Happy Howl, Howl, Halloween

Trick or Treat? We prefer the treats!

Sunday at the Beach

Yes, that's me - Big Dog on the Beach. I really wanted to be off the leash but again, mom insists I wear it. Something about running off and getting into trouble . . . . blah, blah, blah. The water was huge. Much bigger than my pool at home. Cocoa didn't like the water and mom had to carry her when we got near it.

Hmmm, if I could just pull this big bag into the very back of the car maybe they won't notice and I can eat all the treats myself.

One of the best parts of the beach was searching for hidden treasure. Dad & I found a few things. I really liked digging in the sand. Dad used a shovel, I just used my paws.

There were lots of people, other dogs and big birds at the beach. Some of the people walked up to see what we were digging for, I had to scare them off by barking at them - get away from our hidden treasures! Cocoa really liked the seagulls, she wanted to chase them and bark at them. She liked the pretty kites too.

Mom & Dad said we were really good dogs (well, except for when I chewed up the kleenex in the car while they were having dinner, but I was really bored) and that we would go back to the beach again.

Fact: Chihuahuas are Smart

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I'm just 4 months old and I can sit, stand and dance.

My dad has these great little treats that he is so excited to give me and he claps his hands and gets all silly. I'm glad I can make him so happy. But . . . . those treats taste just like the food that is in the kitchen floor . . . . . . . I'm suspicious that he's getting my dog treats from that bowl. I'll have to pay closer attention to him.