<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115</id><updated>2011-10-18T20:26:19.100-07:00</updated><category term='Hisssssssssss'/><category term='puppy class'/><category term='the kitten'/><category term='peter pie.'/><category term='Princess mai mai'/><category term='melvins beginning'/><title type='text'>journey of a chihuahua</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is best read from bottom to top to tell the story correctly. This is about living with a difficult dog and what I had to do to work with an aggressive dog. So please start with the first entry and work forwards.Any feed back is appreciated.....Thanks...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6112602026416406698</id><published>2011-08-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:50:17.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A KNACK FOR GETTING COZY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXtYGvtvAI/TkhO0S0y-_I/AAAAAAAACLM/kbaEoBZoWGo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXtYGvtvAI/TkhO0S0y-_I/AAAAAAAACLM/kbaEoBZoWGo/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640845193594993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP3sjTSVTfA/TkhO0LkEyOI/AAAAAAAACLE/EKfVHCEje7Q/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP3sjTSVTfA/TkhO0LkEyOI/AAAAAAAACLE/EKfVHCEje7Q/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640845191645808866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZij-779F3I/TkhOz63X7LI/AAAAAAAACK8/k5671azrbF8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZij-779F3I/TkhOz63X7LI/AAAAAAAACK8/k5671azrbF8/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640845187163352242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT9S3AngfNU/TkhOzq9j-mI/AAAAAAAACK0/GXtQ38CE-Ok/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT9S3AngfNU/TkhOzq9j-mI/AAAAAAAACK0/GXtQ38CE-Ok/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640845182894340706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-af7sQ91JT54/TkhOzaUmYKI/AAAAAAAACKs/3TCAaBAFppU/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-af7sQ91JT54/TkhOzaUmYKI/AAAAAAAACKs/3TCAaBAFppU/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640845178427564194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAD UNMADE MY BED TO GET TO THAT PILLOW. I WILL FIND HIM JUST CURLED UP ON IT.. NAUGHTY DOG! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6112602026416406698?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6112602026416406698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6112602026416406698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6112602026416406698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6112602026416406698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2011/08/knack-for-getting-cozy.html' title='A KNACK FOR GETTING COZY!'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXtYGvtvAI/TkhO0S0y-_I/AAAAAAAACLM/kbaEoBZoWGo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-8052182164535618931</id><published>2011-08-14T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:37:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT IS A TIRED CHIHUAHUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nMDkPEABk/TkhN-II6-MI/AAAAAAAACKk/AVFoq_dHb6k/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nMDkPEABk/TkhN-II6-MI/AAAAAAAACKk/AVFoq_dHb6k/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640844263013677250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lPGxkrxf3I/TkhN94q7vwI/AAAAAAAACKc/Ota2uxNDTaw/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lPGxkrxf3I/TkhN94q7vwI/AAAAAAAACKc/Ota2uxNDTaw/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640844258861367042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REQfOX8qo60/TkhN9SbPh5I/AAAAAAAACKU/FzND8_DXmsk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REQfOX8qo60/TkhN9SbPh5I/AAAAAAAACKU/FzND8_DXmsk/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640844248595007378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE DID NOT EVEN BLINK WHEN I TOOK THESE PICTURES LOL THAT IS A SLEEPY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-8052182164535618931?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/8052182164535618931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=8052182164535618931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8052182164535618931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8052182164535618931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-is-tired-chihuahua.html' title='THAT IS A TIRED CHIHUAHUA'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nMDkPEABk/TkhN-II6-MI/AAAAAAAACKk/AVFoq_dHb6k/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5817253865019267512</id><published>2011-08-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:33:01.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIDDEN IN A PILLOW HOW COZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BSpSQoppDg/TkhMpA4KK_I/AAAAAAAACKM/zj9l5fcnbPo/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BSpSQoppDg/TkhMpA4KK_I/AAAAAAAACKM/zj9l5fcnbPo/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640842800775441394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1omMOusTKc/TkhMo069tUI/AAAAAAAACKE/UiLLyhPopLo/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1omMOusTKc/TkhMo069tUI/AAAAAAAACKE/UiLLyhPopLo/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640842797565982018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD NOT FIND MELVIN UNTIL MY PILLOW GROWLED LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5817253865019267512?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5817253865019267512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5817253865019267512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5817253865019267512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5817253865019267512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2011/08/hidden-in-pillow-how-cozy.html' title='HIDDEN IN A PILLOW HOW COZY'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BSpSQoppDg/TkhMpA4KK_I/AAAAAAAACKM/zj9l5fcnbPo/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-2258788234873050377</id><published>2011-01-18T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:04:54.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN LOOSES HIS BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS EVE SADDLY WE HAD TO PUT MR. TRIBBLSE TO SLEEP, DUE TO FELINE LUKEIMA. MR. TRIBBLSE DID ALOT OT MAKE LIFE ALOT BETTER FOR THE OTHER CATS AROUND THE HOUSE. WE WILL MISS HIM AS WILL MELVIN. THIS IS A TERRIBLE CONDITION TO WATCH YOUR KITTEN DIE FROM IT IS LIKE AIDES.HE WAS A YEAR AND A HALF..REST IN PEASE MR TRIBBLES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-2258788234873050377?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/2258788234873050377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=2258788234873050377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2258788234873050377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2258788234873050377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2011/01/melvin-looses-his-best-friend.html' title='MELVIN LOOSES HIS BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-1997573955704982219</id><published>2010-07-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:39:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW IS MELVIN DOING NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/TDIVv4qmHbI/AAAAAAAACCg/7WyST_vl_b4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/TDIVv4qmHbI/AAAAAAAACCg/7WyST_vl_b4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490474808127135154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/TDIUH3YhYzI/AAAAAAAACCA/CXf5C1c6Sq8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/TDIUH3YhYzI/AAAAAAAACCA/CXf5C1c6Sq8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490473021076497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE BUT I FIGURED WHAT COULD I SAY ABOUT HIM THAT HAS CHANGED? WELL REALLY NOTHING. BUT NOW WE HAVE NOTICED A CHANGE HIM. I THINK SOME MAY BE HE IS GETTING OLDER OR I ACREDIT IT TO MR. TRIBBLES OUR KITTEN. WELL HE WILL BE ONE IN A FEW WEEKS. BUT THIS KITTEN HAS BEEN CHASED ATTACKED AND BITTEN BY HIM.. BUT HE SEEMS NOT TO BE AFRAID OF HIM AT ALL. I WAS DOING MY BEST TO KEEP HIM FROM GETTING HURT. WELL IT STARTED WITH HIM JUST EYEING HIM DOWN. THIS SEEMED TO THROW MELVIN A BIT. SEEMED LIKE HE WOULD LOOK AT HIM LIKE WHAT THE HELL. SOMETIMES JUST WALKING AWAY, CONTINUEING ON TO HIS DESTINATION. THEN SOMETIMES HE WOULD ATTACK HIM. SO I WOULD STOP TRIBBLES FROM LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT.EVEN WITH ALL THE SHOVEING HIM OUT OF THE WAY HE STILL WOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO MEL AND LOOK HIM IN THE EYE. I BEGAN TO THINK WELL YOUR NOT A TINY KITTEN ANYMORE AND IF YOU WANT TO BE STUPID MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEARN THE HARD WAY. SO I STOPPED. I THEN FOUND THAT MELVIN WAS EITHER JUST STANDING THERE OR HE WOULD JUST LEAVE OR THEY WOULD START TO PLAY! WELL YOU GET THE IDEA THE KITTEN IS NOT AFRAID OF THE DOG... IT IS CUTE BECAUSE THEY PLAY LIKE THE OTHER CAT WONT WITH HIM. TRIBS HAS BEEN KNOW TO AMBUSH HIM WHEN PLAYING FETCH WITH US. WHEN MELVIN IS DOING HIS LLAMA LAPS HE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO JUMP OUT AT HIM AND JUMP ON HIM. HE WILL STAND BEHIND HIM AND BAT AT HIS TAIL. I HAVE ALSO SEEN HIM GO UP TO MEL AND JUST SMELL HIM..THE CHANGE I HAVE SEEN IS MEL IS GOOD. HE IS MELLOWING. NOT SAYING HE IS NOT AGGRESIVE STILL BUT BETTER IN SOME WAYS.. LATELY WHEN I FEED THE TROUPS HE IS IN THE MIXED OF THEM NOT ATTACKING NOT BEING A CRAZY MAN. JUST STANDING WITH THEM WAITING FOR HIS FOOD TO BE PREPARED. SOMETIME IN THIS TRIBBLES WILL GO UP AND HIT HIM AND HE WILL SNARF AT HIM BUT NO AGGRESSION AND THEN HE LEAVE. MEL STILL LAYS AND WAITS FOR PERMISSION TO EAT AND ALL. SO I HAVE HAD MELVIN IN THE BATHROOM WITH ME AND ONE OF THE OTHER CATS WILL COME IN AND I WILL SAY YOU BE NICE (MY OWN FEAR OF HIM DOING SOMETHING) BUT HE WILL OFTEN JUST LOOK AT THEM AND LEAVE THE BATHROOM. REMEMBER HE IS LITTERBOX TRAINED AND THAT IS HIS BOX IS. IN THE MORN. HE COMES IN AND GOES POTTY WITH ME. HE STANDS BY MY FEET WAGGING AND HAPPY AND WANTS A LITTLE BUTT SCATCHIES. SO HE IS GETTING ALONG BETTER WITH THE CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER THE WINTER WE HAVE BEEN LETTING HIM SLEEP ON THE BED IT IS COLD IN OUR HOUSE.. BUT ANYWAYS. WHEN WE WOULD HAVE TO GO IN THERE WE WOULD MAKE HIM GET OFF AND GET OUT OF THE ROOM. THEN WHEN WE WERE DONE WE WOULD TELL HIM HE COULD GO BACK IN. A FEW TIMES HE WOULD GROWEL AT US, BUT THAT WAS BEGINNING TO STOP. HE EVEN GOT TO A POINT THAT WHEN I GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER HE WOULD COME OUT OF THE ROOM WHEN I OPENED THE BATHROOM DOOR. NOW WE CAN GO IN THERE AND HE IS NOT PHASED. HE WILL WATCH ME SOMETIMES JUST LAY HIS HEAD BACK DOWN AND RELAX. I HAVE LEFT HIM IN THERE WHILE I DRESS AND HAVE EVEN SAT ON THE BED. I HAVE LINGERED NEAR THE BED VERY CLOSE TO HIM AND NO REACTION. SO THAT IS PROGRESS. SAME THING WITH THE LIVINGROOM CHAIR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS GOTTEN BETTER WITH THE DOOR TOO. HE WIL STILL CHARGE IT BUT I SEEM TO BE ABLE TO GET HIM BACK AND SITTING QUICKER. HE WILL STILL SIT BACK AND BARK BUT HEY HE'S NOT CHARGING SO I AM HAPPY..THE FRONT WINDOW TOO. I HAVE FOUND THAT IF HE BARKS AT SOMETHING OR SOMEONE OUTSIDE IF I SAY GO LAY DOWN HE TAKES THAT AS GETTING OFF THE WINDOW AND GET AWAY. HE WAS NOT TRAINED THAT LAYDOWN MEANT LAYDOWN THE WORD FOR THAT IS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;HE ALSO SEEMS TO WANT TO JUST LAY BY MY SIDE WHEN I AM ON THE COMP OR WHATEVER. HE LIKES TO WALK NEXT TO ME WHEN I AM WORKING AROUND THE HOUSE OR GET UP TO DO SOMETHING. IT IS CUTE ALOT OF TIMES IT IS MELVIN AND MR. TRIBBLES FOLLOWING ME AROUND. SO I AM BEING FOLLOWED BY THE BEIGE ANIMALS IN MY LIFE.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ALSO NOTICED THAT THE OTHER CATS STILL CAREFULL AROUND HIM SEEM TO HAVE LET THEIR GAURD DOWN A LITTLE. THEY SEEM MORE RELAXED.&lt;br /&gt;SO HE HAS BEEN A PRETTY GOOD BOY LATELY.. STILL A PAIN TO HANDLE WITH BODY CONTACT. LIKE LEASHING NAILS,AND MUZZELING, BUT HAY I WILL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET FROM HIM..HE IS SO DAMM CUTE..OTHERWISE...MY HUSBAND DUE TO A NEW FACEBOOK FRIEND REALLY WANTS ANOTHER CHIHUAHUA. HE HAS BEEN READING UP ON CHIHUAHUA RESCUES LATELY.. STILL A LITTLE SCAREY BUT I THINK WE ARE GETTING CLOSER TO BEING ABLE TO. THANKS FOR THE RESCUE INFO HOLLYE..&lt;br /&gt;IN CLOSING IT IS HARD TO HAVE A DOG LIKE THIS BUT ALSO A BLESSING. HE HAS MADE OUR LIVES VERY FULL AND FILLED US WITH KNOWLEDGE WE MAY NEVER HAVE KNOW. THINGS HAPPEN AND COME INTO YOU LIFE FOR A REASON... FIGURE IT OUT DON'T ALWAYS RUN FROM IT. LOVE YOU MELVIN AND MR. TRIBBLES..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-1997573955704982219?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/1997573955704982219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=1997573955704982219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1997573955704982219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1997573955704982219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-is-melvin-doing-now.html' title='HOW IS MELVIN DOING NOW'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/TDIVv4qmHbI/AAAAAAAACCg/7WyST_vl_b4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7508586805228800169</id><published>2009-10-18T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:39:36.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN HAS TWO NEW FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SvIQNwoYDQI/AAAAAAAACB4/hH9n6lLmuR4/s1600-h/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SvIP_xE3NiI/AAAAAAAACBI/sJITcDpM5Iw/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400396491350554146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/StvTMd7HRCI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/FIar2RMlyRU/s1600-h/10182009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/StvTMd7HRCI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/FIar2RMlyRU/s320/10182009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394137189850760226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA HE IS PRETTY EXCITED AT FIRST BUT NOW NOT SO MUCH GETTING USED TO THEM BEING THERE.THIS IA MARZIPAN OUR PARAKEET AND ZUES OUR BEARDED DRAGON. HE SEEMS OK WITH THE WHOLE THING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7508586805228800169?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7508586805228800169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7508586805228800169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7508586805228800169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7508586805228800169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/10/melvin-has-two-new-friends.html' title='MELVIN HAS TWO NEW FRIENDS'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SvIQNwoYDQI/AAAAAAAACB4/hH9n6lLmuR4/s72-c/IMG_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-2249571768893665987</id><published>2009-10-01T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:04:16.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYING WITH MR. 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TRIBBLES AND WE ARE SO SURPRISED. IF HE CAN'T FIND HIM HE RUNS ALL OVER THE HOUSE LOOKING FOR HIM AND WHINES. 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TRIBBLES'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsU02LyBlnI/AAAAAAAAB_I/s7gSaRMwljg/s72-c/DSC_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-4026403765816178346</id><published>2009-09-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:25:37.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN HAS A NEW FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsDtxQ1MgvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Whchu_hy8sU/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsDtxQ1MgvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Whchu_hy8sU/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386566584922571506" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsDtwzwWPsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/t7-XYyBFRIg/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsDtwzwWPsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/t7-XYyBFRIg/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386566577117609666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS NAME IS MR. TRIBBLES HE IS OUR NEW KITTEN.WE KEPT THEM APART FOR THREE DAYS SO HE COULD GET USED TO HIM BEING HERE.I PUT MR. TRIBBLES IN MELVIN KENNEL SO THAT HE COULD SNIFF HIM BUT NOT HURT HIM. HE GROWLED SNARLED AND SNAPPED AT HIM. WITH A CORRECTION HE BACKED OFF. SO FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS THEY WERE SEPARATED. HE COULD SEE HIM RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE FROM BEHIND THE GATE IN THE HALLWAY. THAT WAY HE COULD LAY ON OUR BED AND HAVE FREE ACCESS TO THE LITTER BOX. BUT COULD NOT GO AFTER THE KITTEN. ABOUT THE SECOND DAY I LET MELVIN SMELL HIS BUTT AND HE WAS REALLY GOOD. HE DID GET TO A POINT WHERE HE WAS JUST CURIOUS AND THEN WOULD JUST LEAVE. WE PUT THE KITTEN DOWN AND MEL GOT A LITTLE SNOTTY SO WE SEPARATED THEM AGAIN. THAT NIGHT WE HAD MELVIN SLEEP IN HIS KENNEL AND LET THE KITTEN RUN FREE. THEN THE NEXT DAY WE DECIDED THAT WE WOULD JUST LET THEM GO. IT WAS THE ONLY WAY. WE DID NOT LIKE HAVING TO LOCK ANYONE AWAY ANYMORE. AND WE NEEDED THE OTHER CATS TO BE ABLE TO CONTINUE THEIR EVERYDAY LIVES AS WELL. WELL TO OUR SURPRISE MELVIN WAS THINKING HE MADE A NEW FRIEND THAT WOULD PLAY WITH HIM. HE IS ABSCESSED WITH THIS KITTEN. HE RUNS AROUND TRYING TO PLAY WITH HIM AND MR. TRIBBLES LOOKS AT HIM LIKE HIS IS NUTS. SAME REACTION HE GETS FROM THE OTHER CATS. WE ALWAYS SAID HE IS LIKE THE KID ON THE PLAYGROUND IN GRADE SCHOOL NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY WITH. BUT I GUESS I UNDERSTAND EVEN THOUGH HE IS A CHIHUAHUA HE IS A BIG OOF TO MR. TRIBBLES. HE GOTTA LOOK BIG TO HIM. AND HE IS RUNNING AFTER HIM. IT IS PRETTY FUNNY AND SOOOOOOO CUTE.i AM SURE ONE SWIPE OF HIS CLAWS MEL WILL LEAVE HIM ALONE. CLAWS ARE NOT SOMETHING HE IS FAMILIAR WITH. BUT ALL IN ALL I AM VERY HAPPY HOW THINGS TURNED OUT. I DO BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FRIENDS ONE DAY. HE IS ONLY 10 WEEKS OLD AND JUST GETTING USED TO THAT FUNNY LOOKING KITTY KNOWN AS A CHIHUAHUA AND HAS A LOUD AND STRANGE MEOW.....    &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b080edb2ad32e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009b080edb2ad32e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330016774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFE02CFE531504EB0ED2ACC9A7E32174B13557EF.24CE8293E03F2C464442D4A01E87A215ACC9D0A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b080edb2ad32e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOpxBBehnOARXkDaP8H_DJ2OxbuY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009b080edb2ad32e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330016774%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFE02CFE531504EB0ED2ACC9A7E32174B13557EF.24CE8293E03F2C464442D4A01E87A215ACC9D0A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b080edb2ad32e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOpxBBehnOARXkDaP8H_DJ2OxbuY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-4026403765816178346?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/4026403765816178346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=4026403765816178346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4026403765816178346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4026403765816178346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/09/melvin-has-new-friend.html' title='MELVIN HAS A NEW FRIEND'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SsDtxQ1MgvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Whchu_hy8sU/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7636506237847606801</id><published>2009-09-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:07:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN IS DOING PRETTY GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sroro97ubUI/AAAAAAAAB94/fj-TQO0E1wk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sroro97ubUI/AAAAAAAAB94/fj-TQO0E1wk/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384664287294680386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SroroPAnrWI/AAAAAAAAB9w/F50oo6fm8qM/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SroroPAnrWI/AAAAAAAAB9w/F50oo6fm8qM/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384664274698743138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SrornoYBxOI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Q5FmuUoNKdA/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SrornoYBxOI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Q5FmuUoNKdA/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384664264327939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I THINK BACK TO HOW HE WAS AND HOW HE IS NOW.HE IS DOING OK. I WOULD STILL LIKE HIM TO BE MORE BALANCED AND FRIENDLY. I CAN REMEMBER  THERE WAS A TIME WE COULD NOT EVEN BEND DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM OR NEAR HIM AND HE WOULD GO OFF. WE COULD LEAN DOWN TO WRITE SOMETHING AT THE DINING ROOM TABLE. IF HE WAS ANY WHERE NEAR YOU HE WOULD BARK GROWL AND LUNGE. IF YOU DROPPED SOMETHING YOU COULD NOT BEND AND PICK IT UP. YOU WOULD HAVE TO SEND HIM AWAY FIRST. OR HE WOULD GO FOR YOUR FACE. IF YOU WERE SITTING ON THE COUCH/CHAIR AND HE CAME NEAR YOU YOU WOULD HAVE TO HAVE SOMEONE CALL HIM AWAY OR RISK GETTING YOU FEET BIT. HE WAS WORSE THAN HE IS NOW. IF YOU DON'T KNOW HIM YOU WOULD NOT KNOW THIS ABOUT HIM. (IF HE WERE NOT SO DAM CUTE).... WELL ANYWAYS. MEAN AS HE IS THAT LITTLE GUY HAS A WAY OF JUST MELTING MY HEART. &lt;br /&gt;NOW HE WILL COME AND SCRATCH HIS LITTLE HINEY ON YOUR FOOT IT IS SOOOOO FUNNY. NO FEAR OF HIM. HE WILL NOW COME AND IS ALWAYS SITTING BY MINE OR SOMEONES FEET. HE WILL EVEN REST HIS CHIN ON YOUR FOOT. PERCH A PAW AND CLEAN IT LAY ON YOUR FEET. NO BITING. I CAN EVEN TAKE MY FOOT AND RUN DOWN HIS BACK NO REACTION AT ALL FROM HIM. AT ONE TIME HE WOULD HAVE TURNED ON A DIME. OR HE WOULD HAVE GOT TO THE GROUND TURNED HIS HEAD EARS BACK AND GAVE YOU THAT BACK OFF BUSTER LOOK AND SLINKED AWAY. I CAN EVEN TAKE MY HAND AND SCRATCH HIS LITTLE HINEY. HE HAS COME ALONG WAY BUT HAS A LONG WAY TO GO. BUT I AM PROUD OF WHAT I HAVE DONE WITH HIM ALOT OF TIME, RESEARCH, READING, LISTENING TO OTHERS HAVE GONE INTO THIS. MOST OF ALL REALIZING HE IS A DOG. NOT TO HUMANIZE HIM.... &lt;br /&gt;SAD STORY. MY HUSBAND MET AN OLD TEACHER THAT WORKED WHERE HE DOES. SHE HAD TWO CHIHUAHUA'S AND ONE WAS BITING AND SHE PUT IT TO SLEEP. HE SAID THIS WAS CLEARLY HARD FOR HER. I BURST OUT OH MY GOD I MAY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HELP!!!!! SO PLEASE PEOPLE IF YOU DOG HAS AN ISSUE DON'T BE SO QUICK TO GIVE UP ON HIM/HER. THEY ARE GODS CREATURES. HOPEFULLY YOU GOT THE PUP BECAUSE YOU LOVE DOGS. LOVING AND ANIMAL IS NOT GIVING UP ON IT. IT IS NOT JUST FEEDING IT WALKING IT GIVING IT WATER. SOMETIMES THERE IS SPECIAL CARE AND IT TAKES TIME TO WORK WITH THE PET. LIKE HANDICAP CHILDREN THEY EXTRA CARE AND DESERVE IT. SO DOSE THE PET. ALTHOUGH MELVIN IS NOT PERFECT HE IS BETTER AND I COULD NEVER HAVE PUT HIM TO SLEEP. I COULD NOT HAVE LIVED WITH MYSELF. WE TALKED ABOUT GETTING RID OF HIM AFTER HE BIT MY HUSBAND BUT NEITHER OF US COULD. HE BIT MY DAUGHTER PRETTY BAD TOO AND SHE SAID NO TO GETTING RID OF HIM TOO. WE JUST WORKED HARDER WITH HIM. WELL OK. I AM GOING TO POST A PICTURE OF HIM ON THE CHAIR THAT NAUGHTY DOG. BUT NOW INSTEAD OF A TUDE HE JUST GETS OFF THE CHAIR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7636506237847606801?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7636506237847606801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7636506237847606801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7636506237847606801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7636506237847606801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/09/melvin-is-doing-pretty-good.html' title='MELVIN IS DOING PRETTY GOOD'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sroro97ubUI/AAAAAAAAB94/fj-TQO0E1wk/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-9129381027638546136</id><published>2009-08-06T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:21:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIXED UP THE POST</title><content type='html'>START WITH MELVIN'S BIG ADVENTURE FIRST. THEN PART 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-9129381027638546136?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/9129381027638546136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=9129381027638546136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/9129381027638546136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/9129381027638546136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-up.html' title='MIXED UP THE POST'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7522296476114699179</id><published>2009-08-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:18:54.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN'S BIG ADVENTURE PART 2</title><content type='html'>OK SO WE GOT READY TO GO. HE NOT REAL HAPPY ABOUT THE KENNEL AND GOING IN THE CAR. HE IS OK IF HE THINKS I AM GOING TO LET HIM SLEEP IN IT. WELL HE DOES REAL WELL ON THE RIDE THERE, IT TAKES AN HOUR. HE IS NOT USED TO GOING IN THE CAR FOR LONG RIDES. SO WE GET THERE AND I THINK NOW WE HAVE TO GET HIM OUT OF THE KENNEL. I TELL ANDREA AND HER HUSBAND THAT HE WILL MOST LIKELY NOT COME OUT. WELL THIS TIME HE MADE A LIAR OUT OF ME. HE WALKS RIGHT OUT. LOOKS A JERAMEY AND BARKS A SNAPS AT HIM. HE JUST LAUGHS. SO WE GO TO THE BACK YARD TO LET HIM SNIFF AROUND LITTLE. THEN WE BRING OUT BUCK THE GERMAN SHEPARD. OF COURSE MELVIN GO NUTS AT HIM. WE GET UNDER CONTROL AND START OVER. WALKING THEM AROUND CORRECTING MELVIN WHEN HE ATTACKS. WE MADE THEM DO SOME SNIFFING NOT AN EASY TASK. WELL IT WAS KIND OF FUNNY MELVIN WAS ABOUT TO GET OUT OF HIS LEASH AND I JUST REACH DOWN AND FIX IT. I NEVER COULD DO THAT OTHER WISE. HE WAS PREOCCUPIED. THEN HE GETS OUT OF THE MUZZLE AND I JUST PUT IT BACK ON. WE HAD TWO LEASHES ON HIM ENCASE HE GOT LOOSE. WELL THEY WERE GETTING TANGLED WITH THE LOOP LEASH. AGAIN I REACH DOWN AND TOOK OFF HIS COLLAR. WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LATER WE THOUGHT MAYBE HE WOULD BE HAPPIER OUT OF LEASH AND MUZZLE. SCARY BUT WE DID IT. IT WAS WILD HE HAS NEVER BEEN ABLE TO RUN FREE LIKE THAT. WE CAN'T FENCE IN OUR YARD. WE ALSO FOUND THAT HE WAS THREATENING BUT HE WOULD ALSO JUST TURN AND RUN THE OTHER WAY. ALTHOUGH A COUPLE TIMES HE DID NOT. HE DID GET CORRECTED BIG TIME FROM BUCK IN THE MOUTH AND ALL. THAT WAS QUITE FREIGHTING NOT GONNA LIE!!! BUT IT WAS SOFT BITE AND NO INJURY. HE YELPED AND SCREAMED ALOT.AS HE RAN TO HIDE BY MY DAUGHTER. THAT WAS ANOTHER THING HE KEPT TRYING TO HIDE BEHIND US. THE BIG CHICKEN.... ALL IN ALL THIS WAS A GREAT EXPERIENCE FOR HIM. RATTLED MY NERVES A LITTLE.lol... BUT IT WAS REALLY NICE TO SEE HIM FREE AND RUNNING AROUND SNIFFING. AT TIMES HE WOULD GO TO THE GATE I THINK HE WANTED TO GO HOME. HE ALSO PEED ON A ROCH FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7139364124384037869</id><published>2009-08-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:42:09.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN'S BIG ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SnruWjEBwhI/AAAAAAAAB7I/AglQO9GjTvc/s1600-h/IMG_3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SnruWjEBwhI/AAAAAAAAB7I/AglQO9GjTvc/s400/IMG_3398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366863977102033426" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SnruWNEP4yI/AAAAAAAAB7A/kweMl-Mqhm0/s1600-h/IMG_3397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SnruWNEP4yI/AAAAAAAAB7A/kweMl-Mqhm0/s400/IMG_3397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366863971197379362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK MELVIN TO ANDREA MEADOWS HOUSE. SHE IS A WOMAN I FOUND ON GRAIG'S LIST WHEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO HELP ME WITH MELVIN.SHE WORKS ALOT IN THE WAYS OF CESAR MILAN.UNDERSTANDS WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH WITH MELVIN. ANYWAYS WE GOT HIM TOGETHER TO GO OVER AND MEET SOME DOGS. THIS IS US GETTING READY. AND LET ME TELL YOU I SUFFERED SOME BATTLE WOUNDS GETTING HIM READY TO GO TWO BITES AND A LEG FULL OF SCRATCHES. LETS JUST SAY HE WAS NOT HAPPY. I CANNOT GET THAT MUZZLE ON NO MATTER HOW QUIET I HAVE HIM AND CALM I AM. 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ADVENTURE'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SnruWjEBwhI/AAAAAAAAB7I/AglQO9GjTvc/s72-c/IMG_3398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3071595992597583301</id><published>2009-07-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:49:45.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS HOO HOO!!!</title><content type='html'>REMEMBER I TOLD YOU HIS HOO HOO IS TO BIG FOR THE HOO HOO HOUSE? WELL IT HAS BEEN IN THE HOO HOO HOUSE FOR THREE DAYS NOW. I HOPE IT STAYS THERE MAYBE THE PROBLEM IS FIXED. COULD I AT LEAST GET THAT OUT OF ALL THIS. IT DOES MAKE IT EASIER TO WALK HIM. I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT GETTING INFECTED. SO I DON'T HAVE TO TRY AND FIX THAT BEFORE A WALK. ALTHOUGH A WALK DOES NOT WORK ON HIM. HE COMES BACK JUST AS READY TO KICK MY BUTT WHEN WE GET HOME. I GO TO TAKE OFF THE LEASH AND HE TURNS ON ME AND TRIES TO EAT ME. LOVELY LITTLE DOG. YOU KNOW THOUGH HE LOOKS DIFFERENT WITH HIS HO HO IN....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-3071595992597583301?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/3071595992597583301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=3071595992597583301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3071595992597583301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3071595992597583301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-hoo-hoo.html' title='HIS HOO HOO!!!'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5958419162277266875</id><published>2009-07-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:44:53.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL A POOP HEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSmtn1rLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qtLcGPj159A/s1600-h/IMG_4888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSmtn1rLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qtLcGPj159A/s400/IMG_4888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333688024935602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZ-z8H_I/AAAAAAAAB54/2GmtGHhfztA/s1600-h/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZ-z8H_I/AAAAAAAAB54/2GmtGHhfztA/s400/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333469300793330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZQsITVI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PadN3SlKseI/s1600-h/IMG_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZQsITVI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PadN3SlKseI/s400/IMG_2699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333456920005970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZJmU_aI/AAAAAAAAB5o/UrjJ_LiaZOc/s1600-h/STB_2694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSZJmU_aI/AAAAAAAAB5o/UrjJ_LiaZOc/s400/STB_2694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333455016623522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSY-0S2bI/AAAAAAAAB5g/w4RwOb7KAew/s1600-h/STA_2695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSY-0S2bI/AAAAAAAAB5g/w4RwOb7KAew/s400/STA_2695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333452122413490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSYY3WrbI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/hcHSX5TEHW0/s1600-h/STA_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSYY3WrbI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/hcHSX5TEHW0/s400/STA_2693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357333441934699954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I KNOW I SHOULD WORK WITH HIM MORE, BUT IT IS HARD. I AM TIRED OF BEING BIT, EVEN THROUGH THE GLOVES. HE GOT ME A GOOD ONE A FEW WEEKS AGO. BIT ME, FINGER BLEEDING BUT I COULD NOT STOP HAD TO KEEP GOING. LET SEE WHAT WAS I DOING. OH NOTHING JUST TRYING TO GET HIM TO CALM DOWN DO I COULD MUZZLE HIM AND CLEAN HIS EYES. HE HAS REALLY BAD ALLERGIES. POOR THING. WE WERE GIVING HIM BENADRYL BUT THAT WAS NOT WORKING. HAS TO GET A PRESCRIPTION. THOSE FEW REALLY HOT DAYS WE HAD 90'S OR SO HE WAS EVEN WHEEZING. I THOUGHT I MAY HAVE TO GET HIM A LITTLE INHALER. JUST KIDN! WELL THE OTHER DAY AGAIN I WAS GOING TO DO THE SAME THING AND HE BIT ME AND BRUISED MY FINGER NAIL. WELL YOU KNOW UNDER THE NAIL. I KNOW I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN A WHILE. LET SEE I WENT AS FAR AS TO PUT AN ADD IN GRAIG'S LIST IN LA HOPING SOMEONE COULD GIVE ME SOME HELP ON GETTING CESAR'S HELP. JUST GOT A BUNCH OF ADVISE THAT JUST SHOWED THEY DID NOT READ WHAT I WROTE OR CONSULT THE BLOG TO SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE. I WAS NOT LOOKING FOR DOGGY HELP AT THAT POINT.I WAS LOOKING FOR HELP GETTING CESAR'S ATTENTION. I THINK I MIGHT JUST TRY THE SNAIL MAIL WAY. WHO KNOWS. I KNOW MEL WOULD MAKE FOR A GREAT CASE FOR HIM. NOTHING LIKE WE HAVE SEEN ON THE SHOW AT ALL. YOU SEE AGGRESSIVE DOGS. BUT NOT ANY MELVINS . THESE PEOPLE HAVE AT LEAST ONE PERSON THAT CAN HANDLE THE DOG. TOUCH IT, PET IT, HOLD IT ON THEIR LAPS. YOU CAN NOT DO ANY OF THAT WITH MELVIN. HE IS A MEAN LITTLE BASTARD. BUT I LOVE HIM. WELL THIS MAY BE SOME GOOD NEWS. HE IS GOING TO GO TO MILWAUKEE AND WORK WITH SOME OTHER DOGS. I MET THIS VERY NICE WOMAN ON GRAIG'S LIST A FEW YEARS AGO. SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS BEEN WILLING TO HELP IN ANY WAY. I AM HOPING THAT MAYBE SHE CAN LEARN SOME THINGS FROM ME AS WELL. RIGHT NOW SHE MAY BE HIS ONLY HOPE FOR ANY HELP HER IN WIS. HE IS SMALL BUT MAN WHEN HE IS PISSED HE IS SCARY. I AM TIRED OF IT BEING HARD TO LEASH HIM UNLEASH HIM. HIM GOING AFTER THE CATS. I WAS THINKING I SHOULD GET SOME VIDEO AND FIND SOMEONE IN CALF. TO SEND IT TO CESAR, SO THEY WILL OPEN IT. I AM AFRAID THEY WILL NOT OPEN IT IF IT IS POST MARKED WIS. SOMETIMES IT IS SO HARD TO KEEP UP WITH HIM AND FRUSTRATING. BUT I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON HIM. HE IS JUST SCARED AND I HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO FIX IT. I DO HOWEVER FEEL LIKE I AM AT THE END OF THE LINE ON MY KNOWLEDGE ON WHAT TO DO TO FIX THIS LITTLE FELLOW. I REALLY THINK THAT I NEED CESAR TO HELP HIM. I KNOW THAT IT IS US TOO. I REALLY THINK WITH LESS PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE HE WILL BE HAPPIER TOO. BUT I SHOULD HAVE TO GET RID OF FAMILY MEMBERS TO MAKE HIS HIGHNESS HAPPY. HE IS SLEEPING IN THE SUN RIGHT NOW AND IS SO SWEET LIKE THAT! JUST DON'T GET TO CLOSE. NO REALLY HE HAS GOTTEN BETTER AT THAT. BUT IF I HAVE TO, I MAKE SURE I AM WEARING SHOES. OR ELSE OWWWEEEE!!!!!!HE HAS BEEN A REAL POOP ABOUT HIS FOOD LATELY. GROWLING IF YOU GO TO NEAR HIM OR THE CATS DO. I JUST TAKE MY LITTLE RACKET BALL RACKET AND BACK HIM UP. HE GROWLS AND SNARLS. I MAKE HIM LAY DOWN UNTIL HE IS CALM. THEN I TELL HIM OK TO EAT AND HE WILL NOT MOVE AND EAT. LIKE HE IS SCARED TO GO BACK TO THE BOWL. I CAN'T COAX HIM EITHER. SO I JUST LEAVE HIM BE. DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO. I KEEP TELLING MYSELF HE WAS PUT HERE IN MY LIFE FOR A REASON. I AM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT. ANY SUGGESTIONS OUT THERE? LOL WELL I WILL WRITE AFTER HE HAS HIS ENCOUNTER WITH THE DOGS. I THINK IT IS TWO GERMAN SHEPPARDS AND A PIT BULL. VERY CALM SUBMISSIVE DOGS. HE WAS WITH ONE ONCE, BUCK A SHEPPARD, BUCK TOTALLY IGNORED HIM. WELL I KNOW THIS WAS ALL OVER THE PLACE. I AM GOING TO POST A PICTURE OF THE GLOVES I WEAR WHEN I HANDLE HIM. KEEP IN MIND THAT THEY WERE NEW WHEN I STARTED A FEW YEARS AGO. THEY ARE MADE FROM THE PELT OF A DEER HIDE MY DAD SHOT. THEY ARE TOTALLY LINED AND PADDED. ALSO HOW BAD HIS EYES ARE FROM HIS ALLERGIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5958419162277266875?