3 January 2012

¡Happy New Year Amigos!

It is a muy bueno nuevo year. I can tell.  Reilly has not beat me up once, yet.

Our holiday season was mucho busy.  Mi Madre made me wear a Christmas tree dress.  Two times!  And it was not a dress with a Christmas tree on it.  The dress was a Christmas tree.  I had to wear it at parties.  I did not look happy because I was not happy.

Señor Santa came.  He brought me many little baseballs.  They look exactly like the baseballs I walked FIVE miles for back in September.  I think he re-gifted them. I am dubious about Señor Santa's sincerity!

And I have been to another foreign country.  I went to Nuevo Jersey to visit mi abuela.  They talk funny there.  I could not understand a word of the local dialect.

I do hope all of mis amigos are fine and healthy and happy.

Your favorite little mexican,

Xoco

12 December 2011

Today it the Feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe.  Mi Madre says that 20,000 attended the services at the cathedral in Dallas, TX.  

Chihuahuas or people?  

I held a brief service here in our garden.  

No one else came.  

I wonder if this will help my standing on Santa's list?!!?

Xoco the sainted

7 December 2011

Oh mis amigos.  You must forgive me for being gone so long.  The time, it just flies away.  I am mucho sorry, but I would never forget you, mis amigos majors!!!

The weather has been very mild this fall, so we have spent much time outdoors.  Even today it is mild enough to catch worms and eat them.  Reilly thinks this is gross, but at least I eat what I kill.

Señor Bill is a mere shadow of his former self.  He has lost much weight and I can no longer call him Bread and Butter.  Now I must call him Tofu and Carrots.  He can still ninja fight with me good, but his belly is not as soft when I bounce on it.

And mi Madre is muy fit.  She walks up to 8 miles a day.  She has many other dogs to walk now and sometimes I go along as her intern.  I am one fit little Mexican now, I tell you.  I could make it across the border with a herd of squad cars after me, no problema!

We are getting ready for Christmas.  I have unwrapped one gift already and sorry I did so.  It was hand warmers.  It was not for me, but the package looked to be the right size for me to handle.  I don’t have hands, so they were useless.

I hope you are all having a jolly time preparing for the fat man’s visit.  I will check in on you soon, to make sure you are not on the naughty list.

Too Busy, Xoco

23 September 2011

I must talk about food. Everyone has food issues. Cotton cannot eat corn or soy. Reilly cannot eat pork. Señor Bill can eat everything and eats too much. Mi Madre cannot eat soy.

My food issue is I am not fed what I want to eat! And I cannot eat anything natural. Except worms. But if it is fruit or vegetable, I cannot eat it. I do enjoy dissecting it or hiding it, but I cannot (maybe I should say will not) eat it.

I don’t know where it might have been.

Now processed food, that I can eat! And it is muy bueno. If I could reach the cupboards, I would fill my little food bowl with frito pie covered in caramel sauce with coca cola in my “aqua” bowl. But no one will let me make this decision for myself.

¡la vida no es justa!

As for Señor Bill, I suggested to Mi Madre that she should punch him in the belly every time he eats too much. Then he will get a tummy ache and not eat as mucho. Señor Bill, que no le gustaba la idea.

No sé por qué no...

Xoco, que es de tres años de edad ahora

12 September 2011

Mis Mejores Amigos-

Yesterday I was a mucho exhausted perrita because I walked the Grande Walk on Saturday.

I walked 5 human miles!

Given how short my legs are, I think it equaled 25 Xoco miles!

And I raised $250.00 with your help for the heart association. GRACIAS AMIGOS! We helped many people, I am sure.

It was not all work. I did manage to get CATORCE squishy baseballs – the exact type that I love so much. I think I may just have enough to last me a whole year.

It was a muy bueno day indeed.

Gracias again amigos for your support.
Xoco, cute="cash"

03 September 2011

AMIGOS------

On September 10, 2011 I will take a muy grande walk to help others. Please help me raise dinero for the American Heart Association.

You can click on my very own page at http://heartwalk.kintera.org/bostonma/xoco to make a donation.

I am a little dog taking a BIG walk!!!!!

Xoco Reed
poochas gracias

29 August 2011

Amigos

I have survived my first hurricane. Reilly likes to point out it was a tropical storm by the time it got to us, but I do not care. It was a muy grande storm to a little Mexican. I made a hurricane shelter in Mi Madre and Señor Bill’s bed and did not leave it until 2:30 in the afternoon.

