Official Chinese Crested Butt Warmer

dogs are silly. cresties are no exception. they are silly little beans, full of clown like behaviour. they are little shit disturbers, theives of items (you dont want them to have) from coffee tables, laundry hampers, your dinner plate. most of all, they are 'velcro dogs' where you are, they want to be. what you are doing, the want to do. cats, im told, can be much the same, should the mood strike them. i have had a kittie for the last 8 years. shes a wonderful, bitchy little creature, and i lover her dearly. and i have never used the bathroom alone, since 2004. little dog, until middle dog came home, has been the most attached to me. she follows me around the house. she follows me into the bathroom, just to supervise you know? make sure i manage things ok. she is also , my butt warmer. any time and any where i lay on my stomach : bam. there she is. she lays down on my butt. to keep it warm? it always makes me laugh.

make me out to be a liar

facebook, is my first go-to for rants about small dogs mischievious endevours. only becuse my blackberry is always within fingers reach, and i can instantly post into facebook and twitter from it. and so, pictures of things that have been destroyed get posted. my status gets updated with rants about her being a jack ass and driving me up the wall. friends/family read this posts, and see the pictures. then they come over, or i take her out somewhere with me, and shes good as gold. and im always being told 'i cant belive you would post such rubbish. how could anything this sweet and this cute have such a rein of terror. shes an angel'

no. shes not. shes the devil, dressed as a cute little dog, with a very sweet face, who is cunning, and destructive. she annoys the cat, screams at the window - at nothing. and she somehow pulls my underware from the hamper, presents it to a room full of people, then goes to town humping said underware in the middle of the room for all to see. dont let the precious little face fool you. shes the devil.

BEAMING dog mother of 3 + cat

everything is going so well in the terms of adding a new pack member to the group. everyones getting in on snuggles, enjoying solo time, treat time, play out side time. middle dog, is **wonderful** a sweet, sensitive little poppit, who follows me around like a little shadow. when i talk to her, her little tail pops out from under her and waggs. no snarling or growling from big dog. its funny, not so much funny 'haha' , more funny strange, that cresties are kind of, well, partial to other cresties. when my brother in law bring his dog over, who a pug-beagle mix, the cat takes off and hides.... big dog put on the BIGGEST attitude. she hates him! i know of people, who have cc's and they have other breeds in their packs. theres always an adjustment period. cc's however, give them 10 - 15 mintues, and the chaos of meeting a new dog is over, and they can co-exist peacefully. their breed-specific-ness amuses me. that being said, big dog, not only is she breed specific, shes also RACIST!! that was an experience i will never forget. we went to visit my breeder when we - i - decided she needed a puppy friend. amongst the little little dog came from, there were some BEAUTFUL powder puffs, whos colourings were almost brindle. there where white puppies, and black puppies. my breeder had sent me pictures, so id have an idea, before going to see them ... i kinda had my heart set on this wee lil black puppy, who was so hairless, he may as well had been an american hairless terrier or a Xoloitzcuintli. we arrive, and say our hellos, then my breeder goes and gets the puppies. i held the little black puppy out to her, she let out a tiny snarl, turned her nose up and walked away !!  couldnt believe it. my dogs a racist! with my fiance being a ginger, he wanted to see the ginger puppy my breeder told us about. she brings out the ginger puppy. big dog comes over, takes a sniff, gives her a lick as if to say, this one will do, now can we please get the hell out of here?

my dogs make me laugh. every day. and now that we have the final addition, im stuck. on cloud nine, i may never come down. and im totally fine with that!

insanity takes hold, im now a dog mother of 3 +cat

its happened. yesterday, i made the 2.5 hour drive (each way) to pick up middle dog. shes GORGEOUS. and so sweet. shes got these ears, one up one down. i have always wanted a dog with these ears, as every time a dog with these ears looks at me, one up one down, my heart just melts. and i got a little history lesson.  the lady whom i get my dogs from, got big dog and middle dog at the same time (i adopted my very first crestie, big dog when she was just shy of 2 years old) so the 2 of them actually grew up together. middle dog used to have 2 ears that stood right up, just like big dog. breeder lady came home from work one day, to find one of middle dogs ears broken. shes pretty sure that big dog did it, playing, while she was at work. its funny , when you ask big dog 'did you break your sisters ear?' she gives you the same sly look that a child would give you ' i dont know what your taking about' but it clearly says 'LIES' across her forehead. id bet the last $5 to my name, that yes, big dog did infact break middle dogs ear when they were little.

