Well! Slap me. I'm a new Mother...

Don’t you dare add another word to my title! (I got my eye on you)

I have visiting Chihuahuas. My Mid-daughters horrible, un-disciplined, not reliably potty-trained, mean, nasty, loud, and nearly un-lovable 2 little snots!

I have hate in my heart for them. But I fake it. Out of deference to my Daughter.

We crate their barky-barky little butts at night. I quietly rejoice everynight when their bedtime comes.

Well, it seems they are having trouble settling in the crate. I’ve put a high-priorty on the potty training. (I have no formal training in dog potty needs. I just know to watch for the signs and feed on a regular schedule. It has worked for every dog I’ve ever had. Even my special needs Yorkie.)

Me working with them has made them look to me as the pack leader. Oh, noes…they like me. Now they can’t sleep in a crate. They have to be with me at night. So…I now have 4 dogs in my bed. And 2 disapproving cats giving me stink-eye from the head board.

I had a tele-visit with my diabetic clinic this morning. The 2 Chihuahuas started yapping. I gave one dirty look, snapped my fingers and they both shut-up and sat down, watching my face.

I’m a new Mother. It seems I unknowingly adopted 2 nearly unlovable Chihuahuas.

Awww. The squint-eye look has gone from their faces. I now get moist-eyed loving looks as they try to determine how to make me happy. Bark, bark, bark has diminished.

And, I never even used the squirt bottle.

Egads :smack:

Slap you where?

Uh, I thought it was the new baby that got slapped.

Hee, I thought some unexpected Chihuahua puppies were born.

The little devils can do more than bark and poop. :wink:

Acey, they are fixed. 2 boys, anyway.

I bought an over sized chair a coupla years ago so the pets could sit with me and not be crowded. At this very moment I’m sitting in my chair and I have 4 dogs on my lap all jostling for a spot. The cats are behind my head on the back of the chair.
Mid-daughter walked in and started laughing.
And walked out.

I can’t move or breathe deep or the dogs all start fussing again and the cats get pissed.

Dogs have excellent judgment, even the tiny yappy ones. You should consider it an honor to be so readily accepted as a canine Mommy! It means you’re a good person. :slight_smile:

Never mind about the cats. If they’re hanging around, you know they’re just plotting ways to kill you!

That’s a good thread title for the Dope, Becks. Just don’t use it on Craigslist. :slight_smile:

Well, you are now Queen of the Chihuahuas. I would demand tributes and adulation instead of allowing loyal subjects to take over the throne; then again, you’re outnumbered.

So six months from now, are you still going to have young Wreks, grandwreks, and your loyal subjects living with you? Is this your new normal–or, to be more accurate, your new abnormal?

Does this mean that no matter what, the chee-hua-huas live there now Beck? Will there be a formal adoption?

I have hopes Mid-daughter and entourage will eventually return to New Orleans. She does own a condo and her Husband is there.
N.O. is in bad shape. It’s never really recovered from Katrina.

The lil’wrekker has hopes of returning to her University in the fall. No word on that yet. Her boyfriend needs to find work soon.

The governor of Arkansas is opening up the state, this week.
I’m doomed if they all start going out. I’ll never live through the virus.

Mr.Wrekker can’t fish at the lake yet. It’s a state park and those will remain closed for a while longer.
He’s planning a hog hunt to Texas, soon.

But, ol’Beck will stay home. I’m not sure of anything, anywhere. Too scared.

Swampy, the Chihuahuas will go home when Mid-daughter goes. Better behaved and better potty-trained. :smiley:
I don’t need 2 more pups. I have enough.

There are 2 pugs in this house - one is my daughter’s and one is my husband’s. There’s also a Bengal cat - my husband’s. When I settle in on the recliner, guess where they all end up?? Go ahead, guess!!

FCD’s pug is between my feet on the foot rest, Taz (the cat) tucks himself under my left arm and stretches down my left leg, and the other pug curls up next to me. MY cat, on the other hand - the one I rescued - stays behind the recliner unless I bring out treats, but that’s another tale.

Anyway, it’s not the sort of thing I had in mind when hoping for animal magnetism. :stuck_out_tongue:

Only between naps. So 4-6 hours waking hours a day. And subtract the times spent scratching and feeding and staring at things only they can see.

I believe Bear my male Meezer would forego naps and lounging if he thought it would cause me to fret over the fact he’s plotting his next diabolical scheme to make my life hell.

He’s just that evil.
Meeko the female will go along with him. For reasons. :eek: