The Chopper Chronicles

I know it’s been almost forever since I posted last. What can I really say, except ” You just can’t get good help these days ” Drums handsome Chihuahua toe toes and looks around. In all fairness, things got kinda crazy around here for awhile. SO much has happened lately I almost don’t know where to begin…..so I suppose it’s easier to start where I left off ! Not that I, Chopper The Brave, Grand PooBah of All I Survey and King Of both North and Mid Wales ( yeppers folks…I have extended My Territory since the last time I posted ! ), thought it was such a great day !!! It began as most *Adventure Days* did….Early wake up time, early cooked to order Chopper sized fresh Welsh sausage for breakfast ( and the 3 measly pieces of wheat toast Mum tossed My direction ). The Tetched Twosome were all excited about where they were going today. Dinas Bran….sounds like some breakfast cereal that comes in one of those boxes that do not have free surprises in them, to Me ! In any case…spirits were high. That Bearded Guy did a great job directing Mum to a narrow lane near Worlds End called Panorama Walk. Instead of turning towards Worlds End like before, we turned right this time and followed along the base of an AMAZING limestone cliffs formation. ( this entire valley is a Site of Special Scientific Interest & Landscape of Special Historic Interest ) Without warning, Mum suddenly turned off the road into a small pullout.  She is famous for these sudden unannounced stops which always leave That Bearded Guy sitting in the navy gators seat saying “..poop…poop…poop.. !! ” These usually knock me off of My Throne perch in the back window as well…..raises one handsome Chihuahua eyebrow, taps toe toes and glares at Mum ! I was alright with it this time though….this was as yet, unclaimed territory for me and I was anxious to leave a few markers and do a fair bit of scratching. Turns out that it was a marked section of The Offa’s Dyke Path ! That Bearded Guy stayed behind to take some pictures of the high limestone cliffs beside us ( except the sun had not peeked over their tops yet ). Mum and I walked along the road/trail/path for a little ways. That’s when My day started to go ever so  wrong !!! I was just trying to leave a nice Claim Marker to make it well known the area was now Mine when those darn Klingon’s attacked Me again !!! About this time I am seriously wondering why the heck this was called Offa’s Dyke Trail…because it certainly was NOT coming Offa !!! Making matters worse, That Bearded Guy caught up with Mum and I, and they continued walking up the trail !!! No matter how far i duck-walked, looked miserable, etc etc…onward they went !! Needless to say, I was lagging behind by an entire lead length. I could hear them plotting some dire measures, but could not hear anything beyond..” …not getting in the car with Klingons..” This would pose a major problem. It was cold, we were out in the middle of nowhere, and neither one of them is brave enough to take on the removal without body armour. Ok Ok…so this is entirely MY fault. I tend to go into devil dog mode when anyone tries to get that close to my Handsome Chihuahua butt !! Back at My chariot, things went from bad to worse !! That Bearded Guy pulled out an ultra thick pair of winter gloves ( henceforth known as gauntlets ! ), Mum produced a ziploc baggie of emergency toilet paper, and a bottle of water that i swear she had been keeping under a Glacier ! Let’s just say they BOTH got “Black Marks” for that ordeal ! I was ready to go home now. Cancel the day….the spell of excitement was thoroughly broken ! They even had the NERVE to take a picture of me curled up on My Throne in the back window a few minutes later !! I thought about pee’ing in their shoes for that indignity ! The Panorama Walk track is very skinny narrow, so the going was slow.  Although I was in full sulks and wanted to go home, I really did enjoy the spectacular views ! Not far down this track was our destination for the day. A castle ruins atop a really steep sided mountain, called Castell Dinas Bran. This area even got ME into high spirits as soon as I got out of the chariot !! It was built on the site of a really really old old Iron Age Hill Fort so the place really hummed ! There was only a small footpath type sign indicating the way up, and room for only 2 or three cars to park there.  Only one car was already there, so we anticipated having the place almost to ourselves ! Mum clipped on My Royal Leash ( nice, handy, retractable deal ) then she and That Bearded Guy started digging in the chariot boot. ( that’s the trunk to us Yankee Doodle Chihuahuas…not the smelly old kind people put on their feet ) It was really really windy and pretty cold so The Bearded Guy was putting on his down jacket, and Mum was tying hers around her waist. Well folks, I am not one to wait around for the Dawdling Duo for too long…so i carefully started making My way across the flat railed cattle grid between us and the path. Honestly folks, I really think I could have made it all the way across if That Bearded Guy had not alerted Mum, who instantly freaked out and not only called My name, but also clicked stop on the lead handle !!! Ever try turning around on a 3 inch wide rail ???? It sucked me right down and almost swallowed Me whole !!!! Literally hanging on by My toes, I could feel nettles tickling My tail !!!! It was terrible horrible and very very bad ! No sooner did I gain the top of the next rail…it sucked Me down AGAIN !!!!! Oh Waily Waily Waily, I kept falling through the raily !!! Not once…not twice…but THREE times it tried to eat Me. There i was, hanging on by mere claws, body dangling over an ancient oubliette, full of nettles growing on top of layers of prehistoric hedgehog remains, dinosaurs and certainly more than one Roman sandal, and all my Mum could do was call My name ! ( drums toes…like I wasn’t already TRYING to get away from it’s greedy jaws ! ) She was finally able to assist Me by pulling straight up on my leash. This was fine and dandy enough, although I could have done without that momentary dangle over the gaping maw of that hideous creature called a cattle grid. Whats worse, is there was not a single cow in sight !!! Mum put Me in the car boot for safe keeping, and i instantly tried to burrow in That Bearded Guys newly discarded fleece jacket. I was traumatized, claws and toe toes ached from the strain, my backside and tail, not to mention my hind legs had nearly been nettled again…and all I wanted was to burrow all the way HOME home home !!!!! Sighs heavily here for dramatic effect….Do you know what I got folks ??? If you guessed tenderly carried back to My throne in the chariot’s back window for careful transport back home…you would be wrong. Nope….The Terrible Twosome were still determined to climb the vertical hill to the castle above !!! Mum simply gave me the once over…..and shoved Me into her bozo, and off they marched….around the side of the Chihuahua eating prehistoric oubliette hiding cattle grid !  Slaps paw to handsome Chihuahua forehead…no one told ME there was another way to get past that thing !!! Without Me to pull them both up the steep hillside, it was their turn to climb up stuff with their nails !!!….. But that’s for the next post… Thanks for your patience, folks. I promise a return of regular posts. Everything has kind of settled down a bit around here.

