HO HO HO

Well, we pirates did eventually get our turkey..........

The humans even cooked it and shredded it into pirate dog size chunks for us.  It's all gone now but we heard there's a ham for the coming holiday in the fridge.  Bet Anton or the Captain figures out a way for us to get more than our share of that...........

For the rest of you,

MERRY  CHRISTMAS AND

HAPPY NEW YEAR

From Los Perros Piraticus

Better

In the previous post we made it clear how unfair we felt the humans were being this Thanksgiving.   We want leftover turkey.  Well, Anton Chico decided to do something about it:

He really hates Peckatina.  And we didn't have the heart to tell him "That's not a turkey, bro."  As for Peck, she wishes the wire on the pen had bigger holes so she could show that chihuahua a real chicken kiss!!!!!

BTW, we saw the dad put a turkey in the freezer so we'll be having leftovers anyway, maybe just not this Friday......

HAPPY  THANKSGIVING

From The Pirate Dogs-----Los Perros Piraticus

Thanksgiving 2012 Complaints

It's the week before Thanksgiving here in the Chihuahuan desert.  The night-time temperatures have driven the chihuahuas into the depths of the quilts on the bed and every chair or sofa has to have a blanket or comforter they can burrow under.

Anton Chico is cold

Readers in colder climes need to appreciate the fact that although this is the Sunbelt, the Southwest, the elevation is 3900ft above sea level and with the 300plus days of warm sun, temperatures in the 50s feel cold to these small canines for whom the desert is named......

We don't understand the big deal about Thanksgiving.  We don't consider it much of a holiday.  This year the humans are going to dinner with some friends.  That means we get stuck in the Nargle all day. And to add insult to injury, we are sure there will be NO LEFTOVERS.  If we weren't pretty certain the animal control officers would split up the crew, we'd complain of abuse.

Especially because we've overheard the humans planning a trip to some bird watching place on Friday!!!!  Another day cooped up!!!!  Life is just NOT FAIR----why we're being treated like DOGS.  Those Klingon Kats better beware when we get let out of here.........

Fall 2012

The arrival of fall in the high desert of New Mexico happens pretty suddenly.  One day it's mid-90 degrees during the day and in the 70's at night, the next it's only in the low 80's during the day and the 50's at night.  Like last week when there were two record lows recorded for that date in history.

The humans went on Sunday to one of the harbingers of fall---a hot air balloon festival.  This one was at White Sands National Monument, long professed by them as one of their favorite places.  From the pictures, it must have been very cool.

balloons rising above a dune

up up and away.....

just cruisin'

a baloon shaped like an airplane

Smokey the Bear was there

alomg wih a cheeky, winking Klingon Kat

The humans left at 5:30 in the morning---we slept in in the Nargle.  Balloons are cool but we'll wait until they lift off closer at a more accomodating hour.

Another sign of fall is their increased activity which usually means we get more time in the Nargle to train for assaults on the Klingon Kats.  Recently they went to the Mesilla Valley Bosque State Park for a show about animals in the park.  You can see those videos here.  Our favorite is the javelina because Dweezil sort of loks like one, all the wiry hair......

Dweezil

But the most reliable portent of autumn is the behavior of the chihuahuas.  These little Southwestern natives have been insisting on getting under the covers on the bed or the afghan on the sofa.  As Anton Chico demonstrates, it doesn't take very cold temps for them to need their blankies....

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Another Loss

R I P Commodore Cody.

Although you were a Klingon Kat, you were a brave warrior and earned the respect of the Nargle's crew.  While we will not mourn you as we did Bertequila, we will still mourn. 

Cody was born in July, 1995 and succumbed to various body system failures the night of July 18, 2012.  He was called a "geriatric cat" in 2007 by a veterinarian back east, before the hejira to New Mexico.  He survived 17 years.

While a kitten, Cody played and lived fiercely.  Both Bertequila's and PeteyPablo's penchant for dragging him about by his aural appendages reminded the humans of Cody doing the same to his older sister, the late Keeker-ecca.

