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Xoco's Diary - 2010
I am the luckiest little Mexican. I got socks. TWO pair of socks that are all for me. I opened the packages all by myself and I now have as many socks as I have feet!
I will never wash them as I hear socks get lost in the dryer.
Happy, happy Xoco!!!!
December 19, 2010
It is almost Christmas. I am muy excited. This year I hope to get my own pair of socks. I do not wish to wear them. I just like socks to play with. Señor Bill does not like it when I take his socks under the bed to the spot where the sun does not shine and he can not reach. But I love socks. They are so much fun to run around with in my mouth and to play tug with Cotton. I hope Señor Santa has gotten my note and will bring me my socks.
Excited little Xoco
December 12, 2010
This is Cotton. I have to use Xoco’s diary to tell about the best day ever in the whole world.
Today is the day that we call “Cotton Day”. It is the day that marks the day I come to live with this family. I am so lucky to find this family. Before this family, my life was not so good. I got beat up and lost and I did not get so much love or to live in a nice house and have so many nice clothes and my own car. But 7 years ago this day I met my mama. I climbed right into her arms and hugged her and asked her to take me home and to keep me and all of my wishes were granted.
So today we had a Cotton Day party. And for dinner I got the mostest bestest meal ever. I know people talk about really good food I think I understand now what they mean. Tonight I got tater tots and hot dogs. My mama put them on a plate and made a smiley face out of them. Then she put the plate at the big table. I sat on a chair and waited for her to give me the thumbs up and then I ate them all! The girls got a little bit of this dinner on the floor, but I got to sit at the table! With a cloth napkin and a real plate!
And then I got presents. I can’t believe how lucky I am. All of my dreams come true every day with this family.
Cotton, the happiest boy in the world
December 6, 2010
I have discovered a new joy in life.
The pad for heat.
Señor Bill uses it when his back hurts. He likes to sleep sitting up on airplanes, so when he does come home and sleeps in the big bed with us, his back hurts. He pulled out this little pad last week and I did not know what joy it brings. Today I happen to sit on it and then I immediately curled up on it. This is exactly what a little Mexican needs on a frigid winter morning.
Now If I could just get Señor Bill to leave it on and leave it all to me.
I am freezing here, Xoco
26 November 2010
Ay, yi, yi.
I am muy behind with my diary. Almost a whole month has gone by!
But I have not been allowed to use the computer. I was grounded. Me and mi amiga mejor, Murphy. We went online and ordered a whole lot of cute outfits using Mi Madre’s card for credit. Everthing was bueno until the packages started to arrive.
Mi Madre was mucho mad at us. She made us return everything.
Reilly, who has declared herself as my “stylist”, says that Murphy y me have trampy taste and should not be allowed to choose our own clothes anyway. Just because she has a super model’s figure does not make her queen of style. Señor Bill brought her a fancy reindeer hide collar from Finland, so she thinks she is super special right now. I told her it is out of Rudolph. Me and Cotton laughed so hard at that joke, but Reilly got mad and walked away.
Sometimes I can be so funny.
Xoco, who will not shop online without her Madre’s permission ever again.
1 November 2010
Lo siento to be away so long. I am just such a busy little dog these days.
There are THREE puppies in the neighborhood now and I am forced to continually show them that I will always be the smallest and the cutest. Some days I am very cross and scold them. Other days I run really fast and they can not catch me. And I can always jump into mi madre’s lap when they get too rambunctious! I am so much smarter than they.
But mi madre reminds me that the puppies will all be mucho bigger than me and be able to smush me like a soft taco in no time at all. She tells me I should be kind to puppies as not all that long ago I was a bity little dog.
¡Cualquiera que sea!
Xoco the cutest
12 October 2010
I have been doing a bit of research and proved I am NOT a cat! I had a sleep over at my BFF's house, Murphy, and she has two cat step brothers.
First off, they are way bigger than me. And they have long tails that they flick and that I can chase and catch. My tail is quite short and sporty.