Mum and I headed down a portion of Panorama Walk that is also a section of Offa’s Dyke Path

On Offa’s Dyke Path….not ONE word about My Duck Walk stance !!!

View from The Offull’s Dyke Path

My ‘Post Gauntlet Indignant’ pose. I was NOT amused

Refusing to acknowledge The Terrible Twosome and their levity !

Yours Truly after the prehistoric oubliette hiding Chihuahua eating cattle grid incident

To view the entire set of 18 pictures taken of the Eglwseg Rocks and The Offa’s Dyke Trail and Panorama Walk click -> HERE <-

This is Chopper The Cattle Grid Survivor, ( Gone where NO Chihuahua wants to go ! ) Grand PooBah of all I survey and King of North Wales & Mid Wales signing off for now……

Happy Turkey Day to My American Friends and Family !

I raise my Paw and Wag my tail in a *bark out* to my wonderful friend, Debbie with a new last name as of Oct 11, 2008, in Marana/Tucson, AZ !!!!! HellOoOooo and Thank You Debbie Of All Pet Travel ! HelloOoOo and Thank You’s to Rich and Erika, miss and love You’s ! You too,  Carmen,  All of Vail AZ, …. Lots of kisses and Wags.…Hiya’s to Maxx and Duke ! Also to one of My NEW friends from Washington State, who recently visited…HellOooo Rob ! Thanks for the awesome tin of South American beef with gravy !

Chopper The Brave ” Going Where No Chihuahua Has Gone Before “

Hello again folks. I know it’s been a few days since anything new has been posted. Things got a little crazy around here, and I needed a full day to recover from my adventure down a cattle grid full of stinging nettles !!!

