Thursday, July 31, 2008


Willie Bean Roscoe P. Coltrane




GO Willie!

Willie Bean Roscoe P. Coltrane, a 7-year-old yellow Labrador retriever is running for mayor of Fairhope, Ala.


Willie, I know you must be besieged by mail at this point. However, may I offer a few suggestions for your campaign platform?

1. Remind the voters that YOU CAN'T screw it up any more than any 2 legged already has.
2. There is nothing to "vett" in your past, as you have already disclosed your potential attraction to bitches.
3. You have no closeted habits... no drugs, alcohol, gambling, etc.
4. Your pay expectations are well within budgetary constraints.
5. You bring fresh ideas and you actually class up the running field as you have never been under investigation, criminal or otherwise, nor have you ever been indicted.

Now for suggestions on your actual platform:

1. ABOLISH puppy mills. "regulations are useless". So long as we domesticated 4leggeds are considered "livestock" [What pray tell do I have in common with a cow?????] regulations are USELESS. ABOLISH ABOLISH ABOLISH...breeding for cash- Make it illegal to traffic in dogs!

2. Pave the way Willie, be bold. Gice us 4 legged voting powers! Really. I mean it is not like many 2 legged voters have that much more brain power than we have...

3. Consider a cute, white, fluffy, curly younger running mate from VA ... She could do a lot for your campaign appeal! [I am available with proper incentives]

Wils, baby, just so you know, in 2004, Rabbit Hash, Ky., elected Junior Cochran, a black Lab, as mayor. He was the second 4legged to be elected to lead the small Northern Kentucky town. It says so on the town's Web site. The first was Goofy Borneman. So there is precedent!

keeping my eye on you

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

B' day thoughts

Just indulging in a little thinking about what I want for my birthday.

Mhhhh pink stroller? Nahhh I like walking and I would have to give up all the sniffing!

I saw new bling at MRS BONES... a little skull and lips. : ) Maybe the little heart locket I saw at the Coach outlet store. Wait I have a heart locket, already.

Maybe we can make a quick trip to DC. I would get to visit my human siblings, sniff out great spots in Arlington and maybe go walking in Old Town. I love that place! Doggy bakeries everywhere! And haute couture places where they can custom make anything for the
well bred and well heeled hip pupster!

Thinking about my own bag of Happy Hips really brought out a chuckle, so that goes on my wish list, for sure!

I love a crisp chicken chewie and it has all those health benefits! It gives you happy hips! If you saw how I wiggle my hips, you would swear I was born in Hawaii! Aloha ya'll!
Seriously... I am thinking more and more of DC 'cause in the end, I really want the whole fan damily around me.
Really. I do love them. 2leggeds and 4 leggeds- they are my pack and without them no birthday would be fun.



BY George I think they've got it!

Ok we are back and fully operational. Now when you type in your browser, you will end up here! :) Hi. Happy B' day Wynn! I have one of those coming up myself. Not sure if I actually want to acknowledge the aging process... Getting older is not a pursuit of mine. But, on the other hand... the goodies. The gifties. The swag. I am not passing that up. And I have fur to hide the wrinkles! Starting my birthday wish list...
Reviewing my Amazon wish list. Oh I need to add a few things.

Pondering 'vie


Russell Memorial Library, 2808 Taylor Road, in the Western Branch section of Chesapeake is promoting “The Dog Days of August,” a series of programs highlighting skills for successful dog ownership. On Monday, August 4, at 7:00 P.M., Louise McCarthy of the American Red Cross will present: Pets & Disasters: Preparedness for Your Pets.
If a Katrina were to hit here, what would you do?

Program attendees will:

· Learn how to develop a pet disaster plan

· Receive instruction for creating a pet disaster supply kit

· Learn how to coordinate a pet evacuation plan

Other programs in this series include:

August 5: Safety Around Dogs: Your Safety Begins with You (a program for children 5-12)
August 7: Making a Good Dog a Great Therapy Dog (Children welcome, too)
August 12: Alternative Veterinary Medicine -- Dr. Constance Pozniak
August 14: Chris Stakes – Pet Psychic -- bring a picture of your dog and ask one question!