We will miss the Commodore and wish him god-speed to the Rainbow Bridge where he will await the Pirate Dogs and his humans, whiling away the hours with Keeker, St. Hannah, and the other pets who preceded him............... 

Nerd Prom 2012

It's been very busy around here and we've been neglecting our writing.  So......

As election season ramps up with the "nerd prom" we figured we'd share this http://www.krwg.org/post/president-obama-white-house-correspondents-dinner

We're sure our readers will see the resemblance between the First Dog and our Captain

Think of how much less expensive it would have been, not to mention the wealth of assistance in running the show, the captain of the Nargle would have been compared to that Portu-gee water thing.....

Dweezil the Weasel

It was a week before Christmas. Fate had an early present in store for us.

This black furry thing was wandering down the road.  Long body.  Long tail.  One of those scrub-brush-type terrier-ish faces.  The shortest legs you've ever seen.

It took our mom over an hour to entice the thing into the yard, at a cost of string cheese sticks she never shared with us.  Took the dad another hour, later in the evening, in the midst of a holiday gathering of their human friends, to get the thing into the house.  At which point the squat long creature made itself totally at home, snuggling into the lap of whomsoever would allow it .  You'd think the little creep had been around as long as the rest of us!!!

A few days later he was gone---dug under the fence.  Good riddance.  Or would have been, had the mongrel not returned that evening.  The following week-end he escaped through an open gate as human friends were leaving.  But he showed back up an hour or two later and has been with us ever since.

Dweezil the Weasel, short and stubby and long

So we've had no choice but to add him to the crew of the Pirate Dogs with the rank of Midshipman.  He has been a challenge for Ensign Pablo the Lobster to indoctrinate into the culture of the CPSS Nargle but there is visible progress.  And, unlike the rest of us who choose not to so degrade ourselves,

Dweezil can dance

Westminster Again

It gets more absurd every time it happens!!!  That foolish dog show in New York City!  We Pirate Dogs have discussed it before.  Yet the idiocy persists.


This year there's a new breed---the Xoloitzcuintli.  It's suposed to be the "national dog of Mexico."  All we Pirate Dogs can say about this is---"AS IF!!!!"  


As our newest crew member Anton Chico commented----there is already a TRUE national dog of Mexico who has a desert and a Mexican state named for the breed--Chihuahua.  Time the fools at the American Kennel Club got off their recreational drugs and back to earth.  Why any self-respecting dog would believe they have been into the cat-nip!!!!!!!   

Classic Chihuahua

Fulfillment

It is written thus:

"Any self-respecting gathering of more than one chihuahua should have an Anton Chico. We don't---but hopefully the humans will add one soon!!!"


So wrote the late Midshipman and Chronicler Bertequila on this blog at this link: http://piratedogspilgrims.blogspot.com/2009/12/anton-chico.html.  Now, over two years since his passing, his statement has become reality.

It started as an innocent Saturday.  The humans had breakfast with friends.  They proceeded to the Las Cruces Farmers Market, one of the best in the country.  At the far end, the Animal Service Center of the Mesilla Valley had its usual assortment of dogs hoping to be saved through adoption from a shortening of their lives.  The friends found one, a scruffy terrier mix who could easily star in a live version of the Disney classic "Lady and the Tramp." 


But our humans found the prophesied one.  There in a crate, resting with his tail in the water dish, the tag declaring him to be "Chico", he lay.  And the humans, cognizant of the prophecy, gave the shelter workers a deposit, returned home, took the First Mate and the Ensign to meet with him, and returned with the newest member of the crew of the CPSS Nargle,  Anton Chico:

the morning sun shines on Anton Chico

The descendant of those heroic chihuahuas of yore has settled right into his new lifestyle:

Anton relaxes

With this addition, the crew is complete.  The exact number of Pirate Dogs has become classified "Top Secret" to forestall any untoward actions by their fierce foes, the Klingon Kats.

Posted by Captain 'Roid

PS--Happy New Year to All from the intrepid crew of the Nargle