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5958419162277266875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5958419162277266875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5958419162277266875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5958419162277266875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-poop-head.html' title='STILL A POOP HEAD.'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SlkSmtn1rLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qtLcGPj159A/s72-c/IMG_4888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-8703483592934608656</id><published>2009-04-03T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:39:46.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST WEIRD HUAHUA PICTURES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbIV_M6xcI/AAAAAAAABmM/6ktXRtffHlA/s1600-h/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbIV_M6xcI/AAAAAAAABmM/6ktXRtffHlA/s400/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320660289853244866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbIVmVq_pI/AAAAAAAABmE/38NS5yx344Y/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbIVmVq_pI/AAAAAAAABmE/38NS5yx344Y/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320660283179073170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHfd-JOII/AAAAAAAABl8/qXInCpGCpPU/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHe4Ddc7I/AAAAAAAABls/jVSQgkPZGaE/s400/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320659343041721266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHexRdwVI/AAAAAAAABlk/aXD0steccW8/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHexRdwVI/AAAAAAAABlk/aXD0steccW8/s400/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320659341221413202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHejiW75I/AAAAAAAABlc/YWrsxbZEXww/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbHejiW75I/AAAAAAAABlc/YWrsxbZEXww/s400/IMG_0222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320659337534173074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-8703483592934608656?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/8703483592934608656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=8703483592934608656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8703483592934608656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8703483592934608656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-weird-huahua-pictures.html' title='JUST WEIRD HUAHUA PICTURES.'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SdbIV_M6xcI/AAAAAAAABmM/6ktXRtffHlA/s72-c/IMG_0213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5100990716931234112</id><published>2009-03-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:47:06.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING WALK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QXdKHbKI/AAAAAAAABhU/0Qg2HVgbdyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QXdKHbKI/AAAAAAAABhU/0Qg2HVgbdyQ/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843342982212770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QXJGXpxI/AAAAAAAABhM/1B_oa7qqc5s/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QXJGXpxI/AAAAAAAABhM/1B_oa7qqc5s/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843337597789970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QWyVtcoI/AAAAAAAABhE/MAtaVOodHfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QWyVtcoI/AAAAAAAABhE/MAtaVOodHfQ/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843331488117378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin went out for his first spring time walk. He was not too happy I put his jacket on. Well I had to muzzle him to fix his who who. I and always afraid it will get dirty then infected. So I thought as long as I have him muzzled I will put his jacket on. I was not sure how cold it would be. Well he did not like it very much. I ended up fighting with him to take it off down by the lake. Before I took it off he was lagging behind and then started drooling and was not happy. I then took it off and he was healing as he should his tail was high and he was pleased. I was beautiful out. So here are some pictures of him in his blue jean jacket. His poor eyes, he has allergies. I give him Benadryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5100990716931234112?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5100990716931234112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5100990716931234112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5100990716931234112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5100990716931234112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-walk.html' title='SPRING WALK'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sb6QXdKHbKI/AAAAAAAABhU/0Qg2HVgbdyQ/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-2487994158085128735</id><published>2009-03-05T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:18:52.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT A DUMB DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sa_7ZbmNwGI/AAAAAAAABa0/KbF3DF7H_4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sa_7ZbmNwGI/AAAAAAAABa0/KbF3DF7H_4Y/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309738900016447586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has not figured out is does not work. His new trick is to go to he bathroom door and whine like he has to go to the bathroom. He always gets a potty treat ofter he uses his box. But he will go and whine by the door and not have to go. He just wants a treat. He will even go in then wipe his feet like he went potty. He will do this in the morning if I don't get his morning muffin as quickly as he wants it. Pretty nice try on his part, although it never gets him that treat. But he keeps trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-2487994158085128735?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/2487994158085128735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=2487994158085128735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2487994158085128735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2487994158085128735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-dumb-dog.html' title='NOT A DUMB DOG'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/Sa_7ZbmNwGI/AAAAAAAABa0/KbF3DF7H_4Y/s72-c/IMG_0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-8661522839039532897</id><published>2009-02-04T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:56:26.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIMS A NAUGHTY BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SYodDATQAmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IPUra7Mxv94/s1600-h/2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SYodDATQAmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IPUra7Mxv94/s400/2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299079849012363874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SYodCuUrV6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GfRrrhJYTNM/s1600-h/2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SYodCuUrV6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GfRrrhJYTNM/s400/2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299079844186511266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband walked into the bedroom after making the bed and found Melvin asleep on the bed. Keep in mind he is only 8lbs.  So I would have love to seen him uncover my pillow and drag it into the middle of the bed. He is not really allowed on the bed because of his aggression issues. But after all the effort he put into getting the pillow I did not have the heart to kick him off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-8661522839039532897?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/8661522839039532897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=8661522839039532897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8661522839039532897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8661522839039532897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/02/hims-naughty-boy.html' title='HIMS A NAUGHTY BOY'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SYodDATQAmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IPUra7Mxv94/s72-c/2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5377274417754254479</id><published>2009-01-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:57:39.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE ARE WE NOW?</title><content type='html'>OK I have worked with Melvin and got him some what better. I am however still at a point where there are things I cannot do. I still must muzzle him for certain things. It is still an ordeal to get the leash on him. I suppose I should be leashing him and working with him in the house because of the snow. He does not have much fur so I know he will freeze, not to mention his little feet. I really don't want the trauma of bringing him in and having to clean him up as well. Getting the leash off is enough. I do make him calm for that. If he acts out we do it again until he does not turn on me. I still would love to know how to control the barking. I really do hate it. I don't like when he charges the window and the door either. but that I can work with. I want him to still be easier to handle. I guess I just need to work with him more. I is so hard our house is so busy and distracting.  I also need to help with the whole dog thing. The only person I know is a girl with a German Shepard. She said I could come there it is a ways to drive. But if I have to I will. As soon as the weather is better. Oh the work he still needs. But he is soooo cute. Not perfect but better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5377274417754254479?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5377274417754254479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5377274417754254479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5377274417754254479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5377274417754254479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-are-we-now.html' title='WHERE ARE WE NOW?'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6337843110405971400</id><published>2009-01-05T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:48:47.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT FEEDBACK</title><content type='html'>IF THERE IS ANYONE WHO HAS ANYTHING THAT COULD HELP PLEASE CONTACT ME. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOU CHIHUAHUAS. OR IF THERE IS ANYONE OUT THERE THAT COULD HELP ME SOCIALISE HIM WITH OTHER DOGS. I KNOW HE NEEDS THAT. I HAVE SOME PEOPLE THAT KEEP COMING BACK TO MY BLOG. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LEAVE A COMMENT OR SEND COMMENT TO MY E-MAIL.&lt;br /&gt;chokeonarat13@yahoo.com. PLEASE LABEL IT MELVIN SO I KNOW WHAT IT IS. THANKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6337843110405971400?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6337843110405971400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6337843110405971400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6337843110405971400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6337843110405971400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-feedback.html' title='WANT FEEDBACK'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6012395376730789049</id><published>2009-01-05T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:37:44.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRITATED</title><content type='html'>OK!!!! It is really getting on my nerves the things people say to me about Melvin. You see I have been asked thing like why you keep that thing. You think you can change him? I know on my own I can not change him. I can only try and alter the behavior. I have done much research and talked to many people to gain the knowledge that I needed to help my dog and my family get along better. It really pisses me off when the narrow minded people of the world just think I should put him down. Or try to tell me that I should do something different with him. OK smart people you tell me then. You all want me to take the easy way out and get rid of him. Or I should just kick him a few times. They try to tell me the things I should do with him OK if your so smart then take charge and you do what needs to be done to make him better than what I have accomplished in this last year. I have been told I should let him just go out like a real dog. (and what the hell that statement mean?)Well I can't just let him out. He will see someone or another dog and take off after it. That is just what I need to have him get killed by another dog or hit by a car or to bite someone. The people that tell me these things don't know squat about animals. So who the hell do they think they are telling me what to do. I do not force him upon anyone. I just ask that you respect what I tell you about him and not to go against my training. Unless they can get Me Cesar Milan to guide me further I wish they would just keep their opinions to themselves. Unless they have a suggestion that is constructive and is going to help me  with this situation then shut up and talk to me about something you know and can teach me. Then I may listen. But I am not going to listen to anyone tell me that I should not waste my time on him. I firmly believe that every animal in this world deserves a chance. Anyone can get a pet that is perfect and keep it, but not every animal you get will be that way and the easy choice is to give it to a shelter. Another reason they are over flowing with animals. Few want to take the time to work with the pet they choose. I find that heartless and cruel to the pet. Now I know someone will ask me how that is cruel. To me it is cruel because you are not being fair to the pet or true to yourself and giving another living thing a chance be it animal or human. I have heard so much crap lately I am ready to explode. I hate to think that these are the same kind of people that would turn their backs on an elderly parent or say a spouse who becomes disabled. I see it as the same challenge Melvin is mentally disabled. I have thanked people for understanding him and what I have done with him but now I am not so sure they deserve the thanks. He is one of Gods creatures and deserves the best care that I can give him. I have to say that theses comments have come from some people that say they are into the word the of God and I cannot see God saying kill the little dog. That is the easy way out. Yes Melvin can be difficult but for the most part he is a funny little dog and and we get along just fine. But when something comes up we deal with it. Just like any other dog. You think that I would not love it if I could hold him without the gloves and have him sleep on the chair with me at night while watching TV. YES  I would but I can't and I am OK with that, I have to be. He gives me his love in other ways and I Cherish that. So I wish people would just back off unless they have something helpful to contribute to the situation. One of the stupidest statement I have heard is. "What is he mad about?" "Or what is he scared of?" I don't know the answers to all these questions if I did then I would have that perfect dog. well not much else I can say. You know it just hurts my feelings when people say these things because he does deserve this chance and I deserve the respect that I have come this far with him and have not put him to sleep. I will not give up on you Melvin. To answer that one question. I keep you because I love you simple as that. OK??? So back off people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6012395376730789049?