Classes are free and open to the public. Registration is required; call 410-7016 to reserve a seat.

Another exercise in PATIENCE

So they linked my blog to BUT it takes a couple of days before everything works right. So I apologize if my archives are not functional, but they will be soon, I promise.


Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Patience is NOT a Virtue! It is just a word to describe the total waste of time when you have to wait for others to get ready.

I am an on the go, on time kind of girl. I am surrounded by slow pokes kind of dogs and some positively slowwww people. Hey pick up a clue phone. Move. Move faster! You are not molasses! You have four legs, use them!!! Before the 2 leggeds change their mind. Did you not hear the magic word?
R I D E... Now MOVE IT.... Let's go!!!

This is me waiting by the door. Hey I am aging here. Come onnnnnn. Patience... default word for I have no other choice but to wait...

I need a mantra to just cope....


Domestication and breach of CONTRACT

Good afternoon my fellow 4leggeds,

Today I pose a simple question: who are we? Well, we belong to the Class Mammalia (mammals - we are hair covered animals and we feed our young with breast milk ). We are meat eaters... therefore carnivores [all except JD!!!!] therefore we belong to the Order Carnivora and to the family of - Canidae. Within this family of canidae there are more subdivisions called genera, and each genus contains individual species. A "species" of dog is a group of dogs that normally breed and produce fertile offspring. Blah, blah, blah, sciencecakes. PHEW!

Now we get down to the nitty gritty. How and why did we befriend humans? My theory is revolutionary, but accurate I assure you. Human books indicate that archaeological evidence dates the domestication of dogs to have started about 10,000 years ago, (a lot earlier than the domestication of cats. Lucky, are you reading this???)

Excuse me, domestication of dogs?! Uh, dogs domesticated humans.

It's a simple symbiotic arrangement. A mutual promise. A bargained for exchange. A contract. 2leggeds promise food, shelter, and toys in exchange for our companionship, loyalty and devotion.

But something went wrong somewhere; the terms are too vague. We forgot to include provisions regarding the quality of the food in the contract. We just assumed we'd eat the same healthy food the 2leggeds got. (10,000 years ago there was no junk food!) We never imagined what some 2leggeds would try to pass off as "food." (Ehmm and what some of them eat?! Ick)

Have you smelled that canned stuff some 2leggeds try to torture their pups with? YUCK. It smells like a combination of gym socks, JD's butt, and bologna. No thank you.

So, 2leggeds, I beg you - stop slacking and hold up your end of the bargain already. No more canned food!!!! Go to the grocery store!!! I mean, it wouldn't kill you to eat a vegetable either. I'm just saying.


Legal eaglet

Monday, July 28, 2008

And They say I START trouble!

Momma! Look!!!!!! Poor little old me, being the youngest is always getting blamed for whatever ruckus is going on... I know, unfair, unjust and untrue.
It is never "SAINT JD". HA. Look! I was minding my own business. He sniffed me up! He pushed me and now I have proof! Next time I get accused of starting something... please refer back to this moment and re think who started it!



Do Ya know what I MEAN???

Debunking the myth of the all powerful 2legged. I feel I must do this. For all of you Bichons out there who feel powerless and who feel their 2leggeds are all powerful. It is sad, but true, and in a way it is part of growing up. Facing THEIR limitations. Your human is not all powerful. Face it. Really. Think hard. I bet you don't even have to think that far back.

For example, my humans really look and act powerless when they are confronted with the many many wires and plugs of a computer system. Really. They act completely overwhelmed. There are boxes and papers all over... instructions... dvds, much discussion, gesticulations, curses... yes curses... phone calls, long ones, lots of them... rides to the computer store back and forth. It would be comical except that they get so stressed out... Imagine wasting a glorious day like that! I got so bored I whined. That did not make a dent in their awareness. All I know is, we wasted a great day because lightening caused the phone to short the printer and the usb ports. Translation: blah blah blah blah... curses blah...^%&^%%#! If 2leggeds were all powerful, none of that would have happened.