And they have slanting blue eyes. My eyes are round and a deep soulful brown.
And they eat on the table. I am not allowed on the table.
And they do not know how to wrastle. I am the best wrastler in the whole world.
Nope. I am certainly not a cat.
Mi Madre says I am a "cholo". It means I am not just one breed of dog, but a mix. Reilly says that she is pure and that makes her superior. I think it just makes her meaner.
My BFF, Murphy, is also a mixed breed, but she does not think the Irish are called cholo.
Xoco the cholo
3 October 2010
I may just die of shame.
Somebody called me a cat!
Sad, sad little Xoco, who is hiding from the world.
26 September 2010
I hate clowns.
I also hate Town Day, teenagers, balloons, and balloon animals, and the whole month of September!!!!!!! But I hate clowns the most.
Let me esplain.
Ten days ago was Mexican Independence Day. I held a parade, but being the only Mexican on the block, no one came! That is just rude!
Four days later, it was my day. The anniversary of my birth. No one, except Mi Madre, wished me feliz cumpleaños! Nadie.
Then yesterday was Town Day. I have never experienced Town Day and hope never to see one again!
But Town Day goes on and on and on. There were 30 million teenagers with funny colored hair squealing and trying to hold the adorable Mexican.
And then there was The Clown. She set up shop right across from our booth. And it was not just her scary smile and funny clothes that got to me, but the balloon animals. I never want to see one again. They smell funny and do not look like anything found in nature and then they pop. And the hideous teenagers took glee in popping them. The Clown found this jolly. That was one twisted sister, I can tell you. I took refuge under the table in a cardboard box for the last hour of our shift.
Finally after three hours of Town Day, Mi Madre walked me home. We had to pass by the spray on tattoo booth where more teenagers were getting spray on tramp stamps on their backs. I thought about getting one for a second, but realized I would have to shave my back first. There is always something to get in the way of my fun!
And if I ever do get a tattoo, I promise you it will not be a clown!
Xoco, who never wants a clown at her birthday parties!
Estoy muy cansada!
I fiesta-ed all night. We had a pre-birthday party for me last night. And a post birthday party for my BFF, Murphy, because her parents forgot her birthday! We had hamburgers and tacquitos and fritos and potatoes (Murphy is Irish and they eat lots of potatoes). And for dessert we each got a cup cake. I had so much food I felt like puking but it was all way good.
I love parties, but boy do I pay for it the next day.
I have been peeing in the living room. My life has been very disrupted lately and I need some way to express myself.
First, Señor Bill has been in Mexico, without me. For a whole week. This makes me muy angry! I simply shared my frustration.
Then Mi Madre got home at 10:30 one night. 10:30! That is almost the next day.
And then this morning I just felt like it! Reilly saw me and snitched!
Mi Madre said I had to go to confession. Padre Cotton is my confessor. He is the best. He can’t hear a word I say, so he keeps everything secret. But I know Reilly was listening. Any old how, Padre Cotton gave me one lap around the beads as my penance. Reilly says she would give more like 15. Such a bruja!
I gotta get back to work. Just thought you should know.
Oh, and there are two muy important dates coming up that I want you all to mark on your calendars! Do you have a pen handy?
Thursday September 16, 2010 is Bicentenario del Grito de Independencia!!!!!!! Please celebrate with me with a glass of cervesa and a rousing chorus of La Cucaracha.
The next date is even more important. It is September 19, 2010. It is MY BIRTHDAY. I will be TWO YEARS OLD!!!! Lucky me. I hope we have frito pie!
Til then mis amigos!
Xoco who is almost TWO!!!!
September 4, 2010
We had a hurricane last night. It was such a restless night. I was awakened 1 or 2 times by the sound of acorns pelting the gutters. And then it rained. Today there are 40-50 leaves scattered on the front walk and a STICK is on the ground. I will have to clean all of this up later I am sure.