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6012395376730789049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6012395376730789049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6012395376730789049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6012395376730789049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2009/01/irritated.html' title='IRRITATED'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6162112715834526385</id><published>2008-11-19T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:37:24.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELVIN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is Melvin's Birthday!!!!November 19th...He is now 4 years old. so hard to believe..It has been a journey but I still love the little monster. He is doing well. There are a few things that I can't seem to fix. I really would love to know how to control his barking. He barks at everything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6162112715834526385?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6162112715834526385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6162112715834526385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6162112715834526385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6162112715834526385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-melvin.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELVIN!!!!!'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-4133230278581853450</id><published>2008-09-16T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:52:44.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MURRY TINKERMAN REARS HIS UGLY HEAD</title><content type='html'>Well you know I said that I call him Murry when he is acting up. Well lately he has had attitude galore. Well I think it is because of the energy change in the house. I have been stressed and anxious and worried. I have noticed little changes in him. Like charging the door and barking a lot. Not responding to commands not to bark and to get back. I noticed that he is going after the cats again. I have backed off on the discipline a little. Well in my defense those gloves are really hot in the summer. So I noticed he has had a little more attitude lately. In my mind I have seen this but said it is OK. Kidding myself.I know that I can never let him get away with a thing. Not the littlest thing. Well this morning I caught him on my bed and when he got off in his old fashion he thought that he would go off on me. So on went my gloves and down he went. I held him there for at least twenty minutes until he calmed. I did get him to roll on his back and relax. But I also noticed that the last few times that I held him down I had to fight him off longer. So I know now that I can not neglect this little fella. I love Melvin not Murry. Murry not so nice. Even through all this he has still let me pet him and all. Even though I have noticed a little tude there too. Well Murry you are not in control I am. I am the pack leader not you. So you see if you ever get a dog like this there is hope. But a life time of discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-4133230278581853450?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/4133230278581853450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=4133230278581853450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4133230278581853450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4133230278581853450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/09/murry-tinkerman-rears-his-ugly-head.html' title='MURRY TINKERMAN REARS HIS UGLY HEAD'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6791865618643290603</id><published>2008-09-13T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:17:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvQ1Ckt2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e0of39IcZbw/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245478894653716322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvQ1Ckt2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e0of39IcZbw/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRW_odsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3R5TbFlNLCY/s1600-h/anbunaruto+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245478903768184514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRW_odsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3R5TbFlNLCY/s400/anbunaruto+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRfym3mI/AAAAAAAAAmA/n_ggmUBwsgc/s1600-h/Mikes+random+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245478906129473122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRfym3mI/AAAAAAAAAmA/n_ggmUBwsgc/s400/Mikes+random+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRpIxt7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/z53t4VJLusA/s1600-h/Mikes+random+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245478908638377906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvRpIxt7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/z53t4VJLusA/s400/Mikes+random+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6791865618643290603?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6791865618643290603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6791865618643290603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6791865618643290603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6791865618643290603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you.html' title='MELVIN PICTURES'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SMuvQ1Ckt2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e0of39IcZbw/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-932922440736654339</id><published>2008-09-12T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:00:28.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL I HAVE TO SAY</title><content type='html'>At this point is Thank you God I love petting my Chihuahua!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-932922440736654339?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/932922440736654339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=932922440736654339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/932922440736654339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/932922440736654339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-have-to-say.html' title='ALL I HAVE TO SAY'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-6117083133227817868</id><published>2008-09-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:40:42.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTER BOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SL_kR4KcKHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QhOOQHawz0s/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242159487067629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SL_kR4KcKHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QhOOQHawz0s/s400/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as I told you Melvin is litter box trained. It was early January and he was really small, 2 and 3/4 pounds. He really could not be taught to go out in the cold and snow. So when I knew I was getting him I thought that I would train him. I was really simple. All I had to do was put his poop in it to let him know that is where he should go. Then after eating and sleeping I would just take him to the box to go. It was pretty simple. I use a product called Yesterdays News it is made from recycled newspapers. I also used pee pads. This helped if he did not make it into the box. At that time I also had one I kept in my trunk with a lid. It was clean. I found that once he was trained to the box going outside was foreign to him. My dog whines to go inside to go potty. Anyways, it was funny because I would go to other people's houses and he would not use it unless it was in their bathroom as well. You know you can use this same method to train your dog to go in one spot in the yard as well. I certainly will if I EVER get another dog. After Melvin you may see why I would be gun shy on that one. lol.. Well we used to just let him go in at will. Sometimes he would use the box other times just the pads. Then we got to thinking these pads are not cheap. So why not leave the door closed and let him ask to go like any other dog that goes out.That is what we did and it works. We are saving a fortune on pee pads. One really nice thing is that when other people have to get home to let the dog out I don't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-6117083133227817868?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/6117083133227817868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=6117083133227817868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6117083133227817868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/6117083133227817868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/09/litter-box.html' title='LITTER BOX'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SL_kR4KcKHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QhOOQHawz0s/s72-c/IMG_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-1093628565215892678</id><published>2008-08-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:21:51.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>I would like to talk a little about how I feed Melvin. The only store bought food that he gets is made specifically for Chihuahuas. When I knew that I was getting him I read a lot of books on the breed. I read that their systems can be a little temperamental. So when buying food for him I was a little confused buy what was on the labels. There were a lot of thing that I didn't know what they were. So  I am thinking I wonder if I could make his food. First I went to the book store and got a book.  Then I started by making some dog treats. That went over big. I made a few of the entrees. I get to thinking just because they wrote a book I should still make sure all the ingredients are OK for him. I do some research and consult my veterinarian. The one that I was really concerned with was the garlic. I was wondering if it is good for him. The Internet said yes and no. I got the whole thing about it fighting fleas and all. The Vet said no. He said that it is a fine line and the fact that it is part of the onion family. Onions are very bad for dogs. So all set with info and I am ready to make him homemade food. I first started with spicing his food and all. But when I watched him eat I figured he eats so fast that he is not really tasting it all that much. I am still not sure about  spices either. Not that they can't have them just do I want to give them to him. So I have stopped. He really does not seem to mind. HE eats so fast and then belches. It is funny he sounds like and old drunk... So what I give him is ground turkey,rice,carrots,spinach. He is happy with that. I rinse the meat after cooking it. I sometime will use whole wheat pasta or oatmeal. He love oat meal. His favorite food is bananas. You just tear it off the bunch and he will come running out of  dead sleep to have some nana. He really does love fruit and does not seem to have a problem. I here that it can raise havoc on some dogs digestive systems. But he is a good eater and must have a very strong system. Next entry treats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-1093628565215892678?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/1093628565215892678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=1093628565215892678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1093628565215892678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1093628565215892678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/food.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7248930269845692642</id><published>2008-08-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:00:45.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PLACE TO STAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWVw6cJYPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YRU6Ou05NgY/s1600-h/Japan2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239258409069011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWVw6cJYPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YRU6Ou05NgY/s400/Japan2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh here is a place. I thought this was a funny time. My oldest daughter had just returned from a 10 month stay in japan. She started gettin boxes of stuff that she sent home on the boat. Well her sister was looking at all the treasures from Japan. I guess he had no place to stand, so he found the one place not full of junk on top of my youngest daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7248930269845692642?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7248930269845692642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7248930269845692642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7248930269845692642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7248930269845692642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-place-to-stand.html' title='NO PLACE TO STAND'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWVw6cJYPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YRU6Ou05NgY/s72-c/Japan2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-4525440021832287695</id><published>2008-08-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:24:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWNn_q2a8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/eiKo9N8seho/s1600-h/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239249459761015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWNn_q2a8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/eiKo9N8seho/s400/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWNoAiA4LI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-k-S2CHMGQo/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239249459992387762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWNoAiA4LI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-k-S2CHMGQo/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a good question. I know that I have to continue to work with him all the time and not let him even get an inch. He will be testing me every day of his life. But I can say this I have a accomplished a lot with this dog in a relatively short time. I sought the help of the pros and i feel some did not help but, I think I did come away with something from all of them. But I feel that seeking professional help should have paid off better. I think that the only things I learned from the people I paid was the importance of discipline. This will help keep the dog safe. Now we are getting it. The next step I believe is to just keep doing it. Now this is where he is...If he does get on chair or the bed, he just gets down when we come into the room. Before he would have growled and snarled at us. He looks at us more and he takes his commands better. You see with the one company they wanted me to keep working on sit, stay, come thing. well you know I found out I did not have to do that. It seemed that once I got him to this point the rest of that all fell into place. I do have to work on the leashing him, and trimming the nails and fixing the whowho...You think he would like that. Well sometimes he does. OH BOY! Well anyways, getting along with other dogs and people. I can now walk him and he does not go off when he sees other people. He does not always act up to dogs all the time. That depends on the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-4525440021832287695?