I have also watched 2leggeds totally lose it when the ride machine does not go. Then you get to sit and wait for another human to come with a bigger machine that pulls yours... BOOOOOORING. They lose it when the washing machine throws up clothes... Or when the sink spits up water. I think I made my point. Maybe a more accurate read of the situation would be : Humans are powerless in the face of machines. Yes... They should hate machines because machines are trouble makers! I am confused. If that is all true, why is it that they always bring new machines in the house? They like trouble?

I am not allowed to stalk and jump on the roomba. Yet that machine is always beeping for something! And it owes me a chewie. It ate it. It did. It is a thieving nasty machine.

The dryer makes the clothes warm, but it screams for attention. The oven and the microwave also beep for attention... and then there is this thing. It screams and beeps any time the 2leggeds burn something. It is so loud. Then the 2leggeds run around opening doors and windows. Well, I think I have made my point. In the face of machines, 2 leggeds are not powerful.

So, my advice. If your 2legged is stressing over a machine, offer up a soft belly. Comfort them.

Be patient. Remember they do not cope with being outwitted by anything.
Snuggle up America!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

OMG How embarrassing!

My 2legged mom sometimes manages to embarrass us wayyyy beyond what one would think is endurable. You know what I mean... You barely got over her wiping your face and or butt in public... Her calling you "sugar lump of dirt" in front of that snooty collie... and voila` she manages to find yet another way to make you want to crawl into your fur and disappear. Yea you got it... she pulled out the baby pics! I knew no good would come from her cleaning out the library hutch. I knew it in my bones.

What is wrong with you 2legged? Really! Come on do you have to constantly amuse yourselves?

Blitz, chase each other, grow a tail! Frumpt. After she pulled out the pictures she started showing them around and with each ohh and ahh...I died a little. I mean I really do not want to show the world my tear stained baby face any more than JD wants to show the world his unglorious puppydom. Wendy gets off easy because she was past babyhood when she came, but still!

This was JD as a puppy...

This was Wendy~~~~~~~~~~~~>

Yea, the last is me.

I know, I know. She really loves us and to her we are and were beautiful from the second she saw us. But if I ever find a picture of her in diapers, or braces, or any of those awkward things you humans go through which seem to last forever [ehmm curlers], I am posting it.

No longer a baby-give me dignity!


Friday, July 25, 2008

Owning YOUR territory- The backyard

You , the Bichons out there, know that one of the most important jobs you have is to guard your territory. Your yard is YOUR territory. You must explore every inch despite the perils and consequences. The herb garden- make it yours. I know I know... walking in the rosemary and in the thyme and tarragon, you will end up smelling like a lovely roasted chicken... or a roasted potatoes... BUT it Must be done...

The grape arbor... Make it yours. Do not let the "jangly" things scare you. They are there for the squirrels. {Public enemy NO.1!}

And now we come to interlopers... ie....

Ducks! How dare they???? MY YARD! MY HOME!!! Although... they do leave behind duck poop which is a precious scent. Silvieon2 says if I catch the duck she will cook it. Wendy loves duck. WE get some when we go out to the Oriental food mart. Smoked tea duck. YUM...
Ok , come closer my lovelies... closer.... closer so we can eat you!
Along the fence, sooo many dangers!

Be careful . This plant makes you purple. So do not roll in the flowers. You get a bath, right away , ick....This one has thorns... and I tasted the flowers. Ick. And it stinks... And the 2legged love it. WHY???

Going under this big bush is not fun, you get wet, it is always wet under there, so... avoid it unless you are chasing public enemy no.1....

The "back corner"

On the other side of the fence there is a wild one... a LAB. 4legged and ill mannered. He is the source of grief and the object of much stalking by Wendy and JD. It is a territorial thing. You would not understand. JD and Wendy have assumed the job of back corner patrol- just in case... the lab does not know that this is OUR yard.. I hang back. I am what you would call "auxiliary forces". I join in only after a confirmed sighting of the lab.

I must admit, I love... "chillin" under the big magnolia tree.... Nothing beats a little shade and some breeze. You get flooded with smells, yummy, interesting smells from everywhere:

Others... just love sunning themselves. And.... after a full patrol, YOU do need to RELAX....

Owning my back yard!


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

LOVELY sentiment

what better way to honor one you loved so much? No better way! Keep the memory alive with a legacy of love.