We were mucha suerte. Nothing broke or crashed down on us. But mi amiga mejor, Murphy, she is not so lucky. She still has a very big tree resting on the roof of her casa. She needed to get away from it all, so she came here today to play with me.

And the storm did interfere with my mini vacation with Mi Madre and Señor Bill. We had gone to Vermont on Friday and were going to stay all weekend, but Señor Bill (with a little nudging from Mi Madre) decided to return home Saturday night. Again, we were mucha suerte. We would not have been able to get home there is so much flooding and damage there.

So amigos, do not mess around with la madre naturaleza! She is muy tricky, that one.

Xoco, the survivor

24 August 2011

Mis Amigos

Señor Bill has broken my blog. I cannot post anything without the intercession of a third party. But being a devout Catholic dog, I am accustom to the intercession of a third party for my needs.

We have had the mostest bien-est summer!!!! It was muy fun. It started with me getting a sassy short hair cut. Mi Madre used Señor Bill’s beard trimmer and took a couple of inches off. I was cool and comfortable all summer and it has increased my speed 2 or 3 times. No one can catch me now.

In Julio, we went international. We loaded up in the car and went to Canada. Reilly says they would confiscate me and put me in a bin of stuff that cannot be transported over the boarder. That did not happen. I gave the customs officer my papers and my cutest little dog look and he waved us through. They would never confiscate Reilly – she is too mean.

We visited Lac Manitou and stayed with our friends. They have three dogs too so we had a hound dog hoopla. The casa was muy grande and I got lost a couple of times. But outside was paradise. Reilly could hunt chipmunks until she passed out, Cotton could play catch with the black lab, Rosie, and I could boss everyone around. We had swimming lessons every day – I wore my PFD, we hiked and I went sailing. I was a little queasy at first, but I soon got my sea legs.

After 5 fabuloso days there, we got up mucho early and packed up again into the car. Cotton cried as he bid Rosie, his true love, adios.

We drove nine hours down through Vermont and New Hampshire and on to the coast of Maine. We stopped and got groceries and everything we might need for one whole week. And then we caught the ferry, for a ride into the middle of the ocean, to Swans Island.

Amigos, I am land based creature. I was not amused.

On Swans Island we stayed in a little cottage that was once part of a sheep farm and that overlooked the harbor to the east and the ocean to the west.

I loved this cottage. It was just the right size for me.

The Atlantic Ocean surrounded us. I did not love the Atlantic Ocean. How can one trust water that chases one up the beach?

I loved the beach. It was the best diggy diggy sand box I have ever seen. As long as the ocean stayed far away.

We had a full week of playing. Hikes into the woods and to other beaches. The best smells in the world. Lots of sun. Lots of games of catch. Lots of time to sleep. It was the best week ever in my whole life. And I did finally put my feet into the ocean on the 5th day, but something is muy wrong with that water. It tastes terrible.

Then we had to leave. I was sad. But on the way home I met Sprout. We are engaged to be engaged to be engaged to be engaged. He is a pappion/Chihuahua mix. He loves me. We have to work out a few issues, but when he gets some money, I will marry him.

Back home, all is well. I had to get back to my therapy work on Thursday nights and sometimes I even go with Cotton to his therapy job on Fridays.

I am addicted to playing catch with my little chewy baseball and bother Señor Bill and Mi Madre several times a day.

The days are getting shorter and I have to go suck up as much sun as I can now, amigos. I hope my blog will be fixed soon.

Xoco the world traveler

June 26, 2011

Hola mis amigos. I am mucho sorry for being gone so muy long. Pero, I have been a busy perro!

We left Nuevo Mexico the weekend of April 23. I did not have to ride in the way back with Cotton. Mi Madre did not like it when I went jumpy, jumpy, jumpy and caught the fabric on the side of the car in my tiny teeth and pulled it off. SO I rode up front with Reilly. She says she should be nominated for sainthood after sharing a seat with me for over 2,000 miles. It was not that bad!

Since we have returned to Nuevo England, we have been mucho busy! We have been running a hotel! Every week we have one or two or three guests. Reilly runs the front desk and checks them in. Cotton is the bell hop and helps unpack their luggage. And I clean under the bed. And sometimes in the bed. And I empty the trash. We have been muy helpful indeed.

And we have been working in the garden. I dig holes for bonita flowers. Cotton waters them. Reilly directs.

And we have been working on our tans. Sadly, my nose has not turned black as we had hoped.

And I am in my first litigation!

That is, if I find a good lawyer.

I was dwarf tossed!

A muy grande dog picked me up in his teeth and threw me into the air. I am made of tough stuff, so I did not break, but mi madre, and Cotton, and Reilly were all very mad.

I looked it up online and dwarf tossing has been banned in most states. As a little "person" my civil liberties have been violated. But one lawyer says the commonwealth will not recognize me as a little "person" so I do not have a case. I must watch more daytime television and find me a better lawyer. One who understands these things.

So that, mis amigos, is the latest. Short and sweet, just like me!

Xoco

April 11, 2011

I am still in the land of my birth.  And I am having a mucho fun time.  There is an entire yard here just for diggy digging.  I can spend all day dig holes.  I love it.

Then I come in and make tiny brown foot prints on the white furniture.  Mi Madre is not so happy about this.

But best of all, Señor Bill missed his little Mexican so mucho that he came and visited us.  I ninja-ed him good and we shopped and walked and I licked his whole face.  It made him muy happy.

Mi Madre says we will be here a little longer.  This is bien as my nose is still very pink.  Mi Madre does not think it will turn black again, even in this sun.  I work on tanning it every day, but still no black nose.  Oh well.

And Reilly works on her tan every day.  I pointed out she is only tan because of the layer of dust on her white hair and she almost bit my head off.  Watch it lady, I lived on the streets and I know how to fight!

Xoco the toughie

April 4, 2011

¡Hola Amigos!

It is me, your favorite little Mexican, writing from my home town, Santa Fe!  Yes, I am in my home land.  

I was muy confused by it all, but now I am feeling quite at home.  It took three mucho, muy, very long days of riding in Mi Madre's coche to get here.  But we made it.

The first day I rode in the way back with Cotton.  Then we slept at a hotel in the grand state of Ohio.  It snowed there.

The next day I lasted uno hour in the way back.  Then I melted down.  I jumped up and down and cried and held my breathe and grabbed hold of the fabric on the side of the car and pulled at it with my teeth. I did not have to ride in the way back any more of our trip.

It is very dry here and it makes my hair stick up funny.  And the sun is very caliente.  I was unhappy the first day, but now I kind of dig it.  Mi Madre sprays me with agua so my hair does not get all static electricitied.  I now how to find a shady spot under the bed to stay cool.  And I can run around free in my own yard.  It is all muy bien.

Xoco at home in Santa Fe

March 21, 2011

Reilly is calling me "bed barf and beyond" today.

I puked in the bed this morning.  

Its not like I planned to puke where I was sleeping.  It just happen.

I did it at 4 am.  Señor Bill woke up then to get ready to catch an aeroplane to my mother land.  Again the chico did not take his amiga mejor.  Again I stuck in the not quite as frozen north to fend for myself with not a taco in sight!  When will he learn?

But at 4 am I shared my displeasure by throwing up.  Mi Madre got up and took Señor Bread and Butter off to the aeroporto and then came home and cleaned up.  Then we all had a good nap before the day really began.  Mi Madre was not at all mad.  Just Reilly.  She is so full of herself.

But I am feeling mucho better now.  Except it is snowing.  That makes me sad.  But we have a clean bed to sleep in tonight, so that is not too bad.Reilly says it better stay that way......

B B and B Xoco

March 15, 2011

I just want you to know, I really do write this diary all by myself.  

Really!

Xoco the writer

March 14, 2011

Mi Madre says that I may now make an announcement that SPRING is actually going to make it.

I had my first really good diggy-digging in the dirt today.  I did not find any worms, but I did see looks of little green shoots coming up.  And there is mucho less snow.  This means we are back to our forced marches around the town.  But this also means I will be as svelt as Reilly in no time.

Physically Phit Xoco

March 7, 2011

Mi amiga mejor, Murphy, her madre had foot surgery last week and now she has franken-foot!!!!  It is worse than Señor Bill's franken-finger.

I went to visit her today.  Her foot is wrapped in mucho material and I could not really see it.  But I could see that she was a bit loopy!  Mi Madre says that was because of the pain medicines and that I should not say anything.  Too late.

I jumped on the bed and gave her a good Mexican nose reaming with my magic Mexican tongue.  It is my speciality.  

Then I hid under the bed as mi madre gave stinky Murphy a bath.

Then me and Murphy played race cars running around the dinning room table.

I love my BFF!

x

March 1, 2011

I am in love with a cute boy!  