theres no denying that she belongs. we went out for a little walk last night, and just like me, shes a bit on the jumpy side, startles easliy. she was SO focused on a guy walking down the side walk she walked face first into, yup a tree. shes not too sure about her new daddy yet, and was watching him in the kitchen. when he (not intnetionally) moved towards her, she went to turn and walk away..... so busy watching him and not where she was going, turned face first.... into the fridge. yup. her and i ? clearly soul mates.

i must be crazy

big dog is gulping down my coffee, little dog is ontop of the kitchen table terrorizing the cat and i am on the phone making arrangements to pick up our newest eddition to the family ... another dog. i must be insaine... or a total sucker for their sweet little faces. or both? i dont know. thats for my shrink to decide.  this new addition will be the monkey in the middle. the medium dog. 'dog m' i think will be her blog name. she is small dogs biological mother. and big dogs bff , from back in the day before she was mine. so really, shes already part of the family. thankfully, i am already prepared. just need some bleech to sanitize a hand-me-down crate. and BAM. all ready. beds, clothes, leashes collars, i've got it all. mainly becuase big dog grew out of a bunch of stuff that i bought for her when i first got her, and little dog refused to grow up into any of it. BUT. as they say, everything happens for a reason . as i am debating the best way of introducing the dogs to eachother, and getting the new pack member settled in, still making it clear: MUMS the pack leader, MUMS the boss, MUM CONTROLS THE FOOD... small dog is down from the table, and up in the cat tree growling (at nothing) out the front window. whered i put my coffee ? thank you big dog. its SPOTLESS. youd never know theres was coffee in there. oh look, small dogs humping my underware in the middle of the living room.

mother of dogs, i am crazy ; crazy for cresteds!!

Fact : coffee is awesome

any one  knows me at all, knows that i am a full on coffee junkie. i love coffee. i drink, sleep , poop, shop, thinking about coffee. i love coffee. APARENTLY big dog likes coffee too. she likes it so much, she feels the need to share - my coffee. it only takes a second. a split second. turn around and answer the phone, i dare you! you will find her eye balls deep in the mug of coffee, gulping it down. by the time i can shriek 'get the fuck away from my coffee dog!' said coffee is gone. and big dogs got an epic smirk on her face. its not like i can get mad, coffee is awesome, but seriously, if you like it so much, get a job and buy your own!

Mr. piggies lobodomy, and emergency stuffy first aide

dogs will be dogs. the devil will only be the devil. little dog decided that one of her toys, Mr. Piggie to be specific, needed to be lobodomized. i am sitting on the couch this morning. half alseep, as the girls woke me up at daft o'clock to pee and have breakfast. i hear some very excited shredding of fabric and stuffing. i open my eyes to see little dog, ripping out the stuffing of Mr. Piggie through a hole in his forhead. poor Mr. Piggie. 'Hey! what did he do to deserve that?' she stops killing, looks up at me for a moment, and then continues. aparently she had just had enough of his shit.

on occation, a toy needs first aide. sometimes even, emergency surgery. big dogs tootsie roll, for example, required some surgery yesterday. its the only toy she gives a shit about, and i have a mind to order 50 of them off the internet, as back ups. little dog has gotten her little razor teeth into tootsie roll a few times. and pulled out stuffing, and a sqeak maker. and so yesterday,  i ran said tootsie through the sewing machine (aka bam) patched some holes, and sewed shut the seam little dog had ripped open. the entire time i am sewing , big dog is under my feet, axiously waiting for her toy to be returned to her. once i was done with bam, i gave the toy to big dog, and she took off like a bat out of hell down the stairs to the couch. happy happy girl and now as i type, little dog has the tootsie, and is infact, humping it.

mmmmmmm dead stuff

the move into the new fancy house went well. however, we had not been here 24 hours yet, and big dog found a dead something in the back yard. clearly, there is no ignoring a dead thing. and so. she rolled in it. and after chasing her away from the offending dead thing, little dog decided she wanted to try and eat the dead thing. so i am running around the back yard like a mental person, trying to keep both dogs away from the dead thing. HA. a mothers revenge:

 both dogs got a bath AND had their teeth cleaned. muah hahaha!!