Tuesday, July 22, 2008


I don't understand 2leggeds. They are very very hung up on insignificant facts. Stuff that has absolutely no meaning other than as a factoid. For example. I get asked if I am all Bichon. Some ask if I am a Poodle, others want to know if I have Maltese blood in me. I just shake my head. My momma ( my human momma) tells everyone I am 99% Bichon and 1% Angel. I am not sure that is accurate, but I like it. I am who I am. I am the silvieon4. That is enough.

just me

TOO hot

K, so why is it that it is sooo HOT out there? I refuse to go out there!. I am going to lounge around in air conditioned comfort and venture out only if I must if you get my drift. I am Bichon. I am not meant to be cooked in 95+ degree temps. I am meant to be nibbling on chilled baby carrots, licking a delicious chicken stock Popsicle, and getting my fair share of belly rubbing.
I watched Silvieon2 do something cool. Cool for us anyway. She makes us treats. She has this funny ice cube tray. It is funny because the cubes are shaped like hearts. Anywho. She sprays it with a light coat of olive oil. Then she fills it. 3 hearts filled with yogurt. (apple yum) 3 hearts with clear chicken stock. (double yum) 3 hearts with chopped chicken and broth (Wendy LOVES these) and JD loves the cottage cheese ones. Into the freezer the tray goes... and I bet later, this afternoon I will be licking up a storm.
MHHH wonder which one I am getting!
Last night we got to go out on a long outing. We visited, we shopped, we walked and we got to meet a whole lot of people. I am considering a swim with my 2legged. Mhh, right now I just want to roll over and snooze.
2hot2be handled

Monday, July 21, 2008

DIRTY bird!

Decency prevents me from publishing the pics of the "dirty bird" getting bathed. Yea, apparently when a Bichon gets dirty they demote him to "bird". Ick. Are feathers next?
Told you this would be good for a laugh or two.
Wendy and I got chewies. :) JD is now getting brushed and dried. Sure hope the roll in the grass was wort it! Moi, je prefer to roll on freshly washed carpeting.


Both Wendy and I have been watching JD. You see we are freshly groomed. JD has decided that he should go have a great roll in the freshly cut grass. You know what that means? Fuming 2leggeds and another bath! This should be good for a laugh. Wait until he gets caught.
That boy will never learn! We are just watching... It's entertainment!
Spectating me!

Sunday, July 20, 2008


My on2 brother is a good guy. He "bannered me." What you see above is one of my banners. Banners are a necessity when you are a blogger. They allow other blogs to include your link to your blog with style and elegance.

I now have a few banners and I am happily becoming computer savvy. My banners should be fun, peak interest and be functional. a tech-no invite to my blog.

By George I think he did all that! what do you think?

Somebody remind me to lick him up in gratitude the next time he comes home. His head totally tastes like Doritos - but it doesn't turn your fur orange!!!

I also have an on2 sister. She is the other "tech" support consultant. She does a lot to guide me and teach me the ropes.

Thank God I can pay them in kisses, otherwise I would be in serious debt!. I use a lot of tech support!!!!

Well, tail wags and licks to both of them.xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

blog on, with gratitude



After my post on why chocolate can send me into that good night, I have been getting lots of questions about other food that are not compatible with the delicate canine anatomy. So, here is my list of NO NOs.

Despite the fact that the song Peel me a grape is one of MY favs, grapes and raisins are a huge NO NO! A grape can damage the kidneys. (It is the concept of the peeled grape I adore!)

Onions ... On4s are NOT equipped to deal with onions in any amounts. Garlic in large amounts, and for some even in small amounts! Garlic and onions can be toxic and dogs because the sulfoxides and disulfides found in them can damage red blood cells and lead to anemia.

