Xoco's Diary xoco@barkformephotography.com Xoco's 2009 Diary
February 22, 2010
Dang it! I got nothing but bad news and needles jabbed into my flesh at the vet today. I had my annual examination. I really did not want to go.
First bad news – I am shrinking. I am down 4/10th of a pound. Mi Madre says I am dwarfier than before. Some people would look at weight loss as a good thing. I am not naming names, but I could. But I am a SHRIMP already. I need every ounce I can hold on to.
Second bad news – my nose is turning pink because there is no sunshine in this state. I need UV rays! I need dry climates. I need a vacation.
And last bad news – I got me a trick knee. The official name is patellar subluxation, which means my knee, moves around in its socket. Ai, yi, yi. Señor Bill really wants some money back now. At least it explains my jaunty little kick with my right hind leg when I go for a walk, but it is ruining all my plans to become a world famous figure skater!!!!!!! Mi Madre says no more monkey bounces on the bed and that I must act more lady like. Like that is going to happen!
Then after all of that, they jabbed me with huge needles, draining my tiny little body of blood and replacing it with rabies vaccine. I do not care for the veterinarian’s office at all.
After that, Mi Madre dragged me and the dogs for an hour-long walk. The weather is turning muy mal again tomorrow, so she said we had best walk while we could.
I can barely keep my eyes open while I type this.
I feel weak.
Someone save me.
Sorry little Xoco
February 16, 2010
Winter is muy boring. We do not do very much. Most days it is so cold we can only take quick walks. And then when the snow melts, I must have a bath after every walk because I am a sponge for dirt and water and salt. It does not help that I love to diggy dig in the piles of sand left on the street by the big huge plow trucks. The sand sticks to my whole body, including eyebrows and whiskers (yes I do have eye brows and two of them at that). I look like an animated sand sculpture most days!
We did get valentines cards from some of our friends. Grandmother sent us a check for $10.00. We are supposed to share it. Reilly says that because she is the oldest, she should get the most money from the check and suggested we split it $6.00 for her, $3.00 for Cotton, and $1.00 for me. Cotton thinks because he is the biggest he should get at least $5.00 for him, $4.00 for Reilly, and $1.00 for me.
Yo no me gusto their math at all.
I think I should get the most because I have never gotten holiday money before. My other grandmother sent Cotton and Reilly each $10.00 for Christmas, but she forgot about me! Hello!??! How can anyone forget about me?????? Other grandmother says she will give me $15.00 this spring, when she see’s me, to make up for her mistake.
She better. I am just about out of pesos here and I need a cash infusion, pronto!
Xoco who feels gypped
January 24, 2010
It has been exactly one year since I met Mi Madre y Reilly y Cotton. I was just a little baby back then, living with a foster family and waiting to be adopted. I will tell you how it all happen.
Cotton needed a playmate. He was making Reilly crazy, asking her to play all of the time. So Mi Madre said she would get him a little girl. Cotton was very happy. But Mi Madre had to find just the right little girl. So she began to look at animal shelters in New Mexico. She just could not find the right little girl.
One weekend she decided to not to look for a puppy and just hang out with friends. They went to Teca Tu, a favorite dog store in Santa Fe, and an adoption event was happening. In the arms of a very nice human girl sat the cutest little dog girl in the whole wide world. Si, it was I! I was 5 months old. I had been found wandering the streets of a town in Southern New Mexico. And I was adorable. Mi Madre says she took one look at me and said, “that’s the one”. And I am not even a Jack Russell Terrier like she was looking for. Mi Madre called her friends and had them come look at me. They liked me. She took photos of me and sent them to FRB who was in Abu Dhabi. He thought I was awful small. She signed up and was first on the list to have me come and visit her home.
By the way, I was so adorable that 5 other families signed up to have me visit their home if Cotton did not like me.
I made my home visit to them two days later. I was a little shy of Cotton and Reilly, but they seemed to like me. Mi Madre gave the adoption lady some money for me. Reilly says she paid far too much. And then we went shopping and bought a tiny crate and bowl and collar and leash and toys just for me. Reilly says she told her mother to stop spending money right then!
The rest, as they say, is history. I met Free Range Bill a week later. He was very nervous about meeting me. He was afraid I would be frightened of him! HA! I ain’t scared of nothing. He fell in love with me in 10 seconds. I am just that kind of girl.
So that is how I happen to be here and I am a pretty happy about the whole deal.
Lucky Little Xoco
January 9, 2010
I must share some sad, sad news.
Buttercup has passed away.
I am muy sad as Buttercup I were “sisters”. We each had furry bodies and we each loved to eat crickets.
Well, I love to squish crickets and Buttercup loved to inject venom into them and suck out their juices.
Buttercup was mi Madre’s pet tarantula. Señor Bill and mi Madre believe that Buttercup may have been 22 years old. She has lived at La Casa de tres loco perros for 6 ½ years and was supposedly 16 when she arrived.
I liked to go and look at Buttercup. She lived in a big glass cage that had logs to hide under and live plants. And crickets. I would catch the crickets that escaped. I put this task on my chore chart and got 10¢ a week for this important task.
Sigh. I don’t know how I am going to make any more money now.
Out of work Xoco
By the way....my email address is finally working! Give me a shout out sometime.
January 4, 2010
Dear Diary
It is a new year.
And to celebrate, I have been a perfect little dog. Even in the blizzards we have been experiencing, I have insisted on pooping and peeing outdoors. Sometimes I shiver and shake for effect, but I get the job done. I am numero uno!
Cotton and I have slowly been making our way through destroying all of our Christmas gifts. We tore up a jolly snowman – Cotton even ripped the poor guy’s head off. It was awesome. And I made my very first, all by myself, hole in our toy rat. I was so pleased with myself.
The one gift I wish I could get my teeth on, and have a really wild game of tuggy with Cotton, would be my pink Mohawk hoodie. People literally stop their cars to look at me in this hoodie. Strangers bend down and pick me up off of the sidewalk when I am wearing this hoodie. Excuse me! Boundaries, please! But mother insists I wear something while outdoors or I become a damp sponge of a little dog and our neighbor Dan starts saying he will use me to wash his truck. So I am forced to endure the hoodie.
I had such high hopes for this year. I do not care for being such a dwarf!
Xoco the short
By the way, I now have my very own email address.
Mother and Señor Bill have put parental controls on my access to the internet, but I am sure some of your emails can get through. You can reach me at xoco@barkformephotography.com.
Remember: No one is short on the internet!
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