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Thursday, August 17, 2017


What does a girl have to do to get heard around here?
I have stuff to stay and more importantly I have stuff that needs to be heard!

I need all eyes and ears on me and I have taken center stage.
Hoomans HUSH!  Pay attention!

Momma. Put your stuff down and pay attention. Stop your OCD cleaning.

Twice in the last week I have witnessed some rather disturbing behavior.
Both times, it involved the boys.
Yes, the boys. Cosmo and JD.

I preface this objection with the assertion that I am not motivated by jealousy in bringing this up, but rather from sensing an alarming trend that cannot be allowed to be continued.  Also, I cannot bear the thought that someone would interpret my silence as tacit consent. [Daddy.... hmmm]

Cosmo went garbage surfing. A grave offense in this home. To date it's one of the mortal offenses. Meaning it kills momma on so many levels that she feels like a complete failure. She questions everything. It triggers crisis of confidence on the food front, discipline front, inadequacy front... you get the drift.

I would never dare to garbage surf! EVAH! 
You have to be nuts to do it considering the aftermath.

Yet. Cosmo did it. In front of them, in plain sight, He went into the trash and stole a chicken bone. The horror! The panic! The confrontation between Cosmo and daddy!  Scary stuff. 

But scarier was the "ploy" daddy used to get the bone back.
 He offered Cosmo a huge piece of turkey jerky! What the hey?????!!!
Equity where are you? Fairness are you dead?
Daddy you are rewarding the little terrorist?

Even with the exchange offer, Cosmo had to be forcibly made to comply. And then he got half of that treat.  We, the dogs who followed the law... got nothing.

It was all so wrong that I was speechless. Daddy, you rewarded him for 
garbage surfing. I don't care what else you call it, or however you want to justify it,  I do not accept your reasoning. Maybe a punctured gut would have taught that little scofflaw not to violate house rules.

The rest of us... should have gotten a treat and he should have been without. I am just saying.

Momma. JD spitting his pills out 3 times in a row should not trigger you to go find more and more delicious yummies to pill him with.
You know how to put that pill down his throat. Just do it!

Are you both acting crazy because they are boys?  Or have both of you taken leave of your senses?

Buckle up buttercups. I expect better from both of you.

I will call you out. And shame you.


PS. JD just marked your wastebasket. He better not be getting a treat because
I will create a new lake.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Napping style

The Wendy Pooh requires her bed, a quiet corner and the mere opportunity.

I require more. I need momma, or one of my human staff to hold and pet me,
to love me  into sleep. Its not my fault. I came with the high maintenance option.

Before you freak out.   Realize the benefits of the high maintenance option.
 As you rub my belly so I can fall asleep, I lower your blood pressure. NONE of mu hoomans have high blood pressure. I take that as a personal achievement!

What's your napping style?


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Deliriously happy momma!

JD demanded his old observation post!
He actually reclaimed it after almost a year.
And he looked out the front yard. And he watched! Watched being the operative word. 

That made momma dance with joy.
JD had cataract surgery on his left eye. His prior cataract surgery on his right eye was done two years ago and it was an easy peasy event.

But, this last one was a doozy. His eye pressures went up, very up. Momma cried for days. And then when we thought he got all better and pressures were under control, a seed shell flew into his healing eye and stuck itself on his retina scratching it and ... yes then his pressures went up again!

We thought he would lose his eye. You guess it. Momma cried and cried until 
her eyes were so red that we worried about her. 

And the eye drops, and constant trips to see the eye vet, and more drops... and the schedule for the drops, and momma's hyper-vigilance which drove us all crazy... 

JD was unhappy, he did not want his window post, he really did not want to be alone and he did not even want to play except with me. He loves me no matter how he is feeling.

We thought for sure he lost all vision in his left eye. But you know what? We were wrong. Slowly the king is coming back.  We caught him watching TV. Tracking momma.  Tracking a bird.  Yesterday he demanded that he be given back his seat at the dinner table! 

Yes, he has elder privileges. He sits at the dinner table with the hoomans.
He had not wanted to, but the last couple of days, the king is back, he barked them into giving him back his seat.

And claiming his observation window is the topper to his recovery!

Welcome back your majesty.
We have missed you,


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Cosmo and Belly Rubs


Let me tell you a story. Cos Cos, as I like to call him, is a bit of a handful.
He is a crazy boy full of energy and  much like champagne, while his exuberance is fun most of the time, sometimes, he is like a bottle that has been shaken up a bit too much and popping that cork guarantees a mess.

