Dog Park Tails

Hey Ho, Teddy here.

Dog pals, I got some good news for ya.  I made a new dog pal the other day.  His name is Pepito and he lives ALL the way over in California.  I don’t know where that is, but Mom said it would be a long car trip from where we are in Minnesota.  Emmie heard “long car trip,” and she’s been begging to go ever since.

So anyway, dog pals, Mom talked with Pepito’s mom over something called Twitter and they thought it would be a good idea for me & Pepito to talk.  So I get to talk with Pepito and hear about how dogs live in California!  HA!

Hi Pepito, Teddy here.  It’s good to talk with ya and get to know ya.  Do you like playing in the snow, Pepito?  Cuz I gotta tell ya, it’s coming down here!

Hey Teddy, Pepito here.  Thanks for having me on your blog.  I’m used to being in front of the camera, showing off my best side…ya know, growling and stuff.  I don’t get no speaking lines, not even a few words enough to get into the guild!  It just ain’t right, man.

For the record, I’m in the other beach blond, silicone pumped, sunburnt rump, Smart Car driving state: Florida. I can’t tell the difference between the 2 of them either to tell ya the truth. They both have humans walking around half-naked.

Sorry, dog pal, about thinking you were in California.  Hey, you’re in the movies, that’s neat!  But you don’t know what snow is?  Dog pal, I’ve never met anyone who didn’t know about snow.  You must live in a very special place!  What do you do down there in Florida?

Snow?  What’s snow?  Lemme look it up: white, fluffy, and cold.  You mean that’s what they call whipped cream in Minnesota?  And it’s coming down in buckets?  Dude, I’m SO coming over.  I only get a measly squirt of it here in the morning cuz I have to share my portion with something called “coffee.”

No, dog pal!  You gotta come here & play in the SNOW with me and Emmie!  Not whipped cream!  Snow is white, fluffy and cold rain, dog pal.  Has nothing to do with coffee.  Hey, Pepito, does your mom walk you on a leash, or do you get to run free?

Simone’s Grandma used to walk with me and Mitza (my side kick) around the block so I mark my territory on a daily basis.  Then some monster attacked and bit Mitza hard so we never went back for walks around the block again.  I got props for escaping out of my harness in the midst of the attack and ran straight home to get help for Grandma.  But between you and me, I could’ve taken on those 2 pitbulls myself if no one had ran out to pry them off the Mitza just in time.

But boy, you should see the big back yard we have to run around in now!! In my opinion, it’s so much better than being pulled around on a string. Is that what they call it?  Leash?  I’d like to see my human walk on a leash.  If she won’t walk on a leash, I don’t want to either.

Sorry to hear about Mitza, good thing she got rescued & that you ran home to get help for your Grandma.  But, HA! I can just see humans walking each other around on leashes!

And don’t get me started on the pooch purse!  So no, I won’t let Simone in on this one, she’ll try to tell you how great it is.  All lies, I tell ya!  Let it be clear, that’s not a pooch purse, that’s a torture devise used to induce claustrophobia on unsuspecting dogs.  Yeah, I actually googled up that word.  I got stuffed in there like a turkey on Thanksgiving and schlepped around in that, that portable cage purse!  I’m a manly dog, I don’t go around in girly purses!!  If she ever puts me in that thing again I’m biting her nose.

I’m glad they don’t make dog purses big enough for me and Emmie!  Whew, saved on that one!  Do they have dog parks there?  What are they like?  I’ll bet you know a lot of good dog pals!

See, that’s the other thing.  The humans took me to a park once.  I was just about to have some fun, ya know, kicking around, showing the other dudes there who’s the Alpha dog in the park, the usual stuff – when my human picked me up, put me back in the car, and took me home.  I was just getting started too!!  Had those dogs fearing me, I tell ya.  I don’t know what she was thinking…kept rambling on, something about “bad dog, can’t take you anywhere without causing a scene.”  I was too busy checking out the cute Chihuahua Chica in the other car to listen to her.

I can tell you’re a dog pal after my own heart, Pepito.  Boy, I’d tell Mom a thing or two if she even thought about bringing me and Emmie home early from the dog park!  Heck, where else do we get to read such terrific p-mail?  Hey, at least you got something out of it, huh?  You got to see the cute Chihuahua Chica! What’s you’re favorite thing about Florida, Pepito?

They don’t make me wear foo-fy clothes here in the winter.

Glad you don’t have to wear foo-fy clothes, cuz I can tell, dog pal, you’re the Dude!  How did you pick up a name like Pepito?  I’ve never heard of a Pepito here in Minnesota!

My human who I adopted the second time around didn’t like the name I came with.  She said “Yahoo” is an internet name, not a Chihuahua name.  So she named me Pepito.  She thinks I came from Mexico.  Little does she know I came from the other side of town!

HA!  You pulled a fast one on your human!  HA!  Hey Pepito, do they have cats in Florida?

Yes, and I think my other human (Simone’s mamma) has all of them at her house!!  Hey Teddy, can I tell you where other dog pals can find me?

You betcha, Pepito, we dog pals gotta stick together!

You can follow my rants and raves on twitter, username iPepito (like in iChihuahua,but it’s iPepito.  Actually, some chump who hasn’t been on twitter in ages already has my name.  Can someone ask him to cancel his deadbeat account already and give me back my name?): www.twitter.com/iPepito.†

And oh, I also have my own YouTube Channel (ThePeptioWorld).  If only my videographer and producer would get cracking on more of my shows.  How’s a guy supposed to get world famous on just few measly shows??”

That’s, cool, Pepito.  I’ve never been on a show.  Hey Pepito!  Gotta run! I just hear Mom tell Emmie we’re going to the dog park to play in the snow!  Good talking with ya, dog pal!

Over & out,

Teddy

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