Saturday, September 4, 2010

Happy Gotcha Day Cheeto !

Dearest Charneka,

It was one year ago today that your dad and I jumped in our car to go to the ASPCA and see if we could find a small 1+ year old dog that would fit into our NYC sized life and apartment. When we arrived we found anything but what we were looking for, instead finding Great Dane mixes, Labradors and Retrievers. We were about to go home disappointed for leaving empty handed without having anyone to bring home but we decided to take an another look. That's when we saw your scared & shy little face barely looking at us from the corner of the room, you wouldn't come to us until after 15 minutes of sitting patiently on the floor waiting for you to realize that we just wanted to pet you and meet you, I guess you were just playing hard to get because you felt that we loved you from the minute we met you. Of course you weren't a small dog weighing 30 pounds and you weren't 1+ years old with only 5 months under your belt but you adopted us and our preference flew out the window and we never looked back.
I'll admit that we were learning as we went along like first time parents but you were so patient with us that together the 3 of us learned to be the happy family we are. After 1 year you still make us feel like rockstars the minute we get home with our 15 minutes of fame or even when we leave the room and come back in a few minutes later your tail wags up a storm. Our life changed the minute you entered our lives yet we feel as if you've been with us forever.
I love you even though you don't let me sleep past 6am because thats the time I walk you on weekdays.
I love  you because when your dad and I are in different rooms you go back and forth because you want to be with the both of us.
I love you because you sigh in annoyance when you're trying to rest and your dad and I talk in bed and don't let you sleep.
I love you because even though lots of things scare you, you trust us enough to face your fears because you know that we'll protect you from any and everything.
I love you because you make us laugh when you get bouts energy and run like a maniac in the backyard making silly faces as you pass.
I love you because at 55 pounds you think you're a lapdog that can climb up just to give us kisses and then take a nap.
I love you because we can never get a good picture of you unless we're outdoors.
I can go on for hours of reasons for why I love you but overall I love you because you're you.

Love you,
Mom & Dad

Monday, August 2, 2010

Shhhh mom's not looking

I know I haven't been around much but mom hasnt been lending me her pc as often as I'd like. She's been telling me that we don't have so much time right now because we're moving at the end of the month. Oh yeah??? well then how come you have so much time to put all of our stuff into big brown boxes hmmmmm. We're moving closer to grandma and grandpa so I don't have to stay in my crate so long while mom and dad work hard for my kibbles and bullsticks aand toys aaaand collars aaaaaand to replace ripped up beds. 
The great news is that since I want to see every single thing they're doing leaving them to trip over me all the time (no thats not the great part) that means I get to go to daycare more often, YAY !!! I love going to daycare, mom laughs at me when I start whining in the car when we're only a few blocks away but it's not my fault I'm anxious to see my friends and we always seem to get stuck in traffic. I get to stay there a few hours so my parents can be "productive" but I don't know how productive you can really be when all you do is go straight home to watch me on the webcam because you miss me. I get it I'm a pretty slick chic and I would miss me too but come on cut the umbilical cord, I'm already 1.3 years old already. 
I would never admit this to them but I love that they revolve everything around me because I get to spend every single free minute they have with them <3 


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Blog the Change for Animals

Today is Blog the Change for Animals hosted by Be The Change with the goal of spreading the word on good causes, make commitments and inspire others to help out in any way they can.

I wanted to bring awareness to a shelter in Queens, NY called Bobbi & the Strays.
Since 1998 Bobbi Giordano has quit her job and dedicated her life to helping animals along with the help of marvelous volunteers. Unfortunately the building that was housing their larger dogs is scheduled to be demolished (temporarily on hold for lack of funds) so ironically the homeless are going to be homeless yet again. I know what it's like to not have a place to call home and just wish that they can all find families that love them as much as mine loves me but until they do I want them to have a roof to protect them. I will be spreading their story to all my furry friends' parents when I see them on my outings and will also be making a donation to their building funds, using Daddy's credit card of course :-) Mommy says that when we move to our house next year that we'll be able to foster, I'm so excited it'll be like a pajama party everyday.

Bobbi & the Strays Building Fund

Pets Available for adoption






Monday, July 12, 2010

SCORE !!!

Back in March I asked my fellow fur-ends to join me in signing a petition to help save a program that allows shelters to offer spay/neuter surgeries for pets of low-income residents. Originally these funds came from $3 that were set aside from pet licensing fees collected but Gov. Petterson wanted to allow local governments to use the money for whatever they needed even if it had nothing to do with animal welfare. Well our woofs and meows have been heard because the program has been reinstated. 
I'm glad to have been able to put my pawprint on a few emails, letters, faxes and petitions to Patterson (with the help of mom and dad of course).


ASPCA Victory !

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Frankie's 4th of July Name Game

Frankie Furter is starting a revolution by having a name game for all fur-ends to share how they got their names.

When mom and dad met me at the shelter they met me as Bramble. What were they thinking you ask? I don't know I've asked myself that question many times. Since I didn't like the name I never responded it so the one of the volunteers told my 'rents that they could change my name because "I wasn't used to it" teehee. Mom and dad were throwing around ideas the whole ride home and nothing. They felt bad for calling me "hey you" and everything they were coming up with was overdone or boring so they decided to try another language. Daddy is from Galicia, Spain where they have a Portuguese dialect so he mentioned that black in Galician is pronounced Charneca. At first mom thought it sounded like charcoal but little by little it started growing on all of us so they decided to change the c for a k so I can be unique and that was that. Why cheeto Charneka you ask? Well this is a little embarrassing but you're all my friends so I know you won't judge me. My parents "claim" that when I sleep that I "smell" like cheetos the yummy cheese chips. I don't believe I just think that they can't come up with any other faults about me because I'm such a good girl that this is the best they can come up with. I let them get away with it because it makes them giggle and sniff me while I'm sleeping so I sneak in some snuggles. 
Some of my nicknames are: Charne, cheeto, stinker, beby, snuggle monster, stop licking me, bebychona, the best thing that's ever happened to us, no one invited you on the couch, baby girl, snugbug & did you just fart.  

Happy 4th of July

Not only is today a day of celebration because we are free, free from what I don't know yet maybe aliens I'm not even in Pre-K yet, but also mommy and daddy get to spend an extra day at home with me, hey I appreciate the little things in life. 

Today has been an especially scary day to say the least. People are making loud noises all over and it hurts my ears so I've been hiding in my crate all day long at least until my parents tell me it's safe to come out. When I went on my walk this afternoon our neighbors grand kids were visiting and they all running at me full charge with open arms yelling "puppy, puppy." Ummmm I'm not a puppy I'm like 1.2 already !!!! but anyway daddy told me to sit and lie down while he explained to the kids how to approach me (or any unfamiliar dog for that matter). Once they calmed down and let me smell their hand I  felt a lot less stressed so I decided to lick their faces and make them giggle. Daddy told me I was a good girl so I showed them my belly to scratch me as my reward.







What is this? Why is it next to me? This isn't mine !!!!


Maaaaaaaa dad is trying to frame me !!!!!  
No I'm not drunk, it's the sun in my eyes.
Happy 4th of July everyone !!!