And I am going to marry the cute boy!

I told him as soon as he gets some money, I will marry him.

He stayed this last weekend in our tiny guest room on the third floor.  Every morning I would jump out of bed and run up there to kiss him.  He did not like the be awaken so early by me, but marriage is about compromise and he has to learn early who sets the rules in this relationship.

Reilly says she will never come to my wedding as it will most likely be in "poor taste".  What ever, princess.  You are still a bruja.  She can't ruin my good mood.

Xoco in love

February 24, 2011

Today is a sad day.  Our special 3-D television was taken away.  It only had one channel, but me and Reilly LOVED it!  It was all rodent all day long.

Mi Madre says it was not television, it was a hamster in a cage.  But I do not care.  It was the best thing to watch.  I would lie on my belly with my nosed pressed against the cage and watch Hammy hamster television for hours.  Reilly got more physical and would hit the cage.  She got banned from HTV in quick order.  But I just watched.  

Sometimes the hamster would hide in his bedding where I could not see him and this made me whine.  But he would soon emerge and run on his wheel or wash his little face or climb up his tall tower. 

But now it is gone.  Mi Madre and Señor Bill carried the set down the street to a home that will never appreciate it as much as me. I promised not to sit so close to the set, but they said it did not belong to us.

Now I will have to return to my usual fare of slasher movies late at night with Señor Bill instead of this wholesome family fare.  

My life is ruined, again, Xoco

February 17, 2011

I have seen what is under the bandage and it is not pretty.  Señor Bill has  a FRANKEN-FINGER!  I will not be able to sleep now until the stitches are removed and it is well.  It is muy frightening.

Xoco who is having nightmares now.

February 16, 2011

Oh amigos,

I have distressing news.  Señor Bill has wounded himself.  Somehow, using powers only a super human must have, he slammed a door closed on his own finger.  He told Mi Madre he had chopped his finger off, but it was still attached.  It was just very much smooshed.  Like a tortilla, I told him.  Flattened.  Like a cow pie in the middle of the road.  And a very interesting shade of purple as well.  I mean, I am a little dog and I am not supposed to see color and I can clearly see this!  Ay yi yi!!!

Now Señor Bill, my ninja amigo mejor, has a big bandage on his finger.  It looks like a weapon.  I do not trust it.  I think he can hide things in there.  This man can not be trusted in playing a game of bed wrestle right now.  I am muy concerned about it all.

Mucho distressed, Xoco

February 1, 2011

Mis amigos

I am writing to inform you that I will not make it. Señor Bill has been doing calculations and according to him, at this rate, we will be under a 1 mile high glacier in under 1,000 years.

I do not know what any of this means, but it sounds worrisome.

I do know it is snowing, AGAIN!

I am having no fun in my life at the moment. All we can do is sleep in front of the fire and wait for warmer weather. Even when it is not snowing it is muy hard to walk. My booties do give me super hero powers and I can run faster and my feet do not hurt, but when there is no sidewalk, they do not make it easier for me to break through the snow.

Pray for us amigos. Light candles that the sun will shine gently upon this frozen land and we will be freed from the grip of impending glaciations of our yard.

Ice Cube X

January 27, 2011

What is wrong with this country?!!?

My nose is pink from lack of sunlight.

I must wear clothes to keep warm.

I must wear booties to protect my feet. And I have not seen a blade of grass in over a month.

So that I may poop, Señor Bill has created a “snow cave” under a bush for me. I can not see and I can no longer even climb over the snow banks. It is like being in a big white box that is muy frio and muy boring.

Reilly got so frustrated by the snow that she pooped on the stairs. Excuse me, mi amiga, but I use those stairs.

When Cotton goes outside, he just blends in with all of the snow and we loose sight of him. All we see are two button eyes and a black nose.

And they tell me winter is not even over yet. I am going to move far, far away.

Xoco on the run

January 12, 2011

Yo no me gusto winter!

X under a foot of snow.

January 4, 2011

Mi Madre informed that I must make New Years Resolutions for this grand new year. I asked what they are and she explained the it is something that I want to do better or change in the new year. There is nothing that I can do better. I am perfect as is, I told her. She sharply replied that no one is perfect and perhaps I could think of one or two tiny things to improve upon.

So I made a resolution to get out of bed before 9 am every day.

And I have. Perfectly.

Mi Madre says it does not count if I go back to bed after only 5 minutes.

This resolution stuff is harder than it looks.

I need my sleep, Xoco