Xoco, who does all of the work around here!
The end of summer is here. The little screaming children across the street have returned from their vacation. Reilly has taken off her hot pink summer collar for a more subtle shade. Cotton’s hair is getting thick on his back. And mi amigo major, Señor Bill, has started traveling a lot again. I am not happy about this.
Señor Bill is my nighttime ninja and movie buddy. Mi Madre is fine for walks and feeding me, but Señor Bill knows how to wrastle. Every night I jump up and remind him it is time to ninja fight. We have a good old time rolling on the bed and cussing and talkin’ ninja trash talk. But when he goes away, I cannot have this fun. Mi Madre does try, but it is just not the same.
And movies with Señor Bill are the best! I grab a chew bone and sit just behind his head and I do not mind a bit if he changes the channel every 33 seconds. When Mi Madre watches movies, they tend to be funny or contemplative. Señor Bill likes the movies I like – movies that things blow up in!
But now he must go away more often.
And the days are getting shorter and my nose never got black again this summer.
Now I am feeling contemplative.
August 7, 2010
My family tried to get rid of me.
No, seriously. They sent me to camp for a week. I thought I would never recover. I do not sleep well at camp.
There is too much to do.
I went to camp B.F.F. Mi Madre and Senor Bill went away for a week and thought I would enjoy Camp Best Friend Forever (also known as Murphy’s house) and I did enjoy it, but it was too much of a good thing for too long! I felt compelled to play non-stop, to chase Fat Wally and Ollie (the cats) as often as I could, to lick Joe and Kathy’s faces at least 40 times a day. I swear I lost feeling in my tongue by day three. And then when I did finally get to return home, the social order was completely disrupted, so I had to re-assert myself by peeing in the living room. Spent the first part of my first night home in solitary in the ol’ powder room.
Then I was so tired that Cotton took everything from me and I did not have the power to stop him. It was awful to watch.
But now I am back to my old self. My tongue has healed up nicely. I have had several movie nights with Senor Bill. I have reminded Reilly that I am here to stay (she says she started to give my stuff away to goodwill, but I found it all and put it back in my closet). And Cotton and I have taken up our continual game of wrastle right where we left off.
Life is Good, Xoco
24 July 2010
I love Xoco because she is so cute and funny. When she greets she is like a Mexican jumping bean. I love it when she curls up on my lap it makes me feel loved.
I'm a loyal Xoco's diary fan and it helps that I live next door so I get to see her almost every day.
I hope you like the picture with me and Xoco sorry that my hair is such a mess I had just got out of the shower.
12 July 2010
I have a muy important announcement I must make.
Señor Bill is a peeg and a brute!
Señor Bill is a peeg because he took one hot dog, dipped it into the mustard jar, and spread mustard on a second hot dog with the first hot dog and then double dipped the first hot dog back into the jar! Mi Madre and I are both mucho glad we do not like mustard! And then he ate both hot dogs without offering me even one mustard free crumb! No me gusto this action!
And Señor Bill is a brute because he shaved me. With his beard trimmers.
It is true I am somewhat more comfortable with my short hair. And even dare I say it, it bit more sassy. And now everyone can see that I have a waist. But with a beard trimmer?!!? What message is he trying to send to me here? I deserve a professional groomer, not some bowl on my head hair cut on the back porch.
Xoco, admiring her new do in the mirror
June 29, 2010
I must tell you about mi hermano, Cotton. He is one mucho awesome dude.
Every Monday, Cotton goes out with Mi Madre. He has his own special bag with treats and toys. Cotton and Mi Madre walk down the road, cross the street, and turn onto a tiny little lane. On our walks in the evening, Cotton has shown me where he goes.
On this lane is an old white house. Eight grown ups live in this house together with their care givers. Cotton says that these people are so muy, muy sad that they forget how to take care of themselves. On some days they do not even want to live. I can not imagine ever feeling that sad, except maybe on bath day.