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/4525440021832287695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=4525440021832287695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4525440021832287695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4525440021832287695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='SO WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLWNn_q2a8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/eiKo9N8seho/s72-c/IMG_0824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-8368456015626535458</id><published>2008-08-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:04:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO DO AFTER THE ATTACK</title><content type='html'>HE IS AT PEACE&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLRTRgml_4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/g14_gilAPbU/s1600-h/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238903826813419394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLRTRgml_4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/g14_gilAPbU/s400/IMG_0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know most people would say put the dog down. I just can't do that. We all decided that is not an option. What to do now. I just can only say you people all have to listen to me. Even after the attack she tends to be flip about the how to handle the dog. I really get frustrated by all of it. If I am frustrated that is going to reflect on the dog. OK so I continue to watch the Dog Whisperer. I keep trying to think how can I get Melvin to him. I think road trip I could camp outside the dog rehab center? Maybe. But then I think by the time I get there he will be rehabilitated. LOL.. So I am watching a show and in the show he is working with a dog, that likes to go after a visitor at someones house. The dog was in a dog house and he was using a a tennis racket to keep the dog back and away from the truck. The dog was biting on the tennis racket, Cesar was just turning it back and forth. The dog owner was wondering if that would hurt the dog. Cesar said something that changed Melvin and I forever. He said it will not hurt the dog it is like draining the venom from a snake. I am like wow that makes a lot of sense. So this is what happen one day. It was a Sunday, I am always home alone on Sundays. So I am thinking this is a good time to do this. I suck in my breath I put on the gloves and I go for it. He is laying under out computer table. I go under after him and he goes absolutely NUTS. So here I am on my knees getting closer to this dog than I ever have in this state. He keeps coming at me biting the gloves and totally pissed off. After just maybe a minute he stops looks at me and spits out the finger of the glove. He looks at my Like what the HELL. You are not backing off. So I reach in and grab him. He is a little stiff as I lift him out of there. I take and lay him on his side and hold him like we have in the past. Like I have seen on the show and read in the book. So I have him down. I wait until he is calm relaxed and I start to pet him. I touch his face and he thinks about biting me. I press lightly on his neck for punishment. He relaxes again and I touch his face again he does nothing. he lets me. My heart melts. No don't relax don't let my guard down. So I take my hands off of him and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye. He then precedes to roll over on his back, OH Boy I know I have him how. So I sit there about 5 minutes just petting him. I am touching him every where. I am just glowing I am so happy. Almost to tears. I am petting him and petting him . I then leave to get my daughter from work. I tell her about it. I think that her first thought was yes I have heard it before he is changed. I get home and I show her and she is amazed by it all. I have to send a text to my husband at work. He was totally amazed by what he sees when he gets home. Little Melvin is being shed of Murry Tinkermem. The look in his eye has changed. He looks more at peace. Like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. We have a long way to go but you now I can pet my dog, and he likes it. I may not be like others pet theirs but I am touching him. I can rub his back and scratch his head. I can scratch his little hiney as he walks by. He also likes to come over and get his butt rubbed by my foot. He will come and put his body under your foot and moves his tiny butt back and forth and stick his head up and close his eyes. Then he walks a way when he is done. He is just the cutest little thing. I also think now I know he is more at peace now. He has a lot to over come yet but hey we are getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-8368456015626535458?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/8368456015626535458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=8368456015626535458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8368456015626535458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8368456015626535458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do-after-attack.html' title='WHAT TO DO AFTER THE ATTACK'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLRTRgml_4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/g14_gilAPbU/s72-c/IMG_0589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7729957429576010137</id><published>2008-08-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:05:12.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MURRY TINKERMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTumb2qHI/AAAAAAAAAig/u0yDL5GFfvw/s1600-h/chihuahua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833957851015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTumb2qHI/AAAAAAAAAig/u0yDL5GFfvw/s400/chihuahua2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTu65zhPI/AAAAAAAAAio/yr5EcxeHvkI/s1600-h/chihuahua3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833963345347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTu65zhPI/AAAAAAAAAio/yr5EcxeHvkI/s400/chihuahua3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTvOF9BGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CHQOYCAfduo/s1600-h/chihuahua5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833968496575586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTvOF9BGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CHQOYCAfduo/s400/chihuahua5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that is right I call him that. I figure he can be such a good guy and such a bad guy. So i figure Melvin really is a good dog. It is that Murry Tinkermen that is so naughty. Well where do we go from here? He biting and growling and no one can handle him. I have been watching The Dog Whisper and thinking I need him. So I set out on quest to get his help. WOW that is like hitting a brick wall. If you write to them you get a form letter back. I wrote a few different things and got the same letter back. So start to think there has to be away. I think maybe I could write Oprah and her for help. She loves dogs, and know everyone. Never did that. That year for Christmas I was given Cesar's first book. I will tell you this book is amazing. I think everyone should read his books. Even if you don't have a dog. Well I did learn although. But am still to afraid of Melvin to put any of this into action. I am afraid I just might do something wrong. I am afraid that I just might make him worse. Then there is that part of getting bit. He is a Chihuahua, but he has a bad bite. It also hurts. So I decide to but a add on Craig's list. I ask if there is anyone in the area that could help me. That I need the works of the Dog Whisper. I knew that the methods I had learned from the last company was not helping. I also found that when I got less aggressive with him , he responded better. I was working on that calm and assertive thing he teaches. I am having a hard time getting the family to go along with this. Or just to understand. My youngest is just the worse at it. I really don't think she cares. I oldest daughter is trying really hard. My husband just keeps resorting back to his old ways. At this point I am so frustrated. Not only with the dog but with my family. So I start getting emails from my add. A woman who lives in my area come over. She was a great help she told me what he has is fear aggression. She said that he is growling and barking at me but also wagging. She said that we need to change is self esteem. You see Chihuahua's tails are curled up over their backs. Melvin's is always down or tucked under him. I just thought that was the way he was. She gives me some suggestions and is on her way. She trains dogs but not so much the psychology part of them. She says because she can't touch him or leash him she can't help. OK I understand. So now what. I see this add about a person who claims she is Milwaukee's Dog whisperer. I try to email her can't get through. I am bumming now. She sounds like the answer to my dreams. Well I was lucky she got in touch with me. So we set up some time for her to come over. She comes over and meets Murry. He really was good around her. She told me that we were doing a lot of things right. She found him quite amusing. She also said he is really cute and a character. But again she can't help me because we can't touch him or leash him. But before she leaves we decide to see what would happen if we got her German Shepard and Melvin together. I am like ya lets do it. Her dog is really mellow. That is what Murry needs. So I bring him out Buck wants play and Murry wants to Kill. So we decide that I would walk Murry up the street. She comments on how well he walks. I always say he is the best trained mean dog ever. So anyways I discovered a few things about Murry. I learned that when his is with another dog. If they are looking at him he goes psycho, but we found when  we turned Buck around to let Melvin smell his butt. He hid behind me and I had to drag him over to  Buck. INTERESTING......OK so she leaves on to the next. Oh wait there is no one else. The only other place we called wanted almost $200.00 to come and tell me if they could help. Well that is bull. So we decide between the info we have gathered and the books we would try this on our own. Well I am trying hard to get my kids to read the book. Ya right. Well the only one who is making an effort to work with me is My oldest. I will tell you my youngest did not try at all would not listen. Only when I was around would she half heartily put some effort into it. Well you know we are tyring to establish a pack order here. The whole be a pack leader. Well I think the rats rank over my youngest daughter. Sad but true. OK I did talk about how he would go after the cats and make a heck of a racket. I also mentioned how we will not let him on the furniture. Well he was sneaking up there when we are sleeping. Well my youngest got up and was laying on thee recliner and I heard a racket from my bedroom. Thinking he went after a cat,until she was screaming. He had attacked her. He jumped on the chair by her when she tried to put her arm up to get him off, he went off on her. Bit her nose and scratched her up petty bad. This was awful. But we thought it through. It was him getting territorial over the chair. And the fact that he has no respect for her. You see he does not jump up on anyone else. I am not excusing his behavior just understanding it. Now what. Pay the $200.00 can't not in the budget. I will continue in a new entry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7729957429576010137?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7729957429576010137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7729957429576010137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7729957429576010137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7729957429576010137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/murry-tinkermen.html' title='MURRY TINKERMEN'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SLQTumb2qHI/AAAAAAAAAig/u0yDL5GFfvw/s72-c/chihuahua2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-1566593800533304496</id><published>2008-08-21T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:59:40.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE PRIVILEDGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK7GPrFo6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pJX4-rjo7ss/s1600-h/Melvinhead.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237341389245180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK7GPrFo6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pJX4-rjo7ss/s400/Melvinhead.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I told you about the attacks. He will not hesitate to bite any of us. LITTLE BASTARD. So we had to come to a conclusion. He can no longer have his blanket to sleep on. We started out just giving it to him when we all went to bed. That really was not working all that well. So then we would give it to him and make him wait to go on it. That worked a little better. But I would here him go off when My computer night owl went to bed. She would go to turn off the light and he would growl and snarl loud enough to wake us up. So then we went to no blanket at all. After all he is a DOG! That worked but he was still Territorial of the floor space. So I would make sure I had shoes on and I would stand in his spot and take over. I would stand there until he would move on his own. But this is what went on. He would bite my shoes and growl, snarl, and fight me with every 8 pounds of terror he has in him. He would then run back there and turn and stand his ground. So then he would sneak off and try and lay on my bed, or a chair if I left the room. I would tell him to get off and he would snarl and snip as he got down and walked past me. He is a shyster. OK so we think we are in the right direction. We are even kicking him out of his sun spots, to protect the cats and us. Well that is about all on this subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-1566593800533304496?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/1566593800533304496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=1566593800533304496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1566593800533304496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1566593800533304496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-priviledges.html' title='NO MORE PRIVILEDGES'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK7GPrFo6YI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pJX4-rjo7ss/s72-c/Melvinhead.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3740708057740267697</id><published>2008-08-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:22:09.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2x0l5PnJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/QFVTMoWfqow/s1600-h/chihuahua+tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237037458785279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2x0l5PnJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/QFVTMoWfqow/s400/chihuahua+tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2xoMzxf2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fgIjyJK8IgI/s1600-h/tatoo+photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking that I would make this my next tattoo. This would be one way I could take him with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-3740708057740267697?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/3740708057740267697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=3740708057740267697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3740708057740267697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3740708057740267697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2x0l5PnJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/QFVTMoWfqow/s72-c/chihuahua+tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-2226241556707544568</id><published>2008-08-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:18:24.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE INOCENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxVT_qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/201BepMrhXo/s1600-h/chihuahua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036303282842162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxVT_qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/201BepMrhXo/s400/chihuahua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxedHzSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/F_3kBDwZPYc/s1600-h/chihuahua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036305737043234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxedHzSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/F_3kBDwZPYc/s400/chihuahua2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxs12SXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fZ8iyklc77Y/s1600-h/chihuahua3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036309598849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxs12SXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fZ8iyklc77Y/s400/chihuahua3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wx4PEDHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ju3_TU964pQ/s1600-h/chihuahua4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wyEFsQzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/n08m0_35pco/s1600-h/chihuahua5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036315839316786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wyEFsQzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/n08m0_35pco/s400/chihuahua5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some puppy pictures of Melvin. When I got him at 6 weeks he was 2and 3/4 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-2226241556707544568?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/2226241556707544568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=2226241556707544568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2226241556707544568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2226241556707544568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-inocent.html' title='ONCE INOCENT'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2wxVT_qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/201BepMrhXo/s72-c/chihuahua1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3988217103499767485</id><published>2008-08-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:21:51.