mr chico is at it again

howdy every woggie and meow meow's
so .. . .let ush tell you about our little "situation" that happened last week
now we know our angel brofer chico had a hand in thish but let ush tell you from the beginning
so . . . . last week sometime we had a weally bad cold front come in
now you guys must understand that the weather here in houston is completely unpredictable around these months
we can be welaxing at the beach in the morning and by sundown it could be in the 30's
so . . . . one night last week as we were deep in our pibble dreams of fields of liver tweats and trees that grow stuffies we kept hearing a whimpering coming from outside our window
now we got up and sniffed around our room and the living room but eventually went back to snuggle with our mommish . well a wittle while later we heard it again.and it sounded weally shad and kinda like whatever it was was scared or in pain or SOMETHING
so mommish got up cause she knew then that she was not imagening thish and she gets her jammy coat on a flashlite and takes the brinkster with her to investigate outside
now mind you thish ish like 3 in the morning and it is freezing doggy bones outside. so here we go to investigate thish wimpering
we come outshide and hear nothing.we start looking around and find nothing
just as we were going to head back inshide we hear it again. its coming from the side of the house where the trash bin ish . so we takes a sniff around and look what we shee
thish little furball was curled up in a wittle ball shivering and shaking trying to hide from the freezing wind between the trash bin and out wall. mommish of course picked him up and took him inside and started to check him out. he was vewy malnourished , you could definately feels his wittle ribs and had several wounds as if he'd had some encounters wiff some woggies in the neighborhood and he had wittle puppy teeth. mommish gave him some food of course and he gobbled it righ up. he had no tags , no collar, no nothing to give ush a clue as to where he came from.so we decided to gives him a nice place to stay during the nitey nite


ash you can see lucky was happy to share her wittle cave wiff him and even was kind enuff to share her favorite toy. she knows whats its like to be hungry , cold and lonely out there on the streets and so she took it upon hersellf to gives him a tour of the pibble kingsdom

so of course we took him to the vet. he was not microshipped , we asked around the neighborhood and no one wanted to claim him or claimed they had seen him or who he belonged too. now as you know we already have 4 pibbles and a lucky chiwi/weeny so its a more than full house. mommish said she sat there and wondered what exactly mr chico was up to. she can just bet her collection of heels on the fact that our angel brofur let this wittle one to our house and told him if he wimpered loud enough he would survive that cold and windy nite.

our pawrents are just softies when it comes to animals.he knew that once found they would'nt turn him away. but what can you do when you have 5 dogs already???

well mr angel chico sir

what mommish says shes' going to have to do ish work a couple of more hours of overtime to pay for more woggie food and extra stuffies and extra boy clothes.

thats what shes going to do

she says that as long as god gives her the strenght to work to provide for homeless woggies then she will do what she has to do.

we decided to name him tiger . cause he looks like a tiger stuffie we had for a long time before

her queen almighty coco chanel decapitated it when she was having one of her "diva moments"

i mean really , could you have turned thish face away on a cold and windy night???????????

we'll see how things progess. . . . .

wish ush luck

lots of pibble sugars and wiggle wags

the houston pibble pack