Cotton goes and spends an hour with them, making them a little less sad. Sometimes everyone is away when he comes, because they get so sad they must go to the hospital. Some days he sees injuries they might have done to themselves. Somedays they do not want to talk to him at all. But he says he does not care. Cotton thinks they are all really, really nice and wishes that they would not be so sad. He says he makes an extra effort to wag his tail and smile the whole time he is there.
I think Cotton has the hardest therapy job of all of us. He walks home at noon, with Mi Madre, and flops down and takes a long, long nap. I like to nap with him then too.
I love my big brother, Cotton.
Little Sister, Xoco
June 23, 2010
Mi Madre says I am not a good Mexican.
Yo no me gusto the heat!
If it gets above 84 degrees, I head for my spot under the bed. The spot that FRB calls “where the sun never shines”.
Reilly, on the other paw, flops down onto the sun baked pavement in the middle of the intersection to absorb as much heat as she can. I keep hoping she stays long enough to be flattened by a car, but Mi Madre says I am a mean, mean girl to have such thoughts and that I must do at least one lap around the rosary each time I think such a thing! There are not enough hours in the day to allow me to keep up with this rule!
Anyway, Señor Bill no gusto the heat either. And he does not like the sounds of the little children playfully screaming and crying across the street every afternoon. He went up to the attic and brought down a big heavy box. He put this big heavy box into a window in the guestroom. He plugged the big heavy box into to the electrical outlet and the whole room feels like my spot under the bed!
I LOVE the box what makes the room cool.
I did not know until now we had such an amazing box. Why did they not tell me there was such a thing?!!? I spent two hours in this room with the box what makes it cool while my man Bill made calls. It was cool and we did not hear the little loco children all afternoon.
Now all I want to know is how to turn this wonderful box on all by myself. I wish I could read English.
Xoco, who is teaching herself to read
June 14, 2010
I have been to the beach. Can you tell I am very tan now? I think my harness left tan lines!
I brought to Mi Madre’s attention that I have never seen the Atlantic Ocean even though we live a mere 10 miles from the eastern shore line. This, in my opinion, is muy mal. So mi Madre set up a date with mi amiga major to go to Castle Island in South Boston.
Me and Murphy were the hottest babes at the beach, I can tell you. We ran wild in the tall grass, chasing my official Boston Red Sox baseball. We took a couple of walks around the old fort. I discovered the biggest diggy diggy sand box I have ever seen! I avoided the water at all costs. We crashed a toddler birthday party.
And we each got ½ a HOT DOG! ¡Lo major que he comida!
But I did not eat the bun so as to cut down on carbs. I want to stay a hot beach babe!
Muy caliente, Xoco
June 6, 2010
We had a muy, muy grande yard sale yesterday! I am muy, muy tired today because of all of the work we did.
I tried to stick a price tag on Reilly and make her sit on the curb, but she got me back with a “kick me” sign on my back.
This yard sale was done by the whole entire neighborhood. All of my amigos were there!!! We had a bake sale and a raffle and we sold everything except the cute little Mexican! It was to raise money to help keep the children of our town off the streets and in school and to have enough teachers to teach them. In other words, the town is hurting for dinero. They have to cut many jobs and this is muy, muy mal!
We did our part. Mi Madre sold some of my tiny clothes and bought some things. Cotton scored a ROCKET SHIP at the yard sale across the street. She always finds things for Cotton. She says that Cotton will ride his rocket ship in a photo and that I can be an alien. I do not think this is a compliment.
Xoco who is pondering just what kind of alien her crafty madre has in mind.
May 31, 2010
Dog gone you Reilly! How ever did you find my password and abuse my personal diary? I am muy, muy, muy angry with you. You are such a bruja! And I do not know how to erase your unkind remarks! Just you watch your back, missy prissy!!!
