Colorado Dog Cousins

These are my 3 cousins that live in Colorado.  I am going to visit them next week for the holidays, the family all together!  The two tan girls are the oldest, Bianca and Mia.  The little black and white girl is Siena.  She has not learned that she shouldn't bark back at her elders yet.  We will work on that this trip, perhaps.  They are Italian greyhounds.  Ironic that the nearly naked girls live in the mountains, and me with my full fur coat lives in a consistent 70 degrees.  When it is time, my Mom takes out my traveling bag, I hop in, and we fly on a plane to their house.  When I stick my head out of the bag, everyone tells me how cute I am.  It is always fun, and there is plenty of chicken that comes out of my Grandma's kitchen!  

Cheeto the Cat

This is my neighbor Cheeto.  I've never asked him, but I bet he was named that because of his coloring.  I'll have to confirm that the next time I see him.  Well, that would have to be the next time I see him that he is away from the house.  We have an understanding, Cheeto and I.  When we see each other, we sniff, and say hello.  I like cats.  But, I am a terrier, which means I must protect my domain.  So, if we run into each other in my yard, or by my house, well he does just that...run...and I chase him.  Nothing personal.  That is our deal.  Cheeto has a boy, a two legged brother named Chase.  He calls me Chase the Dog.  He has red hair, too.  It runs in the family! 

A Little Dog Thanksgiving

I always go to Colorado to spend Christmas with my real family.  For Thanksgiving, my best friend Sake and Aunt Rita always share their family.  My Uncles John and Ray get adopted as well.  What could be better than so many of my favorite people, 2 legged and 4 legged, together with lots of food and fun.  The drawing to the left is Rita's neice Ellie drawing her one time depiction of me and Shauna.  If my legs were really that long, I could hop even higher!  We love her art work!  For our dinner, Aunt Rita makes sure all of the puppy dishes are geared to our individual taste buds.  Sake is more of a veggie girl than I am.  She eats more like my Mom.  I focus on the main dish, maybe dabbling in a side dish here or there as long as it isn't green.  Lucky and Buddy are not as discriminating.  They eat whatever you give them.  Sake and I switch plates at the end since we eat so complimentary; she is the only one I let eat off of my plate!  After much fun and food in Oxnard, my Uncles dropped us off at Pua and Rascals house so we could make sure they were fed and happy.  The turkey kicked in and I was the passed out puppy!  I am so thankful for all of the wonderful people that make up my wonderful life!