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPY WUPPERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtHTHvwzpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xXWGh90CJDY/s1600-h/IMG_3871+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236357385570799250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtHTHvwzpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xXWGh90CJDY/s400/IMG_3871+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-3988217103499767485?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/3988217103499767485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=3988217103499767485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3988217103499767485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3988217103499767485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-wuppers.html' title='PUPPY WUPPERS'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtHTHvwzpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xXWGh90CJDY/s72-c/IMG_3871+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-4893754951540324686</id><published>2008-08-19T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:14:28.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYS, MONTH, YEARS TO FOLLOW</title><content type='html'>I GOT STICHES I GOT FIXED&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtEjsJ9VLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lC1cCQDwPuc/s1600-h/Mikes+random+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236354371687371954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtEjsJ9VLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lC1cCQDwPuc/s400/Mikes+random+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtEjxArYQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bC9QLg8n9MY/s1600-h/Mikes+random+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236354372990624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtEjxArYQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bC9QLg8n9MY/s400/Mikes+random+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am so mad at this company for not helping out. I tell my husband that I will not call him to come back I am just too angry. I feel as though he did not hear anything I have said. So I am told a while back about the Dog Whisper. I watch his shows thinking those dogs are no where near as mean as Mel. At this point we don't touch him at all. This is what he is doing. He will growl and snap and charge at us if we go near his nigh night (blanket) it is in the dinning room. If we go to put things on the table he will get pissed off. If he is laying down and the cat comes in the room he will snarl at them and chase them and often come out of it with a mouth full of hair. We are always in fear that is going to go off. Well lets just say he is a force to be reckoned with . Now at this point I can't get his muzzle on. I can't trim his nails. Lets not forget the whowho. Can't fix that anymore. Can't leash him. I can't get his collar on. When I try he goes mental and flops all around tiring to bite us. It is so scary, his eyes actually turn red. SO if we need to handle him My husband has to put on gloves and hold him down. Then I try to slip on the muzzle with out getting bit. I get it on and he is sooooo angry. Red eyes and spitting all over. So I do what I have to  and release him. Now this is scary too. I get the muzzle off then he turns on me and tries to bite me. So I learned to say OK let's take this off and get a treat. Then he might be a little better. And he is. So I think this brings him somewhere between two and three years old. So now if we need to get where he is we call him out so not to get bit. I think he is really scary but I love the little guy. I could never put him to sleep. I was told he would get better if fixed. Well we got him fixed young enough but it did not make a difference. He had to be spayed so to speak, his boys never dropped. Well for now I will leave with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-4893754951540324686?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/4893754951540324686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=4893754951540324686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4893754951540324686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4893754951540324686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-month-years-to-follow.html' title='DAYS, MONTH, YEARS TO FOLLOW'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKtEjsJ9VLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lC1cCQDwPuc/s72-c/Mikes+random+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-4252526509821140380</id><published>2008-08-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:41:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RATS</title><content type='html'>looks vicious with his fang and red eye. His fang gets cought it grew in crooked&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2yyCBPC5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v8hA2vrtbJE/s1600-h/chihuahua4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237038514307009426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2yyCBPC5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v8hA2vrtbJE/s400/chihuahua4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7AJA5RI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ST_qNSbUih4/s1600-h/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625795979896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7AJA5RI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ST_qNSbUih4/s400/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7ZGOfEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WB-5l8Mpf8I/s1600-h/IMG_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625802679090242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7ZGOfEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WB-5l8Mpf8I/s400/IMG_0580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7k624cI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sSjnUB_4wRk/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625805852631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7k624cI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sSjnUB_4wRk/s400/IMG_0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7-sHfNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dehcU0dvSBM/s1600-h/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625812770127058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKit7-sHfNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dehcU0dvSBM/s400/IMG_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melvin does not like dogs but he does like the rats. He is quite amused when the cages are being cleaned. He will stand on his hind legs and watch and whine. You say to him Melvin where are the rats and he runs to the cage stands up and looks in. No wonder he is built like a Pit bull all that standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2625b34fa8b70874" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2625b34fa8b70874%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330016775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CA80576278C763980A09C70FDE620D13CB0DA3E.34C4E496194C66B3DF9A25C68B0F0E6A97B91891%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2625b34fa8b70874%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DamiAvz8rFDipHM_NqrbDvGsX9Ok&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2625b34fa8b70874%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330016775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CA80576278C763980A09C70FDE620D13CB0DA3E.34C4E496194C66B3DF9A25C68B0F0E6A97B91891%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2625b34fa8b70874%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DamiAvz8rFDipHM_NqrbDvGsX9Ok&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-4252526509821140380?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2625b34fa8b70874&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/4252526509821140380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=4252526509821140380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4252526509821140380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/4252526509821140380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/rats.html' title='RATS'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SK2yyCBPC5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v8hA2vrtbJE/s72-c/chihuahua4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7816083943288489552</id><published>2008-08-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:00:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN LOVES THE SUNSHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJ8GwXVCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8cRXqPY71l0/s1600-h/melvinindasun+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882545075049506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJ8GwXVCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8cRXqPY71l0/s400/melvinindasun+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqTWP5bI/AAAAAAAAAUc/acVq2uRJr04/s1600-h/melvinindasun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882239217526194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqTWP5bI/AAAAAAAAAUc/acVq2uRJr04/s400/melvinindasun+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqRRkK9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/iojEJJp7dr0/s1600-h/melvinindasun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882238661012434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqRRkK9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/iojEJJp7dr0/s400/melvinindasun+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqjEp4II/AAAAAAAAAUs/9PgvonfhOMk/s1600-h/melvinindasun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqr7EL3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/DfRWKZmJVo0/s1600-h/melvinindasun+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882245814398834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqr7EL3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/DfRWKZmJVo0/s400/melvinindasun+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqwSHqlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yhhOyciPAy8/s1600-h/melvinindasun+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882246984837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJqwSHqlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yhhOyciPAy8/s400/melvinindasun+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I first got Mel. I had read an article on chihuahuas. It said that they are known to seek out a sun spot in the house. It is so true. He will start with just the smallest line on the floor and lay on it. It seems like he can smell the sun. He will be sleeping and when the sun starts to come in he is there out of a dead sleep. I remember one time we had the air on and the curtains all closed. I cought him by the front door, we have a long window that runs next to the door. He had went behind the curtain and was leaning up against the hot window. They sure like to be warm. It was pretty funny. he was still just a puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7816083943288489552?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7816083943288489552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7816083943288489552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7816083943288489552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7816083943288489552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/melvin-loves-sunshine.html' title='MELVIN LOVES THE SUNSHINE'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYJ8GwXVCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8cRXqPY71l0/s72-c/melvinindasun+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-2793154162277470426</id><published>2008-08-15T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:44:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELVIN LOVES LLAMA JO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRMo_OkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cxY3mV569dc/s1600-h/IMG_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878509385464386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRMo_OkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cxY3mV569dc/s400/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRlZllQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4F0xeO8SP6M/s1600-h/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878516031755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRlZllQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4F0xeO8SP6M/s400/IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRxSWGMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wTwhmdIiEM8/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878519222606018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRxSWGMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wTwhmdIiEM8/s400/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGScVW2PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/d_aqy6JT7Rs/s1600-h/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878530777962738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGScVW2PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/d_aqy6JT7Rs/s400/IMG_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS LLAMA JO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS TIME FOR A BATH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SOME EAR CHEWING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE HER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-2793154162277470426?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/2793154162277470426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=2793154162277470426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2793154162277470426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2793154162277470426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/melvin-loves-lama-jo.html' title='MELVIN LOVES LLAMA JO'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYGRMo_OkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cxY3mV569dc/s72-c/IMG_0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-1043485473927397335</id><published>2008-08-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:45:22.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is  a funny little man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYDBV8OHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/46WDl_AUzgo/s1600-h/IMG_5164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234874938469260850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYDBV8OHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/46WDl_AUzgo/s400/IMG_5164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYCq09AdXI/AAAAAAAAATs/yH5lY0gKxmc/s1600-h/IMG_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYCPIQeMvI/AAAAAAAAATk/nngqhjblQok/s1600-h/Mikes+random+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234874075802645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYCPIQeMvI/AAAAAAAAATk/nngqhjblQok/s400/Mikes+random+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYByhIcEkI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ps-Pc1ybXYw/s1600-h/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234873584263631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYByhIcEkI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ps-Pc1ybXYw/s400/IMG_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYAeJ5q9OI/AAAAAAAAATU/N7a5HRj9Fv4/s1600-h/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234872134918665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYAeJ5q9OI/AAAAAAAAATU/N7a5HRj9Fv4/s400/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKX_BgEuwvI/AAAAAAAAATE/UryRa5LKrF4/s1600-h/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234870543142798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKX_BgEuwvI/AAAAAAAAATE/UryRa5LKrF4/s400/IMG_0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you know. I have talked about Melvin's aggression, but he really is a cool little dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't touch him like most people can touch their dogs. BUT he has more personality than alot of so called good dogs. I love the way he tilts his head back and forth when you talk to him. Then his eye brows go up and down. He looks like he is really trying to figure out what you are saying. He just loves to play. He knows each of his toys by name. He really likes to play fetch. It is funny because he always picks a favorite ball, out of all the ones he has. He will play with it until it cracks. Then we throw it out and he picks out a new one. He will stick with that one then. He also likes his treat ball. This is a ball that you put treats in. I like it better than a Kong. He did not like that. I have heard other people say the same thing. Then he has bobo. the long dog like toys. he has one that stretches as well. He will beat the crap out of his toys, shake them and pound them to the ground. He really rough for a 8 lb. dog. He will play fetch all day. He plays really hard. He will run and get it, bring it back and drop it for you. It is funny because if he drops it where you can't reach it. All you have to say is I can't reach that and he will get it and move it closer. If you say that and it is in your reach. He will look at it and point with his nose and not get it for you. If you say where is it he will just point at it with his nose.I have to say he is not dumb. When he is playing with his treat ball and gets to the point where he can't get one out. He will bring the ball to me to break them so they will fall out. I will be on the chair and he will hold the ball between his paws and shove it up with his nose. If it falls he will catch with his neck and hold it there until you take it. To keep it from falling. He has this lama toy, we call it lama Jo. That is like his baby. Reminds me of the kids with their teddy bears. He will carry it around like it is his baby. He will set it down and check on her. He will look her over smell her ears and then when he thinks she is OK he will walk away. But he always looks back at her. Then he really loves to sit in the sun. It is funny because sometimes he will just put his lama in the sunshine. Then he will go and check on her. It is pretty cute. That is the closest you can get to him is when you are playing with him. He does not get possessive of his toys. So far no problem there. But I just want to say that he is worth saving. Well more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-1043485473927397335?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/1043485473927397335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=1043485473927397335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1043485473927397335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/1043485473927397335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-is-funny-little-man.html' title='He is  a funny little man...'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SKYDBV8OHjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/46WDl_AUzgo/s72-c/IMG_5164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3015989567411261150</id><published>2008-08-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:57:35.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT DID NOT WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SJn5XNzLlNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lr1nYA6gkvI/s1600-h/melvinindasun+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231486619404178642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SJn5XNzLlNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lr1nYA6gkvI/s400/melvinindasun+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in my last entry I told you about how we were getting help for our little man that is biting us. Well you see it is like this. We spent all this time throwing bags and yelling corrective sounds to him. He just seems to get angrier. I get a phone call that the trainer is quitting and someone new is taking over. It is kinda good news because this person lives closer to us. She brings him over to meet us. Well at this point I can still touch him. He comes in and meets Melvin. I can't remember everything that happen that day. But this was the day that they said I should use a check chain on him to help control him on the leash. Like if he goes after another dog or person. I try it and think yes I like it. So I thought after paying a fee they were giving it to me. Wrong! well I paid like 8 or 9 dollars for this little choke chain to find that I could have gotten the same one at he store for 2 or 3 dollars. That made me a little upset. Well the new guy seems pretty good. I am OK with it. At one point he goes to touch Melvin and the Old trainer freaks out and says NO!!!!!!!! Don't touch him he will bite you. I am like wow. Then not thinking too much after that. So they leave,Homemade dog treats in hand for their dogs. Me with an over priced chain..So I work a once with this guy and his dog. Working with Melvin on being with another dog. He does OK after awhile. But finds no love for his fellow canine. Does not set up more time with us. I keep working with him doing what I was showed. Well then things started going down hill. Again he did not respond to the bags. Then One day after a long walk to the lake, I noticed that my heels really hurt. Thinking that I bruised them on the gravel walking to the lake. To later find I would need foot surgery. So needless to say I could not walk all that well. I was like the only one brave enough to walk him in the family. But I continued to take him on walks the best I could . This little dog could walk for an hour or two and still have energy to spare. Then one day I went to put the leash on him and he attacked me. So I went out and got a leash that has a loop on it. So I figure I could just slip it over his head. That worked but then after a long walk I would get him home and he would not let me take it off. He would go crazy. He would try and bite me and turn up the leash teeth baring and eyes turning red. Very scary. So now it take two of us to get him out of his leash. My foot gets worse and I really can't walk at all. Because he is hard to walk no one is doing it. He sure likes to play. So I have my surgery and get all better. I call the trainer back and tell him I am ready to start working with him. I tell him his barking is getting bad again and that I really can't touch him at All. He tells me that I need to make the correction sound nice loud and firm. Keep in mind that he yells the sound in my ear on the phone. That was nuts! So he comes over and at this point I and very frustrated. He precedes to tell me that I need to start with the basics. I try over and over to tell him that he is well trained. This dog at this point will sit, stay, not go through the door before us. If he does I just clear my throat and he comes right back and get behind me. Melvin also does trick. He will dance left dance right. he walks on his hind legs. He will stand straight up and hold the position. He jumps through hula hoops. he does under and over, come go get out of the way. Don't touch your food until I say OK. Oh that is right I am not supposed to use OK. He said that word is use too often in everyday speaking. PI SH!!!! I still use it. Well you get it he is well trained. He tells me that I should call him to me and just scratch his chin. That is less threatening. I tell him you do it. At this point I am furious. I feel he is not hearing anything I say. So I do as he says he leaves his list of instructions. Those dam bags. He says he will call us in a week to see how things are going . I never got a phone call. By this time I am so mad at this company..I put away the bags. Thing just go on as they were. You see he did not help at all with the aggression issue. I tell my husband that if we call them again he will have to because I will not be responsible for what I say. So we continue to keep him away from company. Use what we know to have him around people. This is stuff we picked up and not from the trainer. 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This was done just before he started to turn on us. My husband said this is what put him over the edge..I want this for a tattoo. I have one of him looking over his shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-2428333816773709098?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/2428333816773709098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=2428333816773709098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2428333816773709098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/2428333816773709098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/holloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SI5fHnpARKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2o-HpwiRskQ/s72-c/Mikes+random+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5318915593216611277</id><published>2008-07-28T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:26.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SI5dzJBthGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F4P32a847Pw/s1600-h/Mikes+random+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219350601532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SI5dzJBthGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F4P32a847Pw/s400/Mikes+random+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoose me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5318915593216611277?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5318915593216611277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5318915593216611277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5318915593216611277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5318915593216611277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoose-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SI5dzJBthGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F4P32a847Pw/s72-c/Mikes+random+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3303538585416323738</id><published>2008-07-28T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:42:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melvin's first year</title><content type='html'>OK then.. so now I have this little dog that has been to obedience classes. Now My little friend can sit, stay, come, back up, heel, He is a really good walker. So I spend day after day refining his newly learned skills. I walk him up and down the street and make him sit and stay. He does great. I also teach him not to go through doors before me. If he does all I do is clear my throat and back he comes. Lines up behind me I say heel and off we go for a potty treat. Remember he is litter box trained. Every time we go for a treat he jumps up and down at the hutch with excitement over getting his treat. I know not a good thing. But is pretty cute. He jumps so high. Things are going pretty good. But he still does not like dogs or people. I continue to do as I was told and just keep him away from all of them. Well I tell you it really does not make for a nice walk. We will be walking down the street and if he sees someone he goes nuts. Pulls to the front of the leash and barks and snarls. He reacts the same way for dogs. So I just keep him away. I was told to tell him not to look at them. How dumb I felt telling him that. I never really thought he knew what that meant. Just listening to the experts. Cat person here! So when we would have people over we would just lock him up. At this point I can still pick him up and hold him. No one else can hold him or really pet him. Maybe a little. I always found it funny that when he reacts the way I described on a leash, people would still ask if they could pet him! Well he is showing his teeth!!WHAT DO YOU THINK!!!!What you have one too many fingers on that hand. I know he is cute and small but he has a powerful jaw and sharp teeth. He is getting a little frustrating. Seeing how that last trainer decided there was nothing else she could do for us but take our money, I quit going there. So I was talking to a woman in town that recommends a in home dog training company. I think about it but thinking it is pretty expensive. Well we get through the holiday. Mel is now 1 year old. Still well trained. But he is changing in some ways. Well I notice one day that his little who who is hanging out. strange I think he is fixed. Never had a male dog. Well time goes on and it is still out. So after a week I call the Vet. We go in and they are like that is strange. She gets down to get a closer look and I say be careful he sometime goes after your face. So we decide to muzzle him. His chart looks like a warning sign now. I BITE I BITE I BITE I BITE all over his chart in bright orange stickers. Well they are stumped. It appears that what I call the who who house. is folded in and rolled down. Well she gets the idea to use K-Y. sure enough it goes back in. So now he has this who who problem. So I go out and by K-Y for the who who. Well ok just one more thing. So one day I am trimming his nails and he turns on me and growls. So I figure he has had enough. Then I notice that when he sits with me if I move he growls and snaps at me. I am like what the heck is wrong with him. So another time I am cutting his nails and he bites me right through the nail, HURTS! Another time I am sitting with him and I go to kiss him on the head and he snaps at me. Remember his like puppy puffers. So I put him down and put him in his kennel for a short time try it again and he reacts the same way. He is very scary when he is mad. Keep in mind he is not a small Chihuahua. HE bites you you get bit. SO I call this dog place I was told about. I tell them about the things he's been doing. I tell the story of how he barks at every letter bell on wheel of fortune. That was pretty funny. Ding, woof, ding, woof, ding, woof,. But he is also barking at everything outside and in the house. So they give me a price and I tell them I will get back to them. So one day my husband is holding him and he kisses the dog on the head Melvin goes psycho and bites his cheek bad. I freak out knowing that I will have to get rid of him. The thought of putting him down is killing me. Why you may think. I love animals. I figured if I have to I have to. Well we let it go and figure just don't bend down to him and keep your face away from him. Things are ok now. But now he won't let us pet him or touch him. So this means that I can't fix his who who anymore he bites me. Can't pet him he bites me. Ok so no one in the house can touch him. I call this place back and set up a time for them to come over. Well she show up and we sit a chat about Melvin. I tell her what is going on. She corrects a few things he does while we are talking. At this point he would stand and put his paws on me. She would tell me to ignore him. Well I was not going to touch him he will bite me anyways. So he is under the table and he comes out and growls and snapsat her. She stands up and shouts this sheep sounding word and throws a bag down in front of him. It was hard and loud the whole ordeal. Well he backs off and she sits down. Of course My husband I are looking at her like she loony. She sits back down and says just leave him. Ok.. We continue to talk go over paper work. Then we go into the living room. He continues to growl at her and she is tossing bags making a loud noise and the dog is cowering in the corner. She says good that is what we want. Then we do the door test. We had someone ring the bell and off he ran. To interrupt him she throws the bags, again make her loud noise and he retreats. Cool I think this might work. So then she says call him to you, so I do. Well he takes the long way to get to me around the chair and then to me. I look at her and she said that is good you don't want him to run straight at you. I think ok it makes since. She said a straight line is dominant. Ok again. I am learning. (cat person). Ok so he gets to me and she says pet him, I am like I don't think so he will bite me. I tell her I am afraid. So we work on that . I get to the point that I did touch him. At this point he is not as bad as he is going to get. So she leaves and We continue to work with him. We see a little improvement. We can handle him a little more and more. We think things are looking up. This could work?......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-3303538585416323738?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/3303538585416323738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=3303538585416323738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3303538585416323738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3303538585416323738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/melvins-first-year.html' title='Melvin&apos;s first year'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-223494349228946184</id><published>2008-07-25T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:27.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess mai mai'/><title type='text'>Miss maisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5IP0N1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z0QssoT7QC0/s1600-h/Mikes+random+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227039677494867794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5IP0N1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z0QssoT7QC0/s400/Mikes+random+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5R0hosI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XuFmCJFZ8GU/s1600-h/Mikes+random+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227039680064758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5R0hosI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XuFmCJFZ8GU/s400/Mikes+random+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5ZMHVyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XpgDqit6k4Q/s1600-h/Mikes+random+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227039682042746658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5ZMHVyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XpgDqit6k4Q/s400/Mikes+random+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Maisy, she thinks she is a Princess. She hates everything and everyone,except Me and my oldest daughter. May will play with the dog sometimes. I really think that in my book she is just laughing at him. She will stop and jump on something lay down and watch him run around the house looking up at her. She will then smack him and hiss. He is so happy takes that as a sign that she is willing to play. So he continues to run in goofy circles looking like the fool she thinks he is. It is rather entertaining. Oh did I mention she loves boxes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-223494349228946184?