The day after Cos Cos came to live with us, he was on the bed. Momma went up to him and offered him a belly rub. And with the verbal offer, she placed her hand on his side to have him turn over.  As she touched him, Cos Cos jumped out of his skin, bark growled at her and jumped back all at once.  Daddy had to intervene and after he calming Cos Cos down, daddy had to change Cos Cos' belly band as it was a bit wet.  Momma reacted by jumping out of her skin, pulled her hand back, yelped "no" and jumped backwards as well.  She retreated to the back of her closet in shock, mortified. It was a sight.  Nobody changed her belly band that I know of.   I think she did that on her own.   We all watched horrified and decided that Cos Cos was cray cray because... who is sane and turns down a momma patented two handed full 10 digit belly rub??? Did he even know that it starts at the head with a neck scratch and ear mush and goes all the way to your tail???

Of course while  we are talking about momma we must admit that she is cray cray as well. After she composed herself and got into fresh pjs, she declared that this would not stand. She looked at Cos Cos who was now hiding his face into a pillow, and proclaimed that he was her new "project".

Little did we realize what that meant.  But over the next few weeks she would approach Cos Cos and offer up belly rubs.  And when he would feign disinterest, she was not above showing him what he was missing. One of us would be the recipient of an unsolicited full belly rub and Cos Cos would watch.

Ok, I will confess now. This process was wonderful for us. JD, Wendy and I talked about it. None of us wanted it to end. Sooooo we came up with a plan.  I supposed  we should be ashamed for what we did.  But, alas, we are dogs and shame is a learned human emotion and one I find to be useless, so personally I do not practice it. [Don't saddle me with your hang ups!] Anyway, we told Cos Cos that momma ate bellies and that the massage was a tenderizing process. We told him to be weary and watch out.

It helped that momma would occasionally say things like " You look good enough to eat".  " Gimme some belly, I am hungry for a belly!"  
For months, Cos Cos lived on that edge of fear and joy.  The occasional belly rub he surrendered to would leave him wondering if his belly was getting tender enough to eat.  And the next time she would approach him, he refused the belly rub ... out of fear... with many regrets.

And then it happened. We really were not privy to how or when. But apparently momma and Cos Cos had a heart to heart talk. Somehow he knows she does not eat bellies, and the boy is now completely trusting of her to the point of embarrassment. If he is on the bed and she walks by, he turn sunny side up and waits for... a full belly rub.

Shameless. He jumps on her lap and asks for belly rubs. He even falls asleep during a belly rub.

Monday we were at Mr Myke getting groomed and I overheard Cos Cos telling another dog that he lets us believe that momma eats bellies so he can hoard belly rubs. He was chuckling and winking. Proud as punch even. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, long deep blink... and told JD and Wendy... "Dang, boy thinks he is player... he thinks is playing us. This cannot stand. He is now MY new project!"


Monday, August 7, 2017

Best Birthday present EVAH!

My brother is home! My tootsies will not touch ground while he is here.
He is my one. and my belly will be getting rubbed on demand. And by that I mean non stop. Like 7 hours of holding and petting.  I love him. Can you tell?


Saturday, August 5, 2017

It's MY birthday!!!!

It's my birthday!

I am lucky because it falls on a Saturday and that means a whole weekend of celebrating. As I predicted, I got groomed. Do I know momma or what? Her tolerance for messy post pool curls is like... non existent. Pool = bath and grooming.

I am quietly waiting for breakfast and then I am going to claim me a human and get a full two handed belly rub. It's my birthday. Trust me, nobody will say no to me. But then , when do they say no?

Momma does, but we know why. She has a little part of her that ... hmmm shall we say it outloud? Ok, she has a little part of her that is in arrested development... I would guess age two? Her- no- no- no- phase? I swear it comes out of her mouth almost automatically. Ask daddy, he will confirm that.

In any case, I will take full advantage of my day and squeeze every second of joy and fun that I can, because you know what? It's my birthday!

Hush. Cosmo is a busy buddy. I am not answering his off key chorus of how old are you. I am old enough to know better than to answer that inappropriate question. Boy you never ask a lady her age. Get some manners!

This is my Wendy. I love her to pieces. But we do have some philosophical difference. And this picture illustrates the core of our difference:

She is staring at daddy. She has that mix of adoration and "what can I do for you?" She asks for nothing. 

This is me. I am here to be loved, my thinking is "What can you do for me?"

I want my Wendy to feel as secure. It's not selfishness. It's knowing your worth!

I have been working on her self esteem for ever.  Why?  Because I love her. She is my Wendy.

Ohh got to go my breakfast is pret!


Thursday, August 3, 2017

I gots the itchies

And I need a 10 digit intervention.


But no, she stands there laughing at me.
No, woman. 
Its not funny.
I am NOT polishing your floor.

Call my vet, stat. The itchies are back!