Few words about the word “Bitch” by Chica

I would like to set the record straight. The word bitch means female dog. Plain and simple. The connotation you put on the word, it's on your own dirty minds. If I say I am bitch, you might take it two or three different ways. First, the one I just explained above. The second, you might think I am some kind of mean and heartless being. The third, means a female that get things done.

Let me dwell in the last two. So the second means bad, right? Regardless of sex, all dogs can be mean and heartless at some point or another (depending on how we are raised). So I don’t know how this word ended up meaning you are mean. Check me out (pictures below).

Do you think I qualify as connotation #2? But, guess what? I am still a bitch no matter what angle or pose or cuteness level.

Numero 3. This one I gotta say, I am starting to like. Some of my female human counterparts are bringing the word back and beyond to the point that now it means a powerful female that’s not afraid to rise to the top and if you are not a bitch, you will accomplish nothing. Well, anyways that's my feeling.

Even though I am gentle Chihuahua and peaceful bitch, I say there is nothing wrong with connotation #3. And like I heard once: Bitches Unite!

Through Mico's Mind

These days I find myself sleeping more. I still love life and enjoy the same things (bark at the neighbor's cat and chasing birds), but resting belly up has become one of my favorite things.

So, I asked Mico (the poodle terrier mix I got stuck with) to blog for me; after all, this is called Dog Dayz, so I figure he was up for the challenge. Below is an excerpt of what goes through his mind.

".... stroll, stroll, stroll, wag, wag, wag, eat, eat, eat... wait, what's that?... chase the bird, chase the bird... wait something shiny... kill the cat, kill the cat.... lick my (none of your business)... I think me got 500 words."

Now you know why I don't have a more complete blog. Here is a picture of our last backyard vacation. 

Don't Give a Dog A Blog

Really, don't give a dog a blog cause there is no telling when he will post next. Not because I have nothing to say or bark about, but because I don't have apposable thumbs. So, I have to relay on a big headed woman to type my thoughts.

I'll be serious for a moment, it is a fact that some dogs live like kings and some dogs live like, well dogs. Some of as are part of a family unit, some are companions, some are more than pets, some are part of a job.  There is no democracy between dogs, we make our rules when we see other dogs, and we apply this instinctual guidelines with other dogs. There is no, what do you think or how should I "approach this" process.

There is however, a system between our wiser beings, the humans as I called them, we behave well we get rewarded. Simple. Misbehave and well, you can imagine what happens.

So, how come we dogs have a set of different etiquette with ourselves and the humans. Shouldn't everything be equal?... That is something to ponder...

What crosses to a dog's mind?

Many people for many centuries have wonder the question of what crosses a dog's mind. Many wanna decipher the ancient all inquiry of man's best friends. Well, let me tell you. It is not that complicated to guess. Here is an example of an episode in my life.

A Moment if the Life of Chuco.

I was walking with Mico and my annoying sister Chica through my quiet neighborhood. I should also mention that everybody and their dog (no pun intended) have a dog or two. As we gracefully stroll, two of my equivalents run through the front yard with offensive barks they greed us. Let's call this two Tuco and Squatty (and yes that's what I call them out loud).

Tuco and  Squatty are my two neighbors that collide at the back of my crib.We hear them yap all the time. Of course, like good dogs we are, we respond to their yap with more yap. It has been a constant battle. Tuco and Squatty think they own the whole block. Mico and I are here to tell them, hells no!

So we meet snout to snout. These two call us names, that I don't care to remember. Only a picket fence separate us. Mico and I are not scared we sink our snouts to bark even louder. Mico is new at this, so he gets in a bit of a shock. Mico has finally found the two yappers and instead of bark he emits a high pitch yell. Translation to human language: not me, you, not me, yours, not me, you, not me, yours. Over and over again till we have gone far enough that we couldn't see them.

Where is Chica in all this? Hiding. I said it once and say it again. She doesn't know she is a dog. In all this she was confused. She wasn't saying anything but her expression was of disbelief. This is not happening, waaah!

And me? . . . well I have taken a boxer and pitbull mix (don't mind my toothlessness). I am not saying that I have won. I am just saying I am not afraid of a little blood. I could have jumped the fence and kicked those two. They deserved. Only because they live in all the corner doesn't mean they own the whole block.

I rather take this peacefully, but those two didn't give me a choice. After all, I am a dog. And I am doing what dogs do, be unpredictable.

Reservoir Dogs, what a scam!

So for my next entry, I thought I could review a couple of movies that will have dogs in it. So browsing my queue and I stumble upon "Reservoir Dogs", and I thought what a cool movie this will be. The movie itself was pretty good (this fellow Tarantino is going to be big, keep an eye). But there were no dogs in this film. False advertisement! how dare does this guy named a movie and put no dogs, no reference of why in the heck they are called reservoir dogs with a detail explanation!!? Okay, there was one dog which wasn't the greatest acting either. This German Shepard doing what German Shepards do, bark, bark, bark (no training required, I do that on my sleep!) And at the end of the movie (if you haven't seen it do no continue reading), everybody dies. I have to say that till the last moment I was expecting another dog jumping on the screen. I am left with a moral at the end of the story, we dogs have to unionized!

My next movie review, "Amores Perros".

Vlog just became Blog, I just learn how to spell!

I am sorry to disappoint you, and not keeping you up to date with my shenanigans (I am sure most of you are relieved). I haven't done absolute anything this summer besides eating, drinking (water, that is!) and sleeping. But at least I have one good news and some progress done towards my stardom: We got accepted to a film festival, and got good responses, but enough with the pathetic stuff (our 15 minutes of fame are over anyway).

The Gopher, Dallas Video Fest version will be up soon, and when I mean soon I mean before this year ends.

It was decided that I will move onto the new era or blogging and get an account like any other pathetic soul out there that begs to be found (I have no idea by whom).

I haven't giving up on my dreams to stardom; I am just collapsing all my projects into one. It will be called "Random Animal". And yes, I will let you know when it's out (translation: I will nag the freaking existence of your life if you don't check me out)