So I had one tiny flea. It is gone now. I am clean. I had THREE baths. Two to rid me of the piojito y one because Cotton and I rolled in skunk poo. That bath was completely unnecessary, if you ask me! We smelled fabulous. And Reilly’s precious coat was not ruined by the flea shampoo – it had conditioner in it. I just wish it would help her personality.
In other news, we had 10 guests weekend before last. I was such a busy hostess girl. That is one of the reasons I did not notice Reilly sneaking into my personal web space. No wonder she does not have her own email address – she abuses mine. Think what she would do if she had even more access to the web.
I must go now and think up a new unbreakable password.
I am just furious with Xoco!
The little Mexican had a flea and she brought it into the bed!
So now we must all have flea baths with some dreadful shampoo that I am certain will leave my coat dull and damaged. Cotton and I do not use frontline or other repellents because we rarely get fleas and even if ever we did, we are white. Mother can easily find the flea and remove it. But Xoco is not white and is so hairy that she can hide a colony of cock roaches in her coat and no one would be the wiser.
Sgt. Princess, You are Ruining My Life, Reilly
May 8, 2010I am muy, muy sad.
We had a teenager staying with us for 5 nights. He is an exchange student from Germany. He stays more nights at his “host” family, but they went away and someone needed to feed and take care of him. So we did. He is muy energetic and fun. And he runs fast. Mi Madre and Bread and Butter are not so fast or energetic. Our teenager would chase me all around the house until we both collapsed on the floor and then I would lick him. But his host family came back and took him away from me.
And Señor Bill went far away to the west coast, again forgetting to take me. And on the most important date of the Mexican/ American calendar – cinco de Mayo. And do you think I got a cervesa or even guacamole to celebrate with?!!? I got nada!
And tomorrow is día de Madres and I am expected to shell out for a gift. You’ve got to be kidding me!!!!!
Mi Madre gave me a bath today and said the tub looked like a coal miner had bathed it when I was done. Mi Madre says I need to have my brows trimmed so I have two instead of one. And Mi Madre signed to Cotton that he is her favorite and she told Reilly that she is the pretty one and that I am a dwarf.
No, mi Madre dearest, you will not be getting a card and flowers from this furry and furiosa perra. Go ask pretty girl or mama’s boy.
Xoco who is in a mood
May 4, 2010
I was late.
That is why I know traffic is muy mal.
But I made every minute count! The chicas asked if I knew any tricks. LOOK AT ME! I am adorable. Why do I need tricks. Reilly needs tricks like rolling over and singing because she is old and not as adorable as me. I am young and fun! I can sit when asked and I do a bien down, and I might come when asked if it is worth my while, but I am not a circus dog.
Oh and I want to wish Feliz Cinco de Mayo to all of mis amigos!!!!!
April 26, 2010
That’s right, mis amigos, I am now called Xoco, T. D. I have letters after my name!
I have business cards with my name on them.
And I have a dog tag, bigger than my nose, stating clearly that I am a therapy dog!
I can now ride the bus and the subway for free and I don’t have to be in a bag.
And best of all, I did not have to go to therapy dog school. That’s correct. I was home schooled by Mi Madre. I am gifted and talented.
Reilly says right, I’m talented. Like a ball of dryer lint. But just you watch out Sgt. Princess Reilly, the little Mexican is taking over.
April 21, 2010
Piece of cake.
They loved me.
They want me to come back.
I even let them pick me up. Eight squealing teenage girls are no problemo to this little Mexican!
20 April 2010
I got a job interview today. Doing therapy work, like Reilly.
I am not "certified" and don't have "cards", but the place said I could come and try it out. Mi Madre is not sure I am made of the right stuff for this work. I told her not to underestimate me. I may be small, but I have a big heart.
Mi Madre emptied Cotton's therapy dog bag. He is very concerned that only tiny toys are in his bag. But I have not earned a bag of my own yet, so I had to use someone's! And there is no way in "H" -"E" - double toothpicks Reilly will let me use her bag. I want to make it to this interview unbloodied.
