I’m done having a dog. I really am. Had 24-year-old me seen what 40-year-old me would have to do with my Chihuahua now; the adorableness of carrying a little dog in a pink purse would have lost its allure real fast. There have been times when Chichi’s baths have left me heaving while my eyes… Continue reading Chichi, You’re Making Me Want to Puke
Sure, it’s a little cliche and Disney-ish, naming this post Dog With A Blog, but it kinda fits. Guess what ass holes? It’s me, Hot Mess’s Chihuahua- Chichi Barbados. I’ve hijacked her blog and it’s a no holds barred confession of how I get revenge on her for having not 1 but 2 children. Gone… Continue reading Dog With A Blog
I’m going to be real, the rest of this article is really horrible and disgusting. You’ve been warned. In 2002 I graduated from The Ohio State University with a degree in Fashion Merchandising. Sure, I probably had the lowest GPA walking across the stage but you know what? We’re all walking walking away with the… Continue reading My Dog Is Killing Me Slowly
P.S. Because irony is a comedian, while placing Chichi back on the bed, I fell on to the spindle of my Ikea bed. I chalk this up to karma for the last post I made for the pictures in the Ikea catalog. I think I bruised my ribs and my right arm.
Is that our driveway? Silly! No, my husband failed to put Chichi back in the house. She used this opportunity to work on her tan….in the driveway next door.
I was in the middle of writing another post when I heard my husband say,”you want up Chi-Chi? Come on.” Chi-chi is approximately 14 years old. When my husband gifted her to me I proudly bestowed the name Chi-Chi Barbados on her. I don’t know why, it just came to me. Often times I would… Continue reading I’m My Chihuahua’s Bitch