I left off last time when we were headed off to ride the Chew Chew in Llanberis. ( for all you Yank Chihuahua’s, the double Ll in Llanberis, Llangollen, Llanarmon etc…is pronounced as a “CL” combination as in clan, but only at the beginning…double L’s in the middle of a welsh word is totally different ) Anyway…..after an exhilarating visit to My new Welsh Castle, Dolbadarn, we walked down the road a short bit to the Llanberis railway to ride on a Chew Chew train. This sounded like an excellent idea to me ! It was not my very first train ride. I have been on a commuter train that runs between San Francisco, California, and San Jose, California when I was going to the San Jose Airport headed for Las Vegas, Nevada. That wasn’t a Chew Chew type train however, and I really thought a Chew Chew train sounded fantastic !! I mean, how many trains actually allow chewing ?? That Bearded Guy went in the little station house and bought our tickets. I was slightly miffed about the fact that they misunderstood and my ticket said I was, of all things, ….a dog…( rolls handsome green Chihuahua eyes ) AND they misspelled Chihuahua and it said Ci under the dog part ( ok ok so Ci is dog in Welsh….a Chihuahua cannot be expected to remember EVERYTHING when excited about riding a Chew Chew ! ) The Chew Chew train had not arrived yet, but there was a fair amount of people milling about waiting for it. I, of course, received a great deal of adoring attention from quite a few admirers. There were also a steadily increasing amount of people with dogs showing up !!! Make sense that a handful of dogs would be riding this Chew Chew….As The Grand PooBah, King of North Wales, I was expecting a private car anyway. All was right in My world….New Castle, warm and snug inside my Mum’s bozo ( hooded sweatshirt to those of you new to my blog ) I had my two favorite servants attending me…it was all good to go ! Then…rattling and roaring up the track, clackity clacking it’s way towards us, was this hideous, loud…..thing….belching great monstrous Chihuahua choking clouds of absolutely wretched smelling, vile black and white smoke….and it screamed at me !!!!!! CHOOOOO CHOOOOO it screamed. Well I might be known as Chopper The Brave, Grand PooBah of All I Survey, King Of North Wales… but there IS a limit, folks !!!!! This was far and beyond anything I have ever experienced !!! I promptly left the warm snug confines of Mum’s bozo and tried to climb up over her head and into her right ear ! I couldn’t get a clear view of what it was exactly because it was sending great huge plumes of black and white smoke everywhere ! What I DID know was this idea just wasn’t going to work out…Chew Chew or not, I wasn’t going to stick around….I have plenty of perfectly excellent chew toys and rawhides at HOME ! Ohmygoddess me this was terrible !!! It screamed CHOOO CHOOO again and emerged from the smoke. Ok, so it wasn’t very big at all, in fact a LOT smaller then the train I have previously ridden on. It’s the smaller things one really has to look out for though !! A Rottweiler with a chip on it’s shoulder was more inviting than this ! The Torturing Twosome, for some reason, were terribly excited about this fume belching horrendous monster, and ignored all my protests and actually got into the last car this “Choo Choo” screaming monstrosity was pulling along behind it ! Ok, so maybe it would not be too bad if I burrowed deep into My Mum’s bozo…it WAS cold after all, and she was also wearing a nice fluffy down jacket. It gets worse here, folks ! That small but mighty noxious smoke spewing thing came chugging right beside us and made a huge lurching racket attaching itself right in front of our car !!!!! To put it mildly, I was NOT amused. Remind Me to put this Torturing Tetched Twosome on report ! Before long it started going, vile, smelly smoke belching out the side of a stack on it’s snout. That Bearded Guy was all excited…snapping a million pictures along the way. Mum was excited too and did a lot of ” oooh’ing and ahh’ing ” At one point Mum had the camera…so I decided I would be much safer tucked under That Bearded Guys arm….after all…he IS much bigger and stronger than My Mum is ! After what seemed like for-ev -ver, it came to the end of it’s tracks along the lake. Everyone got out and walked around for awhile….I stayed inside my Mums bozo. Others and their dogs milled about reading about the slate mine history of the area and letting their dogs run around. Not ONE TIME did I see any actual “chewing” going on ! Thankfully, during this small break….that horrid little CHOO CHOO screaming, smoke belching monster, jumped onto another little piece of track and went to the back of the cars to pull us all back to where we started from. That Bearded Guy was still snapping pictures like He had never seen a lake before, so I had to crawl into the back of Mum’s down jacket for safety and security reasons. We made another brief stop so the Engine Ear could feed and water the stinky monster. Guess all that smoke belching is thirsty work ! Personally, I was all for walking back to the station at this point…it was not all that far up the track. Sighs…unfortunately The Torturous Tetched Twosome were determined to ride all the way to the station. This time the Corn Duck Tier put a nice big Chocolate Labrador Retriever ( and his entourage ) into My car for added protection. This Chihuahua has never been so glad to get to any station of any sort before !!! While this seemed to be a very enjoyable excursion for My terribly Tetched entourage, not at any point was I amused. Worse yet….I did not at any time, see ANY Chewing going on !!! The walk back to the chariot was fairly uneventful aside from the fact the air was actually breathable once again. That Bearded Guy brought out the large roast beef bap…er….cob, ( nice round sandwich bread to us Yankee Doodle Chihauhua’s ) he had bought at Edwards of Conwy…..FINALLY, something to really chew !!! They fed me My bits minus the lettuce, purple onion,cucumber and tomato. It was a nice gesture on their parts I suppose…..however they are still going on report !