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/223494349228946184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=223494349228946184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/223494349228946184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/223494349228946184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-maisy.html' title='Miss maisy'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIos5IP0N1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z0QssoT7QC0/s72-c/Mikes+random+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-7504306052298662593</id><published>2008-07-25T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:28.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hisssssssssss'/><title type='text'>Ripon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SJtB3aSt2AI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dfUUV0dAiO0/s1600-h/Japan2+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847812327397378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SJtB3aSt2AI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dfUUV0dAiO0/s400/Japan2+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIop3qkJxWI/AAAAAAAAADs/sM615AM9Aqo/s1600-h/IMG_4905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227036353812350306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIop3qkJxWI/AAAAAAAAADs/sM615AM9Aqo/s400/IMG_4905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIop3w4iHvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/80jaUYk7ics/s1600-h/IMG_5422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ripon he is our oldest cat about 14 now. We got him from a rummage sale in Ripon Wis. hence the name. All I can say is he hates this dog. But he has a safe haven My daughters room. His motto eat, go potty, get my Dixie cup of water, hurry open the door let me back in!!!!!! QUICK!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-7504306052298662593?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/7504306052298662593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=7504306052298662593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7504306052298662593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/7504306052298662593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/ripon.html' title='Ripon'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SJtB3aSt2AI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dfUUV0dAiO0/s72-c/Japan2+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-545934630481767877</id><published>2008-07-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:29.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kitten'/><title type='text'>neko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIon9nCjwyI/AAAAAAAAADc/8U7f3jxRPGc/s1600-h/anbunaruto+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034256922100514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIon9nCjwyI/AAAAAAAAADc/8U7f3jxRPGc/s400/anbunaruto+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIon97n9PDI/AAAAAAAAADk/kL1GTlKw_hc/s1600-h/Mikes+random+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034262447668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIon97n9PDI/AAAAAAAAADk/kL1GTlKw_hc/s400/Mikes+random+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is Neko. That is Japanese for cat. When we got him My oldest daughter was on her way to live in Japan for 10 months. Melvin and Neko were friends but not anymore. Pretty cat not the brightest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-545934630481767877?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/545934630481767877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=545934630481767877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/545934630481767877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/545934630481767877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/neko.html' title='neko'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIon9nCjwyI/AAAAAAAAADc/8U7f3jxRPGc/s72-c/anbunaruto+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-8788264241022998729</id><published>2008-07-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:31.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter pie.'/><title type='text'>peter the best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIomtpOO0aI/AAAAAAAAADM/9MyPGhXjRo4/s1600-h/Japan2+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227032883118395810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIomtpOO0aI/AAAAAAAAADM/9MyPGhXjRo4/s400/Japan2+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIomtw4rPDI/AAAAAAAAADU/D6jYCMg4tT4/s1600-h/Peter+in+dresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227032885175467058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIomtw4rPDI/AAAAAAAAADU/D6jYCMg4tT4/s400/Peter+in+dresser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Peter, Melvin's Best friend. We Miss him, he was a cool cat. He was so big. It was funny when he would meow only his mouth would open, no sound. But he had the loudest hardest purr. When he would purr he would rock back and forth. His purr was much louder than his Meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-8788264241022998729?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/8788264241022998729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=8788264241022998729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8788264241022998729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/8788264241022998729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/peter-best-friend.html' title='peter the best friend'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIomtpOO0aI/AAAAAAAAADM/9MyPGhXjRo4/s72-c/Japan2+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-5375893187184821984</id><published>2008-07-25T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:31.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy class'/><title type='text'>just getting starting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIojs-69k8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgxFP6mklQI/s1600-h/MelvinTraining1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227029573228401602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIojs-69k8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgxFP6mklQI/s400/MelvinTraining1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are technically on the first day with our new pup. It is early Jan, after the new year. This little puppy is so cute and small, Still does not have a name. We are going over all the Mexican names. They just don't fit, and pretty cliche. So like most of my animals I say it will come to us. In the mean time is taking over the house. I will say right now that I have not had many dogs in my life. Cats yes to many to count. So I really am a cat person. Our first dog Lady the Cocker Spaniel. (I did not name her speaking of cliche.) Was indifferent to him, The nameless puppy was all over her and being older she did not like it much. One day Lady is running up and down the hall way crying and yelping. Could not figure out why, until this little dog ran out from under her. He was running with her and nipping at her tumming. He was trying to play with her. Lady was never really big on playing or other dogs. It was pretty funny though that little dog trying to play with her. Well the cats were a different story. We have a cat that is close to the same age, so he was just a kitten then(NEKO) two that are senior (PETER, RIPON). Then the princess of the family our little calico Maisy. Well...Peter our oldest cat(Now gone from lung cancer I will post his picture) was so afraid of this little dog that he would sneak around the house. He would then jump from chair to chair to get to his destination. Reminded me of the lady in Tom and Jerry when she sees Jerry in the house. Ok so not a fan of the dog. Next there was Maisy that thinks that she is the only one who matters Hates that dog. Ripon also elderly, 14 years and still with us . Needless to say he hates this dog more than anything. Believe me Melvin knows and take advantage of that fact. Then there is Neko, a kitten at this point. They would play and play and it was the cutest and most entertaining of all. We have lost video of them playing. Running and jumping over things. Every once in awhile he would try to stop and go to the potty, but Neko would jump him and he would have to for go potty. Off they would run. I really want that video back. Well they were pals for a while. When Mel was small I would take him with me everywhere I went. I was told to socialize him a lot because he was a Chihuahua. Well I did. He never really took to dogs. My cousin Maggie got a puppy at the same time. King Charles Caviler Spaniel, Rufus. I think he is about two weeks older. She brought him over and Mel ran into his kennel and would snap at him. So after hearing all the horror stories of how easily they can get hurt that whole soft spot on the head and all. Even though they were both puppies Mel was so much smaller than Rufus. So I just protected him. Wrong thing to do. I did not know that then. Cat person Here!! Mel was good with people and let everyone touch and pet him. I took him for his first check up, in a packer stocking cap! He fit! Check up went well. They did strongly advise that I get him into puppy training classes. I thought why he is only 7 weeks old. They gave me a list of place that they recommend. So when he was 9weeks old I took him to training classes. When I called the lady did not want to take him so young. I told her that the Vet said that I should get him in A.S.A.P. So reluctantly she took us. Needless to say I had the smallest dog there. About 3lbs. at this point. Well....He decided that he was the biggest dog there. He went after a Rottweiler pup a lab pup, and any other that came near him. He did not hurt anyone. Just barked and snapped and growled. At the time I thought it was kind of funny. So puppy training begins. I was told that you use two sounds one is a good sound one a naughty sound. She then wanted us to put him on his side. I had really nothing to grab onto to do this. Well to move this along. I came home with him and worked hard with his training. To get him on his side I taught him to do Dead Melvin, on his side he went. Went back and showed her, she thought that it was really cute and would make him perform that for everyone. Well We would learn all his commands very fast and before the other puppies. Before I knew it this little guy was learning his commands and hand signals. He learned,sit, stay, come, down, back, heal, this is what she taught him. On my own I thought him, to dance left and right, jump through a hool-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a-&lt;/span&gt;hoop. under and over, weave through my legs, dead Melvin. Well he was quit entertaining. I thought this would make a good therapy dog. Well that did not happen. You will find out why soon enough. Well this was pretty cute too. He loved to get puppy puffers. He would put his neck to your lips and loved getting a puffer. He would run from person to person throwing his little neck on your lips. What a fun little puppy he was. Well we went through obedience class. Now in closing I will say this. Eventually the cat that walked on the chairs to avoid him ended up being his best friend. The Kitten to this day hates him. Go figure! How he got his name Melvin, I was bringing in the groceries and a little voice in my head said, "name him Melvin." It fits him. I like it because when I tell people his name it makes them laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-5375893187184821984?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/5375893187184821984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=5375893187184821984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5375893187184821984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/5375893187184821984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-getting-starting.html' title='just getting starting.'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIojs-69k8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgxFP6mklQI/s72-c/MelvinTraining1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246722220849738115.post-3325756055641759183</id><published>2008-07-24T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:15:31.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melvins beginning'/><title type='text'>Melvin's beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIji6Pc7F5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/liLNf90bjxE/s1600-h/MelvinLook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226676857771595666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIji6Pc7F5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/liLNf90bjxE/s320/MelvinLook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to start this because I think it is important for me to talk about. You see I have a 3 year old 8lbs. chihuahua. He came to us this cute little 6 week old puppy. Cute as could be weighing in at 2 3/4 lbs. Always wanting a chihuahua, I got this one free from a ex co-worker. Yes I know that 6 weeks is very young. But in some ways I look at Melvin as a rescue dog. You see he was not getting the best of care, which resulted in the death of his one and only sibling. Prior to getting him, I was told that his mother fell down the stairs. Three weeks later she took the dog to the vet, she had a broken collar bone. So for three weeks this 8 year old dog suffered. Then later to find that not only did she fall down the stairs so did Melvin's brother. Also the Pekingese they had. Ok my question is how does a 5 week old puppy fall down the stairs? Later his brother was sufficated in a quilt that her young son put into the box. He wanted to keep the puppies warm. Heart felt thought on the childs part. But this child was left alone to care for these puppies by himself in his room. Scary! I beleive he was 10. Well I really believe that the dogs were knocked down the stairs. More than once my co-worker came into work and was drunk. So I think it happen in a drunken stupper. So you see that is why I pushed to get this dog a.s.a.p. She did say that the mother was no longer caring for the puppy. It was cute, She brought him to me at work. I put him in the kennel he looked like he was in a mansion,so tiny and small in there. We had a long drive home and he cried, so I took him out and held him. He settled right down. I put him back into his kennel to take him into the house. At the time we had four cats, and a elderly cocker spaniel. I opened the kennel door and he came out, looked around and was right at home. The cocker could of cared less. The cats were not so sure. My two doughters thought he was really cute.He just scampered around the kitchen.My husband came home and almost lost it on his tininess,(new word). We had already decided that we would litter box train him. It was january after all. He does not have much fur. So My husband and I went ot the store to get him some things. Piddle pads, a box, a few toys. I also bought a plastic rodent fence for him. Thinking he would sleep in that. Well we came home with all our treasures. put down a mat, and gave him his new teddy bear toy. He climbs up on my oldest daughter's lap reaches down grabs his mat and drags it up on her lap then grabs the bear. Pretty darn funny. He was soooo cute. So I then set up his little home inside the round fence. Needless to say we were pretty tired by this time. So off to bed we all went leaving the little un-named puppy to his new home. NO sooner had our heads hit the pillow and that little guy was out and in our room. How did he do that! So I scooped him up and off to sleep we went. To be continued...Check out Melvin's dance on You tube...techno acid trip chihuahua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246722220849738115-3325756055641759183?l=journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/feeds/3325756055641759183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1246722220849738115&amp;postID=3325756055641759183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3325756055641759183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246722220849738115/posts/default/3325756055641759183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofachihuahua.blogspot.com/2008/07/melvins-beginning.html' title='Melvin&apos;s beginning'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03831073557131129731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SHa-31j8VnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DvWMh7MoQPA/S220/IMG_3871+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-3ewqACHFw/SIji6Pc7F5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/liLNf90bjxE/s72-c/MelvinLook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
