The Complexities of Isabel, Part III

Isabel is my 6-year-old chihuahua. It’s hard for me to believe she’s already old enough to be a first grader, but she is. During her six years, she’s developed many, many nicknames. I should first mention that she has four real names:

Isabel “Izzy” Muffy R. S.


From that, we’ve come up with a few other more-creative names:

  • Iz
  • Iz-Monster
  • Itty Bitty
  • E.B.
  • Muffins
  • Iz-Muffins
  • Niddy
  • Chinky
  • Monster
  • Niddy Muffins
  • Niddy Stink
  • Nidabel
  • Mommy’s Baby
  • ChinkChink

The list could go on and on, but I’m sure you’ve noticed a reoccuring theme of Muffins. In light of this recent revelation, I’ve begun calling Travis “Papa Muffins.”


He hasn’t quite accepted the new nickname, but I’m sure he’ll get on board quickly enough. Izzy sure did.

To read more about my complex little chihuahua, follow the links below.

The Complexities of Isabel, Part I
The Complexities of Isabel, Part II

The Complexities of Isabel, Part II

I feel it’s important for you to know a bit more about Isabel. After all, she’s very complex

Isabel loves:

  • Grandma, yes this is No. 1 on her list for a reason
  • Mommy, aka me
  • PINK
  • Greenies
  • The word “grinch”
  • Any word that begins with the letter “G”
  • Blankets
  • Eating
  • Sweaters
  • Road trips
  • Her BFF (who also happens to love pink)
  • Being told she’s pretty

Isabel Loves Pink

Isabel does not like:

  • Loud noises
  • Most people
  • Rain
  • Thunder
  • Cold weather
  • Being alone
  • The word “no”
  • Grinch feet
  • Peanut Butter
  • The doorbell
  • The beige bowl (read more about that here)

Isabel tolerates:

  • Daddy, aka the husband
  • Roxy

Isabel is a very complex little Chihuahua.

Isabel is Very Complex

To read Part I of this series, click here.

The Complexities of Isabel, Part I

Isabel is a very complex Chihuahua. I could write a book on the complexities of Isabel.


I was working on the computer yesterday morning when I noticed Isabel pouting in the corner. Yes, she pouts. Being the compassionate dog mom that I am, I went over to her to see what was wrong.

She bounced up, pranced to the door and back to me. This means, “I want you to follow me, Mom. Now.”

“Okay, Isabel. What do you want? Show me,” I asked her.

She continued to prance down the hall turning circles. These weren’t just any ordinary circles; these were air circles. Every couple of steps or so, Isabel would jump, turn a circle in the air and land. Then she’d prance a few more steps and make another air circle.

Whatever it was she wanted, she wanted it desperately and immediately. She’s been known to be a little demanding. Just a tad.

We reached the living room, and she stopped at her food bowls. I know most people keep their dogs’ food in the kitchen. Not us. Isabel won’t eat if the bowl isn’t on carpet. She’s complex.

We have two dogs, so we have two dog bowls in case they don’t fee like sharing. One bowl is your standard beige bowl. The other is hot pink and says Princess in the bottom. This has been Isabel’s bowl since she was a puppy.

She looks at the pink bowl, looks at me, looks at the pink bowl, turns a circle, looks at me.

The beige bowl was full and the water bowl was full. The pink bowl, however, was empty.

Isabel wanted food in the pink bowl. She’s complex.

“Mom, we have a problem here.”

How do I know she wanted food in the pink bowl? Well, I could go into the relationship between a Chihuahua and her owner, which is also very complex, or I could give you the short version.

You want the short version? Okay.

When I put food in the pink bowl, she immediately started eating. The end.

Five pounds of complexities

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