This ticket should have been My first clue…it said I was a DOG !!

The Chihuahua choking, bloody great red monster, belching clouds of absolutely wretched smelling, vile black and white smoke while screaming ” CHOOO CHOOO ” coming clickity clackity up the track.( I was trying to protect My Mum from the inside of her ear )

The Chihuahua choking, bloody great red monster, belching clouds of absolutely wretched smelling, vile black and white smoke while screaming ” CHOOO CHOOO “, as it came around to grab My private train car !

Ohmygoddess this is a TERRIBLE idea. Forget the Chew Chew Mum ! Let’s just get OFF this thing !

I think I see a place where I might be able to Chew Chew My way out of here !

Look over there ! A place to get off at…looks perfect to ME !

A perfect place to escape the Chihuahua choking, bloody great red monster, that belches clouds of absolutely wretched smelling, vile black and white smoke while screaming ” CHOOO CHOOO “

One of about a zillion pictures That Bearded Guy took of Llyn Padarn Lake.

Another lake picture and Welsh landscape.

The National Slate Museum as seen through Chihuahua choking absolutely wretched smelling stuff that the Chew Chew train spews.

Old slate workings

Due to multiple requests, I have added a slightly better picture of the Chew Chew engine. Since I was so busy protecting Mum and That Bearded Guy , they neglected to get a really good picture of the actual train cars being pulled by that The Chihuahua choking, bloody great red monster, belching clouds of absolutely wretched smelling, vile black and white smoke while screaming ” CHOOO CHOOO “

To see the entire set of well over a zillion lake and train pictures that The Bearded Guy took on the Chew Chew ride, ( ok ok…it’s really only 43 ) Click right >>HERE<<

This is Chopper The Choking Chew Chew rider, Grand PooBah of all I survey and King of North Wales, signing off for now……

I raise my Paw and Wag my tail in a *bark out* to my wonderful friend, Debbie with a new last name as of Oct 11, 2008, in Marana/Tucson, AZ !!!!! HellOoOooo and Thank You Debbie Of All Pet Travel ! HelloOoOo and Thank You’s to Rich and Erika, miss and love You’s ! You too,  Carmen,  All of Vail AZ, …. Lots of kisses and Wags.…Hiya’s to Maxx and Duke !