Tomatoes are toxic as raw potatoes, speacially those with green spots. Tomatoes (plant and fruit) contain tomatine, an alkaloid related to solanine. As the fruit ripens, the tomatine is metabolized. Therefore, ripe tomatoes are less likely to be problematic for animals. Clinical signs of poisoning include lethargy, drooling, difficulty breathing, colic, vomiting, diarrhea or constipation, widely-dilated pupils, paralysis, cardiac effects, central nervous system signs (e.g., ataxia, muscle weakness, tremors, seizures), resulting from cholinesterase inhibition, coma and death. (This information comes from veterinarians, and the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center.) (All parts of the plant except the tomato itself are poisonous to humans, although some people are sensitive to the ripe fruit also.) Tomatoes also contain atropine, which can cause dilated pupils, tremors, and heart arrhythmias. The highest concentration of atropine is found in the leaves and stems of tomato plants, with less in unripe (green) tomatoes, and even less in ripe (red) tomatoes. Please... if must share that PIZZA... crust only!!!!!

Caffeinated beverages because of the same issue as chocolate.

You are Nuts if you feed us NUTS! Macadamia nuts - Walnuts . Death by nuts. Not good! Even small amounts of nuts are toxic to us. As few as six macadamia nuts will trigger major symptoms within 12 hours of ingesting some of these nuts, we can't walk or stand, we vomit and our heart rate is elevated and we become weak. WE ARE NOT SQUIRRELS, so NO NUTS!
Oh yuh. NUTMEG is a NUT!!!!

Cooked bones (chicken, turkey, pork, beef) Too soft, they become deadly shards with perforate the gut.

Also... mushrooms, raw doughs... please, we are BICHONS. We DO NOT need to get yeasty and smelly!


Gooo QUILLAH and Rory

My little heart is happy today. Watch the video and you will see Quillah, HEALTHY Quillah!
Read her blog and you will know what courage, heart and love it took to snatch her from the brink of death. Hey Quillah, I challenge you to a full blitz! (Mhh I think she can beat me! Better practice!)

Rory, congrats on your new forever home! Make yourself indispensable, train them right, get them addicted to Bichon loving!

happy 'vie

Saturday, July 19, 2008

GROOMERS a necessary evil

The unspoken for all of us blessed with Bichoness is the ritual one must engage to maintain our looks. Even those of us blessed with God given beauty (I am blushing here) have to submit to rigors of grooming. It is an unspoken. Between Bichons rarely does one mention that word in polite company. The connotation is simply too much to bear as a collective experience. Look, we are a proud breed. Yet, each one of us who is lucky enough to be cared for must routely surrender all dignity to a 2 legged who will brush, wash, comb out, brush, clip, brush, cut, brush, blow out, brush, trim, brush, fluff, brush... you get the idea. A good groomer will actually go over your entire body with the proverbial fine tooth comb. They will spot health issues that maybe your 2legged did not notice yet. A good groomer will not allow you to overheat under the dryer, and will give you water and bathroom brakes. I shudder at the thought of a bad groomer. Aside from the obvious bad haircut that leaves you poodlelish...or baldish... or sheepish... until it grows out, (ick) you can get nicks, nails cut too short, scrapes from the razor, chemicals in your eyes... I even heard of poor dogs being dropped from the grooming table! But we must trust and endure. Trust that our too legged are vigilant owners and choose a good groomer. (Silvieon 2 is the groomer NAZI... love watching her go off when she sees a bad groomer) And endure. Endure we must because once we are all clean, scented as YOU like it (if you could add a bit of crab to my scent, it could be perfect- I like crab scent- Hey I live in Chesepeake!)we are IRRESISTIBLE. And there are a few perks. A good groom must be validated. It needs to be seen, admired, ogled at and you go out and show it off. ( Say it with me... RIDEEEEEE yeah!) Love going to my fav pet shop post grooming. The foot traffic alone guarantees it was all worth it. Ever see a human ignore 3 freshly groomed Bichons in a shopping cart? If they have a soul or a brain they respond with oohs and ahhs. God forbid they should ask who our breeder was, Silvieon2 will re educated them on rescue. :) I really like that. A lot. Public service and all that rot.

Silvieon2 just reminded that humans go through grooming rituals as wells. Hair cuts, shaving, nails, head wax (that's worthy of its own post at some point!) blah blah blah. Yea. You are an insecure species. Unable to accept yourselves as you are and passing your foibles on to us, your pets... I forgive you , just love me. [That is our weakness]

Anyway, I got groomed yesterday. Aside from the stupid frou frou ribbon (which I will "lose" at any moment) I think I look great. JD thinks so. Wendy looks good too. And JD looks Bichon perfect. Maybe. Maybe later I will post pics. Right now, I have some cappuccino foam to polish off and a belly that is aching for a rub. It is a lazy sat.

