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

Refusal

As you can see from the picture, our flamingoes are covered in snow.  The whole orchard and desert resembles New England at this time of year, not New Mexico.  The only one who likes this stuff is the Captain:

'Roid loves the snow.  She couldn't wait to get out into the yard.  after a minute or so, she looks like this:

Snowbeard Lives!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for the chihuahuas, they refuse to even attempt to go outside.  Ever see a dog try to walk without its feet touching the ground???  And as for me, I grew up in Ohio and New Hampshire.  I see that white stuff and just hit the bed: 

Hope this climate change thing gets resolved soon.  I love my sun and desert!!!!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Feliz Navidad, Happy Kwanza, Peaceful Solstice to all!!

Leny

First Mate of the Pirate Dogs

Winter??????

Leny got up this morning and looked out the window.  Convinced she had been transported back to New Hampshire, she returned to the bed with a sorrowful and apprehensive sharpradorial expression:

She had looked out of several windows and realized that the white precipitation that had accumulated over the preceding evening was not an illusion or the product of some bad bone turks:

view from the front door

looking out the dining room window

luminaria in the snow

Yes, a winter storm had hit Las Cruces and left its detritus all around the mud shack.  And besides, Weetz had grabbed the best location to be in on such a day:

Weetz by the "heatz"

Life can just be frustrating sometimes for a New Hampshire transplant to the Southwest.

A Pirate Dogs Fantasy

Here we are, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, 2011.  Our parents tried to make us be cute, posing us on the patio:

Of course, Weetz and Petey Pablo gave our mom a hard time.  This is so lame!!!

We did relent and allow a picture---all of us but Leny.  She wanted no part of some staged sham with the turkey.  I mean, let's get real.  It's all about devouring turkey for both humans and canines.  This is the only thing that counts:

And hanging out around a table, in chairs, like poor humans have to do----that's just not our style.

Our dream is more like, the turkey's on the floor and we all get a shot, like the pack we are:

Ahhhhhhh, if only dreams came true..............

Of course, there's always a share of the left-overs.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

FROM THE PIRATE DOGS

Language

For all the talk about making English the official language of the U S, we Pirate Dogs don't get it.  We honestly don't see a lot of difference between what's said here in the Southwest and, say, expressions from Brooklyn.

Case in point---look at these pictures:

Here in Las Cruces we'd say " Look at dos chihuahuas" and in Brooklyn they'd say "Look at dose chihuahuas."  'Nuff said.

Geriatri-Cat

Old age comes to all of us.  Sooner or later, there's that crack in the joints in the morning.  Sometimes these little physical ailments are accompanied by some greying around the muzzle or the brow.  But the geriatric male Siamese known around these parts as Commodore Cody is really having a go of it.

In his younger days, say at around 10 when this picture was taken, he was spry and alert.  You can tell from the expression in this picture that he has a clue of what is transpiring in his environment.

Today, he mostly sits on the kitchen table, looking for food.  When he opens his mouth, he emits no sound.   His lack of volume and teary-eyed look prompted a friend of the humans to insist he be taken to the vet.  Aside from a large amount added to the credit card, the result of that visit was the verdict that the Commodore is a healthy geriatric gentleman who has been prescribed special cat chow just in case he has some possible kidney dysfunction.  (I forgot to mention he no longer relieves himself in the cat litter box but rather he performs this act on top of the cover of the box.)

So Cody, at his advanced age, sits on the table, looks pathetic, and gets loads of human attention and sympathy.  Just look at this picture: 

But we Pirate Dogs know the truth.  Incontinence.  Forgetting how to meow.  The blank stare.  Isn't is obvious???  Commodore Cody is now the Alzheimer's Kat!!!!!!!!!

Misadventures in Grooming

O M G----you expect us to dress for Halloween after the groomer did this to us!!!!

Obviously I can't be Capt. Dreadlocks looking like this.  And look what they did to my tail!!!!

Never in all my life have I had a "poof-y" poodle tail like that.  What do they think I am, a cheer-leader with pom-poms??????  I am Captain of the Nargle for pity's sake!!!!

And poor Weetz--------

The groomer thinks she's part papillon, whatever that is, and left her with that weird long hair sprouting from the tops of her ears.  She looks like Salacious Crumb from Return of the Jedi, not like my navigator on the canine pirate space ship!!

"'Revenge is mine', saith the Lord" is all fine and dandy for you humans but I think this year will be the one where the Pirate Dogs do the tricks and we will get the treats as well, trust me.

posted by Captain 'Roid

Dia de los Muertos, 2010