My Surprising Discovery About Dog Collars and Chiweenies

When I first met Anya, one of the first things the employee at Noah’s warned me about was leading the Anya by a collar. She said I needed to make sure I used a harness.

I was startled. I’d always used a collar when leading dogs and never had a problem. I managed to swallow my instinctive sarcasm and not point out that at that very moment, the only thing Anya was wearing was a bright green collar.

Luckily, The Noah Project is run by wonderful people who not only want to find homes for the dog and cats they take in, but who are also interested in making sure all adopters are properly educated. She said that toy breeds, such as chiweenies, are prone to a medical condition called collapsing trachea, and that when a small dog yanks against a collar as some are prone to doing, it can cause the trachea to collapse, leading to problems.

Since I’m not the type of person who takes anyone’s word for anything, I went home, booted up the computer, and did some research. It turns out that pulling on the collar isn’t the only thing that can cause a chiweenie’s trachea to collapse. Coughing and over-exertion is also a problem. The condition is most common in toy breeds who have passed their 5th birthday.

“No collar on me!”-Anya, the Farm Chiweenie

The good news is that most dogs who have a collapsing trachea are able to live long and full lives, provided their monitored and otherwise remain in good health. However, it’s also important to acknowledge that not all dogs are so lucky. Some struggle to enjoy a high quality of life after their trachea has collapsed and require a great deal of medical care and attention. In some extreme cases, surgery is required to correct the problem.

Rather than deal with a serious and potentially life threatening problem, I suggest you fit your chiweenie for a really nice harness. If you have a little one who likes to pull, look for an anti-pulling harness. There are some really nice front leading ones that are a great choice for a Chiweenie who is just learning how to walk on a leash.

“Okay,  full disclosure. Mom does make me wear a collar sometimes when we go on walks, but the leash is attached to my harness, not the collar.”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Oh yeah, before I forget. The friend who was with me at the time asked about using a dog head halter on Anya, which was also discouraged because they have a tendency to slide into the little dog’s eyes. Chiweenie noses just aren’t long enough to manage the halter.

Good luck and don’t forget to give your chiweenie an extra cuddle from me.

Written by Jess Schira


Straight From Anya: What the Bloody $@$%@#%@#^% was That All About

I know Mom blogged about fireworks the other day, I was there, sitting right behind her while she wrote and posted the thing, but I really didn’t understand what the big deal was. I was more interested in snoozing. IMAG3795_1

Friday night came and went, no big deal.I played with Toby and Cougar. Showed my stuff blue dog who was boss. Got bored. Practiced running really fast. Just a typical night in this chiweenie’s life.


Saturday night was a little different. I got my heartworm medicine. Mom thinks it’s ridiculous I have to spit it out each time my teeth crack the pill, stare at it for a few seconds, pick it up, break it in half and repeat the process four or five times before swallowing the pill. I think the fact she uses silverware is stupid so I guess we’re even.


Anyway, getting back to Saturday night. I went through my monthly ritual with my heartworm medicine, ate the hot dog Mom got me as a reward, and settled in for some cuddle time. Things were going great until there was some strange pop-pop-pop noises to the north of us.


I listened.

I looked at Mom. She told said the noise was fireworks.


Happy to have an explanation, I relaxed. I even opted to go with Mom into the barn so I could play with Toby while she checked on the horses. It wasn’t a big deal.


Okay, maybe I got a little bit nervous towards the end, but I thought I handled it like a trooper. I was a fireworks master!

Than Sunday night happened. That’s the night everyone in the entire town decided to set off their own fireworks. It was really loud. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop.

I considered my options and decided the best place to hide was under mom’s desk chair. It’s a pretty good setup for a little dog. It’s covered, it’s familiar, and mom is really close by. Since mom always uses a lap blanket while she writes, the spot feels a little cave like.

Just as I was getting secure, the unthinkable happened.


My mom got up and left me.

What the …!

She said she had to check on the horses and make sure they hadn’t run through the fence, but I’m not sure I believe her. I mean she didn’t smell like horse sweat or hay. She smelled a little smoky. I’m seriously wondering what she was really up to. When the next set of boomers went off a few minutes after 11, she also said a few bad words, the ones she said I couldn’t use when we discussed the Articles Under Which we Sail, before running out of the apartment.

When she came back to the apartment, she gave me a couple of Beggin’ Strips for being such a good, brave girl, so I decided to forgive her. After that, all was well with the world. Well, mostly.


Ta for now,

Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Articles Under Which We Sail

When she created her blog, author Susan Spann wrote a post titled Articles Under Which we Sail that basically outlined the way pirates created rules that everyone on the vessel had to adhere to or disembark the ship (and they might not be near any land at the time ofIMAG3463 the disembarkment.) I loved Susan’s idea and decided to steal borrow it for this blog.


P.S. Anya and I have already discussed the rules and she’s agreed to them.