April 10, 2010
Another week has been and gone and it has been full of adventure for this little Mexican.
We got chew bones in our Easter basket.
One for each of us.
All exactly alike.
But for some reason Cotton’s bone is always way better! He just has a touch. So when he is not chewing on it, I like to have a go. But sometimes I do not have time to chew on it right at that moment, so I “put it aside” for later. Because I am a perra pequeña, I can fit under the bed. I can even fit under the bed with Cotton’s chew bone in my mouth. And yo sé just how far under the bed Cotton can reach. I can put his chew bone just out of his reach. Then I crawl out from under the bed and sit back and watch him cry. I really shouldn’t do it, but I get so much pleasure out of making him cry for his bone!
Mi Madre always comes and gets the bone for him and tells me I am a mean girl and no likes the mean girl.
Sassy Little Xoco
April 5, 2010
It has been a very busy Holy week and I have learned ever so much. I learned that I may not wear my rosary out like a necklace. I thought I looked muy bonita with it wrapped twice around my neck and the cross to one side. I am told rosaries are for praying, not for bling.
I learned that on muy, muy bien Friday, I must be quiet and reverent from noon to 3. This too came as a bit of a blow as I just get going around noon.
In addition, I learned that I may not help myself to the wonderful little statues and flowers decorating the graves in the local cemetery. I thought the little Virgin Mary would look wonderful in my personal home shrine.
And I learned that Cotton and Reilly were right and we did get toys and treats on Easter Sunday.
I am mucho more enlightened now than ever before!
April 1, 2010
What a treat for you this must be.
A mid-week update.
I have looked back over my entries and realize there is NO gossip. What kind of diary does not contain gossip? Not a very good one, I can tell you.
Senor Bill is learning my mother tongue, Mexican. He is muy funny when he talks. At the best of times I have a hard time understanding him when he speaks English, but mix it up with some “Spanish” (as he calls it) and I give up. I mostly just ignore him. Except when we wrastle or watch late night slasher movies together.
Mi Madre is also learning Mexican, but she is not allowed to talk in class because she knows more Mexican than Senor Bill as I have taught her well.
My cousin, Scott, and his friends Rene and Lisa, came and stayed at my house. Scott is muy, muy, muy alto. Like a tree! When Scott held me, I could see the curve of the earth. Scott’s friends came to run in races. They ran very fast. Almost as fast as Reilly. They got medals for running so fast. I think they may be part dog as they liked to run and eat and sleep. I may not be fast, but I can sleep for many hours just like them.
Now it is just me and Cotton and Reilly and Mi Madre and Senor Bill. It is mucho boring again. I am going back to bed and practice my sleeping.
March 28, 2010
Today we start holy week. I have my cross, made of palm leaves. I have my muy bonita white dress and bonnet. I have my Blessed Virgin of Guadalupe medal on my collar. And I have a weird family!
My BFF’s (Murphy) mother has decided that I should explore my Catholicism with her this season. She insisted I have a dress appropriate for Easter Sunday. Mi Madre found one in the baby department! Now the two of them are trying to find a tiny white bible for me. Like the priest is going to let me go to mass! Like I am even wanting to go to mass. Unless there are milk bones at that communion railing, I have no interest in church!
And what do I possibly have to confess?!!? I share everything here!!!!!!!!!
Cotton and Reilly told me not to buy into the religious stuff and hold out for the commercial stuff. They say we are guaranteed treats and toys on Easter! I like their thinking.
But I can’t help but wondering, why are we here????
Pheeling Philosophical Xoco
March 14, 2010
So I am stuck in the land of little to no UV rays and RAIN day after day after day after day. It makes me not want to write in my diary. Mi Madre says I can not use that as an excuse. I owe it to my loyal readers to keep up, but I don’t see the point.
Sigh. My life is at a low point.
Woe is yo, Xoco
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
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!
January 24, 2010
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
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
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
Read Xoco's 2009 Diary
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