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I just don’t know what I’m going to do with my parents. I mean, I’m trying to be tolerant of their strange antics, but sometimes they really push it. Like today.
It was off to the vet place again, even tho I’m not sick. I heard them mention something about a pocket in my ear and something about collapsing or something. Who knows what that means. Ok, fine. So the vet person put some new tape on my ears to fix it. Whatever. If it makes them happy, I guess it’s ok.
Then we walk outside to the car and I notice that instead of people rushing up to me saying, “Oh what a cute puppy!! Can I pet her?” they were walking on the other side of the sidewalk like I had leprosy or something. I could hear them snickering. I began to get worried. Oh no, what have they done to me now?
There was whispering. Words like, “flying nun” and “Sally somebody or other.” Now I was REALLY worried. Was she even a great dane??
I got home and looked these words up on the internet and I did NOT like what I found!! When I looked in the mirror, I was horrified! And then there was the photo of the nuns on Wikipedia. Oh dear.
Now, 
notice what a cute , innocent face I have. Why would they dress me up like a nun? They don’t look happy either.
To “save face”, if you will, I had to practice trying to at least smile like this flying nun did. Frankly, I don’t think she looks real happy about the hat thing either, and the smile is rather weak. Kind of like mine.
The flying nun, huh? I don’t think so. I used to pretend I could fly, using my ears when I was real little, but not now. I’m more like the Flying None now.
♥ Behr Behr, AKA “flying none”
Mom and Dad said I was finally done with my shots and feeling better from the giardia, so I could finally meet some new friends. Yip Yip Yippeeeee! 
Late today (and in the silly rain) I got to meet my new friend, Dusty.
(Dusty’s mom is trying to help us meet in this photo, but you can’t really see her. Oooops) Dusty’s a handsome boy, isn’t he?
We kind of got off to a rough start, tho. At first, our parents kept us on leashes as we met (we were not in an enclosed yard then). Then Dusty and I decided to play and jump around with each other, and my leash got wrapped around my tummy real quick. Next time I jumped, I yelped ‘cause I thought Dusty had attacked me, which scared poor innocent Dusty!
Then I was afraid of him, and he was wondering if I was gonna keep yelping like that. It took our parents a while to help me feel comfortable again, but I finally did.
I’m glad our parents made me work my way thru that silly fear, ‘cause now Dusty and I can take hikes together and stuff. That’s gonna be fun!
Attacked by my leash!!! Ha Ha. Who’s ever heard of being attacked by a silly leash? Ok, so I feel pretty silly now. Don’t let me hear you laughing, either. I’ve got a pretty sensitive little puppy heart, you know?
(mom’s camera is doing some kind of weird purple tint thing here. We aren’t really purple!)
♥ Behr Behr, with a new leash on life now.
I’ve discovered a great game to play with my parents. It goes like this:
♥ I feign being super thirsty so that they keep filling up my water dish. Of course, I have to actually drink a lot of the water to keep them fooled.
♥ Then I ask to go out. They believe me, since they saw me drink all of that water.
♥ Now that I have them outside with me, I go potty real quick so they don’t make me go back inside. Then I play and play and play a whole bunch. Yay! I got them to play outside again!!
♥ Then when I come in, they give me the empty water container to play with for a while. I LOVE playing with these, since they make lots of noise and are crunchy!!
♥ Unfortunately, just when I start to make some headway with the water jug and start to tear it apart, they take it away from me. Darn!
♥ Then I feign being super thirsty …….and it starts all over again. I play this with them all day. They are still falling for it, and I get what I want. Fun game! Helps make sure your parents get their exercise, too!
♥ Behr Behr the water buffalo
Behr Behr doesn’t know I caught this picture of her, and that I’m posting it on the web. She’d probably be a litlle embarassed because it looks so silly. Maybe she’ll be ok with it when she sees how much fun you are having with the photo. (HOPEFULLY you will start the fun before she sees it!!!)
I know there is a funny caption (or even little story) out there for this picture. I can feel it. One of you has it inside of you, waiting to burst out into written form. Come on, let it out. Share it with the rest of us.
That includes all of you who have been silent visitors (which is fine. We love having you visit). This would be a great time to jump in!
Behr Behr’s mom
P.S.- In case you are wondering what Icanhascaption means, it’s I can has caption please. It’s a take off on the website name, icanhascheezburger, which is what we read around here for laughs. Check it out if you haven’t already
Photo enlarged for the cute little Chihuahua eyes at 4urpets.
Double click for an even larger view. (as with all blog photos)
Behr’s mom here. Conversation overheard in our yard today between Behr Behr and the neighbor’s dog, Wuki, (rhymes with cookie) thru the fence….
Behr: “Yeah, seriously, Wuki, a squirrel just ran thru here this morning that was THIS BIG (as she motions to Wuki…). Wuki, I mean it, the squirrel was bigger than you even!”
Wuki: “Behr Behr, why didn’t you catch him so we could have a new squeaky toy to play with?”
Behr: “Wuki, dude, calm down, would ja? This guy was faster than lightning. I’m sure I saw that “S” on his chest, too. You know, the one that Rusty was talking about? I think the squirrel was flying from tree to tree. No way I can catch ThAT critter! Come on, Wuki, let’s go practice flying.”
Hmmmm. Dog tales!
Behr Behr’s mom
Hi,
Wow! I actually DID get a cow, for real!
I LOVE my new cow, too. It has sqeakers in the feet and the head sounds sort of like a ducky. I chomp on the head, like non-stop, to the point of almost driving those around me nuts with the constant “quack quack” like sound. I love to shake him back and forth wildly, like I’m some sort of wild lion with it’s prey or something. Or maybe a bear.
♥ Happy Valentine’s day ♥ to all of my bloggy friends. Thanks for stopping by.
Give kisses to your humans today. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
♥ Behr Behr
You humans have a saying that’s right up my alley. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a cow.” That’s me, alright. Now we’re talkin’!! I do like veggies, too, tho, so throw lots of lettuce on that, will ya?
I am ALWAYS bugging my parents for food. Right now I eat 8 cups of food per day. I know you guys with smaller dogs will be stunned at that, but this little acorn is growing into a mighty oak tree, almost overnight. (plus I was becoming underweight with the giardia) The amount they’ re feeding me almost feels like a mere snack. I’d be more than happy to just eat all day long, but they hide the food in a locked cabinet. I wonder why they do that? I mean, it’s MY food, right? I don’t get it. I should be in charge of the silly food if it’s mine. Maybe they are sneaking my food and then claiming it’s me eating all of it. Yeah, that’s probably it.
This little acorn has gained 30 lbs. in 6 ½ weeks now. My mom just checked with the breeder to see if that was ok, and she said that obviously I was going to be a really big girl. I thought I was going to be an oak tree. Hmmmm.
Hey, let’s stop talking and bring on the cows. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it. I’m gonna “hoof it” into the kitchen and look for a snack. Or, how about “steering”
our car right on over to the Cow Palace? Mmmmmmoooooo.
♥Behr Behr the dairy queen.
This is one of my favorite toys to play with when I’m feeling rambunctious. It’s called the Orka Jack, not to be confused with the whale (Orca, or killer whale). I’m the one that kills things around here. Ok, so I only kill my toys.
So what’s so special about this toy? Well, for one thing, I haven’t torn it to shreds yet. That’s pretty amazing. There is a big pile of toys that I have destroyed now, but not this one! (or my hard Kong toys)
Best of all, tho, is that when my mom or dad throws it for me, it bounces WILDLY all over the place in crazy, random directions. I can never guess where it will go, and as soon as I catch up with it, it moves again. It’s really fun when they throw it with a little twist of the hand, ‘cause it does even more wild things. I can play with this thing non stop for a long time, and when I get tired, I lay down and chew away on it.
Unfortunately, my mom hasn’t been able to catch pictures of me racing around trying to catch this silly Orka yet because of the constant changes in directions as it bounces. Maybe someday. At least they get a lot of laughs in while watching me try to catch this silly jack.
I’m sure glad they got this jack for me, ‘cause it’s a killer toy!
♥ Behr Behr, destroyer of toys
Today my mom and my human sister were shopping together and they found something I needed. Remember I said that I loved being a pampered puppy princess who has “day spa” days, but there was one little problem? I said, “There’s only one little problem about the day spa. It washes my favorite smell out of my hair, unfortunately. This spa doesn’t seem to have that on hand, so I have to go get it again after each of my treatments. Not a big deal, really, just a minor inconvenience.
My favorite fragrance blend is “Eau de Dirt & Grass” because it has that refreshing, earthy, natural smell that I love.”
Well, good news! They found these colognes in my favorite scents!!! I was SO SURPRISED!!!! I’m not kidding, they really found these. Now I can have my spa treatments and finish up with that great grass and dirt scent. Actually, they found one I haven’t tried called “wet garden” too, but it sounds wonderful.
Now my spa days are complete, and I’m a happy puppy.
