I haven't had a reason to write in awhile. Mom did start taking me to training classes and to shows and it was fun, but apparently my idea of fun and hers are not the same thing. I mean, I go to these shows, go into the ring, politely say hello to the clipboard holding person, dutifully investigate all aspects of the floor, and then stand beside mom, ready to be called into action! What more do they want? Mom keeps saying "Heel!" like that's the only trick they want to see. Whatever, I'm so beyond that. She'll realize that someday. Oh, and she always wants me to do this stuff and forgets to take food into the show ring. What's up with that? You want me to do what you want and not what I want, but you're not going to give me anything? Yeah, right.
The real reason I'm writing today is that I think I might be pregnant again. I'm not sure how I feel about that. At first, I was really excited. My kids are so perfect. Percy torments Casey just perfectly and Stella is super stubborn just like me. I have raised them so well! I can't get them to spit their food everywhere or truly refuse commands yet, but all in good time... So, yeah, I thought having more kids would be cool. But now I'm starting to remember the other stuff. I don't feel like eating right now, though mom gave me this stuff she called "chihuahua puppy" food and it was delicious. And, the kibbles were so small they were really fun to spit at the other dogs when they walked by! But I remember that stupid beeping stick and throwing up all the time and, this is the worst one, getting sooo fat. So I'm not sure I'm too happy about it. I'm not sure how it happens, but I suspect it was Chance's fault again. Things are usually his fault. Mom says next week I go to the vet for something. Maybe they will know more.