off ever, and then I will have to wear it for the rest of my life, and I DON'T WANT TO WEAR IT AT ALL much less for the rest of my life!!! Sigh!

I hope there is somebody out there who can help me convince the Alphas that this is doggie torture, and they must stop with this clothes thing immediately. Please help me!

Thank you,
Sparky

All Howlling Eve...

Do you know what they did to us???? DO you?
First, they let the little Alphas dress up in other clothes and wave around long knives, and only one Momma was there to try and keep them under control... then they did the most horrendous, unspeakable, terrible, heart-wrenching thing ever...

THEY LEFT US ALONE!!!

They didn't come back for ever, and the whole time they were gone, there were all these goblins, monsters, angels, ghosts and other things we were scared of running around outside. And we had to guard the apartment against them! Then there was a muchmuchmuch bigger dog down the hall barking terrible things. He called our Mommas names I can't repeat here, but trust me when I tell you that it was bad.

When the family came back, the other grumpy Momma was with them and they were all excited and stuff, and I had to GO! So the grumpy Momma and I went for a little walk so I could do my thing, so I don't know what happened. Sparky can tell you...

Well, the little ones were whooping and hollering, and they smelled like all kinds of good food, and the other Momma kept telling me to stop jumping, and I wanted some of their food, but they wouldn't give me any, and I kept getting underfoot and someone stepped on me!

Yeah, anyway, while my little brother chases an itch, I can tell you that there was a lot of candy dumped on the floor and the Mommas kept staring at it. I still don't know what they were looking for, but I guess they found it, cause the little ones finally got a couple of things each.

It sure was nice when we all got to go to sleep and things quieted down.
Whew, I'm tired, time for a nap.

Freckles and Sparky

Happy Howlloween!!!

Don't forget to treat the dog!

Arooooooooooo!!!

It All Started With A Dog

In the beginning, my mamas tell me, there was all powerful thing...somewhere. I've heard some humans call it God.
You know God was a dog, right?
Well, look, the Great Bark didn't want to seem all full of herself, so she switched the letters around and called herself God; but all us dogs know she is one of us.
I don't remember much before I was three. I do know that when I became self-aware, I was in juvenile hall for some crime I don't remember committing. But the important part is that I was paroled. I had to ride in a vehicle, which I hated, but at some point, I got a toy and food and cookies and clothes; so I suffered through. Yeah, I know, I'm a dog, so I'm not supposed to like clothes, but I do. It's a security thing; deal with it. Anyway, I got a family. They seemed nice enough, but I wasn't sure for awhile. It took me a long time to trust. But eventually I did. No sooner did I realize how much I cared for them than they gave me a little brother!

I didn't want him! Take him back! I said, but no one listened. Then they put him in a cage so I wouldn't hurt him while we played! Me! I was outraged that they would think I would hurt this little ball of nothing who only laid there and shook. Who said I wanted to play with him anyway? But at least I wasn't the one in the cage. Over time, he got older and bigger, but not much. He's still small. I'm not sure when things changed between us, but now I'm the one who needs protection! He jumps up a lot and tries to claw my eyes out! And what did I do to deserve this? Nothing! But he does it all the time! My mamas try to protect me, but still...

So I guess we've come to some kind of understanding. He doesn't seriously take out one of my eyes and I won't roll on him at night.

At least not so the mamas will notice...