♥ Behr Behr the beautiful.
These dogs are great! No tugging on the leash. They just hover along behind you, moving effortlessly over the ground. Similar to birds with their wings clipped, they are unable to fly away like the flying dogs in a previous post.
Just make sure you aren’t under them if they have to “do their business” (if you know what I mean…) That could be a disaster, especially with the larger sized dogs.
♥ Behr Behr
Yipee! My friend, Rusty just gave me an award. THANK YOU, Rusty!
What you don’t know is that you picked the perfect day for this one. I’m pretty sick today, and the flowers are just the thing for a girl like me.
Mom and Dad said the vet called and said the reason I haven’t been feeling very well is that I have Girardia….again. Well, we don’t know if it’s actually again, or just never got cured the first time. Anyhow, I only play for a little while and then I’m exhausted and need to take a nappie. I just don’t have the energy to be “me.” I did dig a little bit today, tho, and that made me feel better. So, again, thank you, Rusty. Good timing!
I’d like to also give this award to my blog friends, Lorenza and Kai.
♥Behr Behr
Yikes, Rusty, I just discovered that there are some GOOD squirrels. I think they are called the “Geddes Squirrel”. These guys are really cute, and I don’t think you’ll want to chase them off if they show up in your yard. In fact, you might want to be really nice to them and give them kisses. I think you will be able to tell the difference, since this kind doesn’t climb trees….yet.
Adds a new meaning to the term, “fur kids”, huh?
Awwwww, how cute!
♥ Behr Behr
Note: photo by Anne Geddes, obviously not by my mom.
I wonder if I can fly someday like these guys? They’re cool!
http://icanhashotdog.com/2007/12/15/flying-dogs.html#more-58
♥Behr Behr
The silly electric company turned off all the electricity to our neighborhood last night, so I couldn’t even get on the computer to write anything. It was totally dark for blocks around here. No phones, no internet, no lights, no nothing. BORING.
We had candles in the house, tho, and we just pretended that we were camping, whatever that is. I don’t even know what “camping” means yet, but that’s what mom said we were doing. At least I still had my food, so that was good. And I had a blankie to stay warm with, since it was in the 30’s outside.
Guess what? Since I’m totally black, when it’s that dark in the house no one can see me! I was in total stealth mode, he he he. Too bad they could hear me, or I would have gotten up in the middle of the night and gotten some more food. Darn.
♥ The stealth Behr hides again …
It’s Thursday.
Take a moment to slow down, relax, and smell the flowers.
Even if you aren’t really sure why you should be smelling them.
Even if they’re on a tree.
Even if you aren’t sure they are even really flowers.
Even if it’s not your tree.
But it is really Thursday.
♥ Behr Behr (sniff sniff sniff)
My friend Rusty, the commmander of the Texas Squirrel Patrol at http://chasingsquirrelswithrusty.wordpress.com/) gave me this award because he said my blog “was fun, and this is a fun award.” Thanks, Rusty! At least, I think the award is a compliment….
I’d like to pass this award on to the very well dressed, funny dachshund, Lorenza!! (http://www.eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/) . Lorenza has a fun website as well.
♥Behr Behr
Oh, so now we’re playing Blog tag. My blog friends, Jonesy, Sissy and Tinky ran up to me, tagged me, and ran off. Probably because my sheer size was intimidating to them Well, now that I think about it, their pretty tough little guys who probably aren’t intimidated by much. I mean, who else had Ninja Chihuahuas? So maybe it was my strange “tape on the head” appearance. Believe me, I’m embarrassed about wearing things on my head too. Jonesy is so cool because he gets to wear costumes on his head. Oh, maybe that’s it!! Uh, let’s see now, the tape on my head is part of my “London Bridge” imitation, as mentioned by Frankie. Very funny.
SO, the Chihuahua commandos have decided that the game of tag we are playing is called the “Five Faves Meme.” Meme? Is that like singing, “me me me”? Ok, so I went to a site called the “daily meme” and found out that it’s pronounced in a way that rhymes with “dream”. The definition is too ridiculous for a little puppy like me to even understand, so mom said just answer the questions and tag someone else. I don’t even get to chase them down and play with them, either. Oh, whatever. Here we go:
Here are the rules: (for those I’m tagging…)
- Post about the meme, linking to the person who tagged you. (√ check)
- Go back through your archives and post links to your five favorite blog posts that you have written. (√ check)
- Link One: must be about family
- Link Two: must be about friends
- Link Three: must be about yourself
- Link Four: must be about something you love
- Link Five: can be anything you choose
- Tag five other people (at least two of the people you tag must be newer acquaintances so that you get to know each other better). (√ check)
- Let the person you tagged know they have been tagged by posting on their blog; You’ve been tagged-check my blog for details….or something like that. (√ check)
- Readers..don’t forget to read these links/posts and leave comments. That’s how we get to know each other.