Chopper The Brave ” Going Where No Chihuahua Has Gone Before “

One would think that by now, I would be accustomed to all the eccentric and unusual habits of My servants. Most of the time I think I have them all figured out. Is there something in The Servants Handbook about keeping Chihuahua’s on their toes or something ? This morning I was awakened by the smell of fresh Welsh sausage and bacon wafting up my handsome macho pink Chihuahua nose in gentle tendrils. ( real bacon folks, not the streaky American kind that the Welsh only use for flavoring their soups and stews ) OK, so nothing too unusual about that if I have had a lion…er….lie in. This morning, when I got out of bed to claim My Chopper sized perfectly cooked to order fresh welsh sausage from The Bearded Guy, I noticed something a bit out of the ordinary. It was the middle of the blooming night ! I am telling you folks, the foxes were still barking, owls still tu who’ing, badger still digging up the neighbors perfectly manicured back yard. The butt crack of dawn had not even dropped trouser yet ! Next thing I know, The Tetched Twosome had finished breakfast and loaded Me into My chariot ! Luckily for them, The Bearded Guy turned on the back window defroster to warm up My increasingly buffed Chihuahua bum ! Otherwise there would have been a full blown protest from the Aft. Seems this middle of the night destination was Moel Famau. In the DARK ! Remind me to look up a good shrink in Yr Wyddgrug, please ! Don’t get Me wrong, folks. This Chihuahua is all for a pleasant stroll up the highest point in the Clwydian Range, taking in the delightful countryside and some magnificent views, but in the middle of the night.. !! WHAT VIEWS !??  Within a scant 10 mins, Mum had parked the car near one of the car parks up there. I don’t know why they don’t call it a sheep park. There were no cars anywhere.  Doubtless they were all still asleep somewhere !!!  There were about a million sheep though….everywhere a sheep could possibly be. They must have eaten all the park play equipment along with everything else they eat.  Not one car swing, teeter totter, nor car slide was anywhere around. ( some car park ! ) It was barely light enough to see the trail, but off we all went. The sheep paid The Tetched Twosome no mind at all, but they sure were trying to figure out what The Grand PooBah and King of North Wales was doing in the dark of pre-dawn, leaving peemails and claim markers all over the place ! Poor Mum entirely gave up trying not to step in sheep poo. She realized doing her usual anti sheep poo dance was fruitless in the dark….besides I don’t think anyone can walk to the top of Moel Famau without stepping in it. Unless, of course, one has perfectly sized superior Chihuahua feet ! Moel Famau sheep have particularly glowing eyes. Maybe its to see if there is anywhere left un poo’d yet. Thanks to That Bearded Guy taking a lot of pictures of totally perplexed sheep, and the “view” below, the trail wasn’t too hard to negotiate. About 1/3 of the way to the top, That Bearded Guy decided we should turn back. Where Mum had parked the car might not have been such a good place to NOT get a ticket. Yikes !!!  It was starting to get light by this time, so Mum started doing her usual little dance trying not to step in stuff. That Bearded Guy promised that we would all return soon and walk all the way up to the top where the Jubilee Tower is. Yay !!

All clear Mum. I scared them away without even using my barker ! All that’s left is their glowing eyes.

Um, this one is smelly like fox, Mum. Might want to walk around it.

Hey !! Back off or dim your headlights will ya !!

Begone foul devil sheep, vanish with the sunrise!! That should fix it.

Yep, you trod in sheep poo again Mum

I told you lot to scarper ! Anymore nonsense & I’ll tell my friend, Paul Williams the butcher, about you !!!

Finally light enough for a view

This is Chopper The Explorer, Grand PooBah of all I survey and King of North Wales, signing off for now……

I raise my Paw and Wag my tail in a *bark out* to my wonderful friend, Debbie with a new last name as of Oct 11, 2008, in Marana/Tucson, AZ !!!!! HellOoOooo and Thank You Debbie Of All Pet Travel ! HelloOoOo and Thank You’s to Rich and Erika, miss and love You’s ! You too,  Carmen,  All of Vail AZ, …. Lots of kisses and Wags.…Hiya’s to Maxx and Duke ! Chopper The Brave ” Going Where No Chihuahua Has Gone Before “