Article 1. This blog is my creation. I’m the one who puts time into creating the content and does everything else connected to the blog. Yes, Anya helps, but at the end of the day I’m in charge and that means follow my rules or stop reading the blog.

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“The only reason I agreed to let Mom claim the blog was because she happened to be holding my favorite stuffed toy hostage at the time.”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie  


Article 2. The layout, schedule, and content can change depending on my mood and workload. It’s just going to have to be something everyone has to learn to deal with including you, Anya. That being said. If someone would like me to delve further into a topic, or has an idea for a topic, feel free to mention it. Even if it’s not something I’m interested in writing about, I might be receptive to arranging for you to guest blog.

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“Oh sorry, did Mom say something else. I was distracted..” -Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Article 3. I’m not a fan of swearing or adult style content, so please keep it clean in the comment section. Anya, I’m looking at you. If my view towards this changes, I’ll let you know. If you absolutely must swear, use a creative, alternative word phrase or stick to the old standard @#$#@$@%^

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“Uh oh, I may have to reconsider my Anya’s Perspective piece I’m supposed to post tomorrow. Mom could have mentioned this no swearing thing sooner.”-Anya  , The Farm Chiweenie

Article 4. The world isn’t black and white and neither is the concept that everyone should adhere to one style or thought process. Since this is a pet blog, I suspect I’ll say things you won’t agree with or that you have an opinion on something that won’t align with me. It’s okay! It’s entirely possible that something will be posted that you don’t agree with and that’s okay. Your allowed to share your thoughts on the matter provided, you don’t get nasty, accept that it’s okay to not see eye to eye, and are willing to engage in a polite and respectful discussion on the matter. If I feel someone is getting bull headed, arrogant, or being downright nasty, I will block you. And if you refer to Article one, you’ll see that since this is my blog, I get to say what is and isn’t polite and respectful behavior/discussion.

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“Oh boy, this could get interesting!”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Article 5. Don’t even think about coming to this blog and breaking any legal laws. Nor should you discuss laws you’ve broken or are planning on breaking. Just don’t do it!

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“It’s a good thing I’m not a rebellious chiweenie”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Article 6. I’m free to delete or refute any comment I want. Again, see Article One. It’s my blog so I get to do what I want.

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“The power of running the blog might be going to Mom’s head. I need to look at the house rules and see how I can dispute who’s in control here. I should have a case. After all. I’M the Farm Chiweenie. Not Mom”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Article 7. The comment section is for commenting. It’s only for commenting. It’s not for advertising. If you want to advertise something, talk to me and we’ll discuss various options and scenarios. If I find your ad in the comment section, it will be deleted. Ridiculing might also occur.

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“Pork chops are good. If you want to advertise pork chops in the comments, I’m okay with that. Hot dogs and horse hoof clippings too!”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie



Article 8. I reserve the right to change these articles whenever I feel like it.

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“And she changes her mind ALL THE TIME! It’s exasperating.”

-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

That’s all for now, folks! Thanks for reading and feel free to comment. Just remember the rules and adhere to them. I’d hate to have to make anyone walk the plank!

All the photos featured in this post belong to Jess Schira’s personal collection.








What is a Chiweenie?

What! You’ve never heard of a Chiweenie!

“Hello. I’m a chiweenie.”-Anya, The Farm Chiweenie

Full disclosure, I hadn’t either, at least not until after I learned my adoption application had been approved and I decided I’d better learn a little more about the type of dog I was bringing into my home.

It turns out that a Chiweenie is the result of a dachshund and Chihuahua cross. I’m not why someone originally thought to cross the two breeds, but I’m the first to admit that I’m glad they did. This is a fun little breed that has a lot going for it.

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“I really like playing in the snow, something I’ve heard is unusual for chiweenies.”-Anya, the Farm Chiweenie

The Chiweenie’s size can vary, with the size of its parents being a crucial point. If the parents were miniature or toy, the chiweenie pups will be small. If both parents were the standard size of their breed, the resulting pups will be larger. I’ve heard of some that are as little as 5 pounds and some that are over 20 pounds. At this moment, Anya is a little over a year old and weighs approximately 13 pounds.

Chiweenies can come in a variety of colors and hair coat types. Some have cute little floppy ears like Anya, while others have ears that stand straight up. Although there are some exceptions, most seem to inherit the cute, sharp face of their Chihuahua parent.

It’s my understanding the chiweenies have been growing steadily more popular since the 1990’s. At this moment, the AKC doesn’t recognize chiweenies as a breed (and whenever I mention the name to someone tend to get some pretty funny reactions. Most people have never heard the them. The vet has Anya listed as a Chihuahua cross.) The breed is recognized by several other dog registries, including:

If you’re interested in learning more about this fun little breed of dog, there are some Facebook groups you should check out.

Do you have a chiweenie? What are they like? Feel free to share your stories or dog photos in the comment section.