The Whimsical World of Angela Cohen

Actualizing the Cartoonish Thoughts in my head

What must the world be like as a Chihuahua?

As I look over at little Charles, and think about how adorable he is, I wonder, what must the world be like as a Chihuahua? And not a yelpy, high maintenance, nasty-barker. A lovable, cultured (literally, he travels everywhere with us), enthusiastic (he takes after his mama), ADD filled (he paces like his papa) Mexican Jumping Bean (his nickname and favorite pastime)- this is Charles Aloysious Cohen-Shields the First!

It’s a sleepy morning as he awakens and enters the day with a slow yawn, a long bodied stretch, and a large LEAP into my bed. After a nice cuddling under my chin and frisky squirming around on the bed on his back, he jumps up and is ready to conquer the day. A pee and poop later (around 6-8 minutes of door to door action) he’s exited the elevator onto the 18th floor and races around like a circus clown, playfully growling at me and leaping again into the air with anticipation of breakfast. Gosh he’s excited! A 1/4 of a cup of kibble and some chicken broth later, he cleans his bowl as only a good Mexican dishwasher could and sticks his ass in the air, ready to play!

When I have time, I engage him, take a few fun videos, vacuum and let him try bite at it like a distressed shark, practice a few fun tricks (seizure, bang! you’re dead, and high-five) and he turns in for his mid-morning nap. In the summers, he perches patiently on the stoop of our balcony, waiting to be let out so he may bask in the sun’s glory.


I really need to get him a reflector. When he’s tired of it, he pops onto my lap while I type away and settles inside shortly thereafter for what? A mid-afternoon nap. At around 4pm he’ll awaken, his head once hung upside down out of his firehouse now bobbing about as he bounds onto the couch to paw at my hand (still typing) in an effort for some attention. We take a quick walk around the block and it’s back to the drawing board, err firehouse, for this pup (after a treat of course). Once again, he naps. It’s incredible how much this dog sleeps! Oh, what a day! And it’s barely 5pm!

Once papa gets home, it’s play time again. The master is here! Finally- hurray! I no longer exist for the rest of the evening unless Charley needs to hide behind me because he’s pissed in the house and made papa angry. Ha! Otherwise, he nuzzles in the crook of papa T’s neck for the rest of evening, except for dinner time of course, and takes in a flick (Game of Thrones, VEEP, or the occasional Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2). He somehow manages to wiggle his way in between us in bed no matter how many times he’s ousted, not because he loves us but because he loves our bamboo sheets! We are onto you, sir, and that snuggie is in your house for a reason. Regardless, he usually pleads and looks like this.

IMG_1701Then he and Papa T have a talk that looks like this.

IMG_1746 Charley usually wins and it looks like this.IMG_1670 But not before a fight ensued, looking like this.IMG_1429 Then Charley’s punished like this.IMG_1431

He’ll retaliate and pee on his house. But I make him clean it in the tub like this.IMG_1963

But I feel badly, so ultimately he wins and it ends like this.IMG_1973

And we do it again tomorrow. Oh, Chawee!

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