Our first blog

Woof. We are so excited to start our own blog. Who are we? Why, just the shining stars of our parents' life, that's all.

I am the older sister, Caitlyn, and I'm a white long haired chihuahua (okay, when I say old, I'm exaggerating a bit since I'm really only about 18 months old).

Truly, I'm beautiful, and I don't mind saying so. But you know, when you are a dog, it's easy to say things like that as when the humans looks at you and tell you that you are too conceited, or too vain, I can honestly look at them like they have lost their mind as I don't understand a word they say. Well, I take that back. I understand no, but I don't respond to it. I understand treat, and yes, I do respond to that. And boy oh boy, do I understand the words chicken jerky. I know my name, but I think when it's called, you are automatically supposed to run from your human and make them chase you. It's always for a good thing, such as a car ride, a hug, you know, something warm and cuddly that should make me want to race to see them. But nope. They gotta earn it and prove they really truly want me.

And therein lies the biggest problem I have with my little brother, Milo (he's a year old now and also a long haired chihuahua). He is such a suck up. Whenever mom or dad call him, he goes running to them faster than you can say fast. I have tried to tell him it's not necessary, that they will come get you, but no, not Milo. He just thinks mom or dad wanting to pick him up and love on him is something to get excited about. You know, I do get excited about it too, but like all true beauties, I have to act indifferent. It's part of the "charm" of being beautiful, you know.

I work hard at "training" Milo, but he has his own ideas. See, he has this gimmick. I own a store, but "let" my mom and dad run it for me while I sit back and eat chicken jerky. I mean, why work if you don't have to, right? Besides, princesses never work. They just dictate orders to their servants. But Milo loves to go to work. I own this pet boutique, www.caitlyns-k9.com, and whenever there is a trade show, mom and dad take Milo to work with them to model clothing, play with toys, play with kids, you know, do the social thing. But he is a social butterfly and thinks all that attention is awesome. What does he know, anyway.

Well, it's that time. Chicken jerky time. I'm going to ring the bell and make sure mom knows it's time to bring me my evening treat. I hope to get to know a lot of you guys, both human and canine, in the coming weeks and months. Drop me a line and let's woof together.

Caitlyn