Mellow me

Friday, July 18, 2008

Just "tween" us GIRLS

Pssst, wanna see what happens when another guy pays the slightest attention to you?
Suddenly... just suddenly home boy can't stay away from you, he can't keep his paws off of you!

Yesterday you were just "there". Today being near you makes him crazy. Your scent drives him mad.
He can't get enough of you! He has to sit next to you, be with you, smell you, you have suddenly become soooo irresistible.
This is way more attention than a good blitz would have generated!

Oh well, now we know how to get to JD. Jealousy is his aphrodisiac. Thank you Spike and Charlie Brown, maybe just maybe we will have to keep talking.... Males! OY!

All sniffed out


Hi People. JD offered to give me a chewy if I let him write a guest post on the blog. I'm a sucker for a chewy. (Sorry Charlie Brown and Spike, but nobody closes JD in a room.)

Please note: if you're confused, see the comment exchange here.

gimmie some toys,
- 'vie

Here is JD's post:

Dear Charlie Brown and Spike,


I'm watching you,


Thursday, July 17, 2008


JD He says Silvie She says

1. Pillows best OVER me .. tunnel under
Lots of them, all UNDER me soft, cushy tushy

2. Ice great crunch- something to much
Lick, lick lick, hide it, lick some more if you find it

3. fat free turkey Ick, juts eat the wrapper
YUM guilt free delicious, I watch my figure

4. brushing just do it quick and get it over
Do me! slow, gentle brushing, ohhh that makes me melt

5. MUD! it happens!
Are you crazy? 1.I am white 2. I don't want a bath!

6.pasta al dente with butter please
Mhh are we out of mascarpone?

7.walking I lead you follow
Why would I follow you? I trust my nose.

8.morning hellos stop licking me!
You are emotionally constipated

9. female human strangers Oh yea pet me, love me, I love you
Hey stop reaching I don't know you!

10. tissues what about them?
Delicious, fun, yum!

11. LALA Ohh omg I am quivering... I love her, gush

12. collars What, are you trying to do choke me?
hey I need more bling!

13. blitz Once a week is plenty, kid!
Again, again!

14.the "teeth" game No, Not now not ever! Ask Wendy
I want to play now!

15. belly rubs Of course!
ok, but is that all there is?

Ohh such sweet SLEEP

In my house the best sleep happens in the middle of the big bed, when I am squished between my pack. Wendy above me, JD below me and my humans at either side of me. You know you are "home". You are warm, safe and comfy. The sleep is even better when you wake up because someone snuck downstairs and someone is cooking up some delicious yum that is smelling up the house. You know it. Bacon or pancetta smell is the best alarm clock. It is a gentle awakener. No harsh beeps, no loud music, no reality intrusion. None of that. Instead, a gentle nudge into a better reality. Your body simply pushes you to wake up and go make yourself known so that your share of heaven is not eaten by some other fluff. [Wendy really!] Ohh I also like the smell of the potato galette. You know how the inside is all creamy like mashed potato and the outside is crispy and full of herbs? Well I am an inside girl. I love a tablespoon of galette next to my pancetta (they are soooo stingy with that around here! Some day I want to eat a pound of it!)
I am a Bichon.... I am reluctant to leave the bed until all the smells tell me that the food is plated.
I know the sequence... pancetta, galette, cantaloupe and lemon [ick], toasted brioche and mascarpone (OMG that is like the best cheese momma makes), eggs, and coffee. When I smell the capuccino, 'tis time to high tail it downstairs. Saunter down, give them all kisses and licks, prop your front paws on one of them and do body stretches. That lets them know you have "chosen" them to cater your meal. :) Life is good. Feed me.


Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Samantha owns one Barbra Streisand.

French Fry' is a poodle/bichon and Lucky Boy, a full bichon live with actor Chris Cooper.

