Valentine's Day For Dogs

You know, there really should be more emphasis put on Valentine's Day For Dogs. Especially for Chihuahuas. After all, we are so loveable, so dedicated to our masters and mistresses, and are the epitome of cute. Not to say that other breeds aren't deserving. They certainly are! I'm just a bit partial. Forgive me.
Back to the topic: Valentine's Day For Dogs. I say that we rise up and demand the extra special attention that we deserve. Our lap-sitting and endearing stares should not be taken for granted any longer. You do realize how much effort it takes to look up all the time, don't you? That's not easy on the neck at all!
It also takes quite a lot of energy to bark at the postal worker, the street sweeper, the garbage personnel, and the occasional Avon representative*. It is out of love that we dogs do these things. It is our job to protect you from all the unbeknonst dangers of the world.
Now let's discuss the many options you have to show your appreciation to us on Valentine's Day. Rubs paws together and rolls neck. The typical flowers and chocolate obviously won't work and, to be truthful, are a waste of time even in human terms. The exchange of cards with heart stickers on them won't do, either. What would a dog do with a card? It would end up in shreds on the floor and then you'd be upset about the mess we left behind. The nice dinner by candlelight is definitely where we're going with this...although the candlelight may be overkill. I'd prefer a very tender steak, about this big (makes a circle with paws), flavored with that special rub you used for last year's Labor Day picnic, and cut into perfectly chewable, bite-sized pieces. Perhaps a side of pasta or small vegetable would do, as well. Please serve it in my favorite two-sided bowl and allow it to cool just a bit.
I'm getting hungry just thinking about this! Oh! And some new toys would be nice, as well. I've slayed the small green dragon that was my birthday present (in the hopes that he wouldn't torch us in our sleep) and the squeaky ferret is looking ever so disheveled in his current state. That may be the dried dog drool, I don't know. Looks ever so innocent. If you could find some new and interesting things for me to chew on, I'd be ever so appreciative. I wouldn't mind, at all, if you were to get them from my website, either. Be my guest! Here, let me remind you. It's www.wesellpetsupplies.com. Go ahead. Take a look! Just make sure whichever items you do purchase are appropriate for my current size. Although I'm this size now, I may grow bigger and I'd hate to have to wait until my birthday or, God forbid, next Valentine's Day to get new toys.
If you're only hearing about my website for the first time, let me enlighten you. It is still "in the works" but my peeps are all over it. They spend A LOT of time in front of the computer and I hear them talking about it. I'm the site mascot, as I understand it; a job that I receive no payment for but am happy to undertake. It gives me good press and adds to my portfolio.
Take a look, when you have the chance. Great deals and great products. If there's something that you're looking for but do not see on there, send them an email through the Contact Us page. They're on top of things...most of the time. I will admit that my water bowl runs dry on occasion but the moment I point this infraction out, they hop right to it.
Hopefully this simple rant has allowed you, the reader, an opportunity to pause and consider all that us dogs do. We know you love us but Valentine's Day For Dogs is but one day a year.

*I meant no offense to any postal worker, street sweeper, garbage personnel, or Avon representative in the creating of this blog.

Labor Day for a Dog

You know, I've been thinking...yes, I do that. A lot! I have the time, what can I say. Labor Day for dogs isn't all it's cracked up to be. IF I'm lucky I might be taken for a walk and, as I've already mentioned before, the leash is an ENTIRELY other blog topic. IF I'm lucky I might even get some leftovers from the bbq my humans are planning. But for the most part, it isn't that exciting.
If I attended school, I could see how the last weekend before classes starting would be useful. I don't go to school
If I worked, I would understand how a 3-day weekend would be quite pleasant. I don't work.
If I had a credit card and could take advantage of all the Labor Day Weekend sales there are out there, (HINT, HINT!! Free Shipping and Cut-backs at www.wesellpetsupplies.com!) I would be somewhat excited. I don't own a credit card and have no place to put it if I did.
Dog sigh. I suppose I'm going to have to settle for sitting on my human's lap while they jabber away with their friends and neighbors about all kinds of things that I don't understand. For instance...the make and model of the neighbor's newest automobile. Give me just one chance to scratch myself inside and I'm on it! Or my human's newest color of lipstick that would look fabulous on the neighbor's wife. Lipstick!! OMD (that would be Oh My Dog, btw...) Have no idea why my human wants to put paint on their face. I usually try to lick it off if it lands on me and trust me when I say that it has happened in the past. They spent two days painting the hallway and half of it got on me. What? Looks guilty. They put down a...a...snaps paws while trying to think of the word....drop cloth! That's it. Who was I to know that I wasn't supposed to be underneath it or under-foot, for that matter. I suppose it serves me right. Dog grin. =) It was a TON of fun!
Back on topic: Labor Day for a Dog
So all in all, I think I'd rather go to the nearest Dog Park, be allowed to run around for hours with my fellow paw pals, sniff and mark and yap to my heart's content! That's a Labor Day for me! And probably for a ton of other dogs, too.
Let us rise up in unison and declare it Labor Dog Day since it is we who give so much attention and love (and saliva) to our humans! Let us BOL *Bark Out Loud* for all us dogs (and other pets, too) who are forced to press our little faces up against the patio door just to be let inside.
I declare September 5th...Labor Dog Day in honor of all dogs.

A Long Day

As all dogs know, our days are full of constant excitement and movement and adventure. From the moment we wake up we are on a mission; a mission to abolish every moving thing around us, to demolish and destroy every possible distraction, and to eat as much as we can, be that food or other item of interest. We find it very difficult to be at peace unless we're asleep.
This is what we need humans for. To pet us so that we feel comforted. To feed us since it was they who demanded domesticity. To entertain us since they are the ones who have put a fence around the yard. And to love us unconditionally since we do the same for them. It is a two-way street, it seems. We provide you with, hopefully, years of adoration. Please do the same for us.
In turn, you might be rewarded. Comical moments of hilarity that you can feel free to post on Facebook or tweet about on Twitter, to share with your friends via a text or SMS message, and plenty of opportunities for Christmas cards. Trust me when I say that we allow this. It does not happen by accident.
The reason I know this....I am dog. In every way possible. I've lived it and will continue to put up with the cute clothes, the plush toys, the sticky fingers of kids wanting to pet me at the park, and the leash. Oh the leash. That is an entirely other conversation.
In conclusion, I will say this. Humans aren't all that bad in the grander scheme of things. You do us a great honor, as well. Flea medications and fluffy-frilly beds that feel like heaven after a long dog-day. Sensationally tasty treats that come in the shapes of bones. We'll forgive you the trips to the veterinarian if you forgive the presents we sometimes tend to leave under the dining room table.
Most importantly, you give us love. Pure and simple. I hope that all of my fellow dogs out there are as lucky and as blessed as I am. May we all live long, healthy, and happy lives with humans who can't stand leaving us home alone.  ~ Chug