Thursday, September 24, 2009

Walk of Shame

Sorry I've been MIA. Mom and dad went to Mexico and when they got back, mom began having something called "migraines". She's finally ready to help me blog and boy do I have something to report!

After talking with her vet friends, my mom took their reckless advice and brought home a doggie stroller for our walks. Apparently, one mile is way too long for a Chihuahua to waddle walk, much less a "senior" one. Hmph! The nerve.

Having no idea at first that this thing was for me, I started out walking with Chance like we normally do, thinking it was only Izzy who would endure the disgrace of being wheeled around the neighborhood. Next thing I knew, the humans stopped, took off my leash, and forced me into the degrading thing on wheels, zipping it up so I couldn't escape. I now had to view the world through black mesh, bumping along the sidewalk like an idiot, unable to mark my territory. You know how important that is to me, doggonit! I wanted to yell out "DOGNAPPED!" but instead of yelling I clawed at the screen, because you know, I can't form words. :/

I don't understand how Izzy has absolutely no pride. She actually seemed to enjoy being carted around in that pink contraption without caring a whit about how this looks to our social circle. And don't even get me started on the bright pink. Ick. Poo. Yuck. Can you say girly girl?
Here is daddy getting Izzy secured inside the humiliation vehicle. You can't really see me because I'm trying to get as far away from them as possible so that I won't be laughed at.
I think the look on my face tells you exactly how I felt.


  1. Oh Sparky, the shame!!! I think you should ban your hooman from talking to those vet friends, they do nothing but give her silly ideas!

    Waggles, Chewy

  2. Sparky, I am sorry that you do not like your new stroller. Your hoomans did it for your health, I'm sure. I must say that you look devastatingly handsome in there!

    Chihuahua kisses,

  3. hello sparky its dennis the vizsla dog oh hay wow it is just like the popemobeel!!! only with dogs!!! and withowt beeing bullitpruf!!! and withowt throngs of peepul cheering!!! and withowt an akkompaneeing motorkayd!!! but other then that it is eksaktly the saym!!! ok bye

  4. Nice to meet you, Dennis. High paws. The pope can have his poop mobile for all I care. I am not interested in being carted around. My dignity cannot tolerate that. I have 4 legs to get me around which is twice as many as the humans! Still, I was forced into the ramshackle thing again last night. *sigh*

    Chewy, I think you're right: mom's friends are trouble! With a capital T!

    Lexus, I know you're probably right, but this situation is very difficult for me nonetheless. :(