Still continuing from yesterdays post, brings me to the long anticipated Lunch Time ! After smelling a delicious sandwich for about 100 miles, ( 5 actually, but it seemed like 100 to this Sensitive Handsome Macho Pink Chihuahua nose ! ) we pulled into another little parking area beside the same canal that runs through Llangollen, just further down the road near Chirk. That Bearded Guy kept telling Mum there was a huge castle in Chirk, but we didn’t see even a glimpse of one. We trundled out of my chariot and walked just a short ways to a nice peaceful bench along this canal for lunchtime. WAY over due in My not so humble opinion, as I had already missed second breakfast ! Didn’t even Scratch and Sniff My way over to the bench I was so famished ! There were a few ducks around, but not many so I didn’t really pay them any mind.  We all sat down and That Bearded Guy unwrapped the sandwich. I am telling you, folks…ducks came from EVERYWHERE. They even came swinging out from the overhead trees, I swear it ! Big ducks, little ducks, medium sized ducks, Mallards, and even a herd of those big ol white Jemima Puddle Duck kind. Cheeky cheeky ducks…even worse than cheeky sheep !!! Never have I met such a cheeky bunch before !!! They obviously did not know who I was !!! Never before has The Grand PooBah, King of North Wales been mobbed by ducks ! Needless to say they didn’t get any of My…er…the sandwich ! I let Mum have some sandwich for driving the chariot, and I even magnanimously let That Bearded Guy have some for holding the map ( and really, all in all, he did a very decent job Navel Gatoring ) Lunch devoured, off we went to stroll along the canal again. The Chirk Aqueduct and Viaduct were this stops attraction !! Not far down the path I met up with a Westie walking his peoples back from the direction we were going. He began, by nosing respectfully, although I could feel some underlying hostility. Next thing I knew he was trying to have a go at me !!! Never in my life have I met such a cheeky bunch of creatures ! First the ducks, now this insolent Westie !! Luckily for him, his people had him leashed and scurried him away before I really let fur fly ! To make my displeasure well known I did a really deep scratching and left a reminder marker beside the canal. Rolls handsome green Chihuahua eyes…Mum, picked it up in a bag and threw it away as usual. Drums toe toes and looks indignant. She tossed it in a bin belonging to an empty holiday cottage rental beside the canal. The Bearded Guy was afraid someone would greet us on the return stroll grumpily swinging the bag and looking mean. Mum being a cheeky Yank didn’t care…. Before I knew it there we were at the aqueduct. Impressive indeed with the much taller viaduct right beside it !! The view of the Chirk River and valley far below was quite impressive. Bright green dotted with ships….er…sheep. Mum kept asking The Bearded Guy to take pictures of it and could not figure out why he was hesitant and kind of turning a funny shade of grey. THEN she remembered his distinct aversion to heights !!! I think he is contagious, because I have to say, it wasn’t too thrilling for me either ! We walked across anyway and found this really cool long dark tunnel on the other side…right behind this little sign that said ” Welcome To Wales” !!! Mum sputtered a very Irish sputter, stammered a bit, turned a funny color herself, sputtered some more, pointed at it and gave The Bearded Guy a very unusual look ! Stammered some more and finally spit out…”…You mean I ate lunch….in….( more sputters )….ENGLAND ?? ” Then she made a sound that sounded very much like a cross between an angry Donald Duck and a mad hen ! Well, I guess THAT explained those cheeky ducks and insolent Westie !!!! The Bearded Guy just looked innocent and honestly said he had forgotten it was England on the other side of the aqueduct, and went on to say it was an area that has been a border region much in dispute over the years. This made her feel better.  Mum and I wanted to walk through the long dark tunnel, but The Bearded Guy was suffering from  ‘Tall Aqua Duck Syndrome’ so we walked back across the aqueduct and watched him turn funny colors again !! Mum managed to take a picture of me half way back across, but it was veto’d during the downloading…it was not a very flattering shade of green I had turned, and it clashed with my Handsome Macho Pink Chihuahua nose. The Bearded Guy took a picture of My Mum standing next to the “Welcome To England” sign on the other side. She had something stuck to her mouth as he snapped it though ! I left enough peemails on the way back to the car to effectively reclaim the disputed border region for Wales. The dispute is now forever ended ( until it rains again anyway )! Such is the life of The Grand PooBah and King Of North Wales !  Back to My chariot and My Throne cushion position ready to steer from the aft once again, and we were off down the road to yet another destination !!!

To Be Continued……..

Looking through The Chirk Viaduct towards The Ceiriog Valley

Chirk Viaduct with a bit of the Llangollen Canal

The Chirk River

Ships in a sea of green

The Bearded Guy turning funny colors and feeling…um…woozy

Looking towards the Ceiriog Valley with a nice viaduct frame

Nice shot of both the Aqueduct and Viaduct we had just crossed

Mum with something stuck on her mouth and looking pleased to be back in England. Guess she was wearing the perfect bozo. It says ” Pog Mo Thon “  ( A tasteful Irish Blessing )

This is Chopper The Explorer, Grand PooBah of all I survey and King of North Wales, signing off for now……

I raise my Paw and Wag my tail in a *bark out* to my wonderful friend, Debbie with a new last name as of Oct 11, 2008, in Marana/Tucson, AZ !!!!! HellOoOooo and Thank You Debbie Of All Pet Travel ! HelloOoOo and Thank You’s to Rich and Erika, miss and love You’s ! You too,  Carmen,  All of Vail AZ, …. Lots of kisses and Wags.…Hiya’s to Maxx and Duke ! Chopper The Brave ” Going Where No Chihuahua Has Gone Before “