Woof. Bark. Growl. Howwwwllll
Oh, sorry, I forgot I needed to speak human.
Alpha let me borrow her blog because I just had to vent.
You see, it all started about 2 weeks ago. I was just sitting around minding my own business, licking what I pleased and chewing on my toys. Life was great!
I mean, Alpha was always trying to brush the giant knots out of my fur but aside from that, life was one big air-conditioned dog house!
Then one evening, Alpha started running around like a crazy lady, dragging down these big things with wheels and throwing clothes in them. The older pups started grabbing pillows and stuffed animals - which, by the way they do NOT share with me - and Alpha's mate started stuffing all kinds of wires and gadgets into bag after bag.
I had no clue what was going on but when Alpha told me we were going for a car ride, I was psyched! She was so nice, gave me a treat and didn't even make me sit in that crate in the car.
When we pulled up to the "place that shall not be named," Alpha was all "come on sweet Chewie. That's a good boy, Chew Chew" so I was not too freaked out. I overheard Alpha say something like "please do what you can with his fur" but I figured they would try to brush me or give me a bath. Not my cup of kibble but I figured I would survive.
What happened next makes my nub of a tail tuck way under. In fact, I think I've blocked most of it out but suffice it to say it was the worst 9 days of my entire 6 month old life!
After Alpha left, the days all blurred together. One day they stuck me with needles. Another day I took a nap and when I woke up, I was missing my FAMILY JEWELS! The family jewels people. There goes any hope I ever had for leading my own pack!
And if that was not bad enough, just look what they did to me.
This is what I looked like the day before Alpha took me to the vet:
And this is what I look like now:
When she came to pick me up she told them they had the wrong dog!
It was humiliating.
Ok, sure, less fur means I am cooler but, seriously? I. Look. Ridiculous!
My name is Chewbacca people. Have you ever seen a HAIRLESS WOOKIE?
Please tell me it will grow back!
And while you are at it, please tell Alpha to stop calling me the "The Rat."
Yes, I am sure he is really missing all those loud, yappy puppies at the breeder.
And he never has any fun. See?
Let's take another look at little Chewbacca in that last pose:
Now take a look at a Star Wars AT-AT walker (and imagine it laying on its side in the same position as Chewie above):
Is it just us or is there a real similarity? Scott thinks giving him a Star Wars related name was providential :)
We're pretty sure Chewie has adapted to his new family. What do you think?
I had flashbacks this morning to when I had toddlers, as Chewie sat whining in his carrier while I took a shower. I wonder if he would prefer an Exersaucer? :)
(Everyone knows that the title of this post should be read with an accent, right?)
We have a new member of the family. Allow me to introduce...
Chewbacca Hughes. But we call him Chewie.
(Don't you just love that little Superman pose puppies do?!)
Chewie is a Schnoodle (1/2 mini Schnauzer, 1/2 mini Poodle), which means he does not shed and is hypoallergenic. This is key when three out of four members of your family suffer from seasonal and/or all year round allergies. (I'm looking at you, Scottie.)
How did we pick his name, you ask? Well, Scott and I picked him out at the breeder last week and brought a picture home to show the kids. We put his picture up on the big TV and told the kids to focus on his face and tell us what name they thought would work.
Will took about five seconds and then pronounced, "Chewbacca." And that was it. Of course he added that, "We could call him Chewie or Fuzzball or Walking Carpet because that is what people in Star Wars called him, too!" Ah, the child loves the classics, what can I say?
Eliza Grace did offer up Hagrid, which was given serious consideration. But eventually all four of us agreed upon Chewie.
Unfortunately, I have already called him Lucy twice and Saber, the neighbor's dog, once. Scott said he has called him Will once, too. And I find it too easy to call him Chew-chew. Little fella may be a tad confused.
Needless-to-say, we are all smitten with our new pup and we are fairly certain he is down-right pleased to be hanging with us. I just know Lucy is looking down from heaven at her little brother with a happy little bark!
Hanging with my Pops
Hey, you smell good!
I get two of these little people to play with?!
Hang on a sec dude, got an itch
Mom, enough with the pictures already!
Ok, someone point me to the kibble!
I'm a little tired. Mind if I just take a little rest right...zzzzzz
And this is what I look like now:
When she came to pick me up she told them they had the wrong dog!
