The Beginning

My mom told me it is good for me to write my thoughts down and so I will put my paws to the keyboard and let the world know what it is like to be a boy dog with a girl name who acts like a kitty.

I am a white bichon frise. My mom adopted me (a nice way to say she paid cold hard cash for me, like I'm some puppy whore) in December of 2008.  I was named some stupid name by my birth family.  Oliver I think it was but I didn't feel like an orphan anymore and I let my mom know that I wanted a new name.  My mom is a big fan of a comedian named Chelsea Handler and that is who I am named after.  If it makes people laugh I'm all for it.

I was born with this strange tic that makes me act like a cat.  I stretch like a kitty with my little baby paws out and my nails extending and retracting.  When I want someones attention I walk up to them and paw them.  If it doesn't work right away I move on to paw their face. I curl up like a cat and lay on the back of the couch and sleep like a curled up kitty with my mom.  I'm not ashamed of it, I think cats get some cool attention so I'm in for that.

I live with two other dogs. One is my girlfriend, Bella, and the other one is Gracie.  Gracie lived here first and she is cranky most of the time.  She doesn't like it when Bella and I play.  Gracie stands right in the way and growls at us every time we run by. Like we aren't suppose to have fun and she is the dog play police.  I'm nice to her and I have tried to play with her a few times but it always starts a fight between her and my girlfriend when Bella stands up for me.  Bella loves me, loves me, loves me! She tolerates my annoying behavior, my nipping at her heels which I must do because I think it's sexy and my ear nibbling; this I just think is cute of me in wooing her and she lets me.  She plays rodeo dog with me and when we are outside we run and run all over the mountain we live on chasing rabbits, mice, smelling all of the animals that have been here and picking up the ocassional present for mom.  It miffs me a bit when mom cusses me for bringing home the deer leg we found out playing or the mice I catch (another kitty tic).  I think if she knew how happy it makes me to play and chase things she would appreciate it more.

I think this is a good start for my blog.  Mom told me we will post some cool pics and video here too.

Ciao