Ok, so the squirrel catching commandos are the rascals that tagged me.
Link One: My Family. This one requires 2 links, actually. The first is of my original family (the fur one) because we were so close.
And this one, because it was the day that it really sank in that my new mom and dad (the ones without fur) loved me and would really protect me. I can’t tell you what that does for my little heart. Well, I guess it makes me feel loved and very secure, that’s what. I knew I had a great home that day, for sure.
Link Two: Friends. Well, I’m not done with all of my Parvo shots yet, so I’m not playing with friends in my new home yet. I do miss my sister, tho. She was a great friend! I hope to hear from her new parents before long. (hint hint)
Link Three: About me. That’s easy, I’m a PUPPY PRINCESS!!!
Here’s another one.
Link Four: Something I love. EASY again. I LOVE to dig holes!! (dirt or snow) and bite sticks.
(I know, that was two links again. Hey, it’s hard to choose just one!! I love to play !!)
Link Five: Any subject. Ok, my fur mom was the best any puppy could possibly have.
And the five that I’m tagging are:
KAI.
Frankie , a REAL snow dog!
Lorenza, best dressed dachshund in Mexico (and probably the U.S.!)
Thor, the golden Brazilian boy.
And Tuffy, the little chihuahua who wants to be president. Boy, you DO think big!
Whew!!! That was hard work!! I’m going to take a nap now.
♥ Behr Behr
Ahhh, one of my favorite puppy sports…grass diving.
“Grass diving??” you say. Who’s ever heard of that?! Well, it’s kind of a secret past time of puppies. Usually we don’t let you see us doing it because we’re afraid you might tell us to stop or something. We never know, since so many other things that seem perfectly fine to us seem to get us in trouble, and we don’t want you to spoil this one.
It’s very simple, really. You just run and jump up in the air and dive down (face first) into the grass. You can try different variations for fun, tho. Sometimes I dive straight down and then roll onto my back. Other times I might do a flip when my head touches the grass, altho it occasionally turns out to be more of a sideways flop. I’m still a newbie at this sport, so I do lots of flops.
Why would anyone, dog or human, want to dive into grass?” I don’t know. Why do humans want to dive into water? Because it’s fun, right? Humans do funny things like climb up ladders with boards on top and then dive, or run and jump up and grab your legs (making a little ball) and hit the water. Sometimes you even dive backwards. I haven’t tried that one yet. Hmmmm.
I think puppies haven’t lost the ability to have fun, to run and jump and play freely. We enjoy every minute of our play. Most children have that same ability to enjoy life. Unfortunately, some puppies and children have been hurt so many times that they eventually close their heart down and a part of them dies inside. That is really unfortunate.
I haven’t been around very long yet, but I’ve begun to notice that some humans have lost the ability to be a puppy, um, I mean child. I think it’s sad when you are stuck being busy grown ups who have no time to play, like you hopefully did as a child. One of the reasons I like my dog blog friends, like Rusty and Jonesy and Amber Mae, is that they (and their parents), still have the creative heart of a child alive inside. That doesn’t make them any less of an adult, in fact, I think it’s a really healthy thing. (hope you guys don’t mind me mentioning you!) There’s something that makes you seem very much alive when you still have the ability to play. It doesn’t have to be helping your dog write their blog, it could be other things. It looks to me like the stresses of being and adult disappear for a while when adults can laugh and play. Be silly, be playful, and laugh…or maybe you could come to my house and dive in the grass with me!
♥ Behr Behr the playful puppy
I can’t decide what I like to play in best…dirt, snow, or water. They’re all so fun! Well, water would be better if I could dig in it, I guess.
I love the way the water feels when I zoom thru it. Check out the way my back feet are making a little wake in my path. Cool, huh? I’m on a mission here, very focused, and moving as fast as my little legs will carry me. I see some sticks up ahead, and I need to get to them!
Must bite sticks! Must bite sticks!
When we come in from playing hard, I usually crash. Mom says I only have 2 speeds: full speed ahead, and crashed. Sometimes Mom or Dad even cover me up with my blankie if I’m cold. Awwww. They’re so nice! What more could a puppy ask for?
♥ Behr Behr the all terrain puppy