B. Coconut makes her home with Catherine Zeta Jones Douglas and the two kids.

Ringo is the full time keeper of one Sadie Frost who walks him regularly all over London and New York. Good training Ringo!

Maria Menounos is the 2legged in the lives of 5 Bichons: Cosette, Jackson, Evvie, Vincent, and Rooney.

Ella shares her days with Lainie Kazan.

Joon is Connie Stevens' best friend.

Lucy is Ms Aguilera' s trusty Bichon Frise companion.

Many Bichons have shared their lives with Kathy Lee Gifford who is an active Bichon rescuer.

Baby, works, lives and shares her life with writer Jana Kohl.

Bichon Frise named Second Baseman keeps Celebrity Concierge: Ozzie Guillen grounded in the Windy City.

Gucci is the Bichon that keeps the Lohan clan Ali, Lindsay and their brothers (Dakota, 10, and Michael, 19) feeling the love.

Oscar has a full time job loving and being loved by Susan Lucci, Erica Kane on All My Children .
[Yup, Oscar like the one she kept getting nominated for...]

Rusty, a Bichon is the muse inspiring Toni Ferrara, one of Hollywood's premiere celebrity fashion stylists.

Blondie the Bichon rocks out with her owner Ashley Tisdale and her new nose.

Princess Fiona shares her castle with an adorable (animated) bichon.

Sigh, this is only a partial list, if you know of any others, let me know...

Oh yuh, BTW...
when you 2legged name us... you need to pay attention a wee bit more.

I am just saying

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Why CAN'T I have chocolate???

According to Dr Jim, (Ohio State Vet. School) the theobromine in chocolate stimulates the cardiac and nervous systems. It is too much for us dogs, especially for smaller pups. A chocolate bar is poisonous and can even be lethal. Speeds up the heart and short circuits the brain.
Almost like an amphetamine overdose in humans. Ewwww, who knew! Keep the brown stuff away from me, I am NO JUNKIE!!!!!

"Theobromine poisoning From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to:

Theobromine poisoning or chocolate poisoning is an adverse reaction to the alkaloid theobromine, found in chocolate, tea, cola beverages, and some other foods. Cacao beans contain about 1.2% theobromine by weight, while processed chocolate generally has smaller amounts. The amount found in highly refined chocolate candies (typically 40-60 milligrams per ounce or 1.4 to 2.1 grams per kilogram) is much lower than that of dark chocolate or unsweetened baker's chocolate (over 400 mg/oz or 14 g/kg).
The amount of theobromine found in chocolate is small enough that chocolate can be safely consumed by humans in large quantities, but animals that metabolize theobromine more slowly can easily consume enough chocolate to cause chocolate poisoning. The most common victims of theobromine poisoning are dogs (for which it can be fatal). Cats and especially kittens are yet more sensitive. However, cats are less prone to eating chocolate since they are unable to taste sweetness. Many other animals are also susceptible.
The first signs of theobromine poisoning are nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and increased urination. These can progress to cardiac arrhythmias, epileptic seizures, internal bleeding, heart attacks, and eventually death.
Theobromine is especially toxic to horses, dogs, parrots, voles, and cats because they are unable to metabolize the chemical effectively. If they are fed chocolate, the theobromine will remain in their bloodstream for up to 20 hours. Medical treatment involves inducing vomiting within two hours of ingestion and contacting a veterinarian.
A typical 20 kg (44 lb) dog will normally experience intestinal distress after eating less than 240 g (8.5 oz) of dark chocolate, but won't necessarily experience bradycardia or tachyarrhythmia unless it eats at least a half a kilogram (1.1 lb) of milk chocolate. According to the Merck Veterinary Manual, approximately 1.3 g of baker's chocolate per kilogram of a dog's body weight (0.02 oz/lb) is sufficient to cause symptoms of toxicity. For example, a typical 25 gram (1 oz) baker's chocolate bar would be enough to bring out symptoms in a 20 kg (44 lb) dog.
Chemists with the USDA are investigating the use of theobromine as a toxicant to control coyotes that prey on livestock. [1]
Humans are also susceptible to chocolate poisoning if enough is ingested. The lethal dose is placed at around 22lbs. [2]

[edit] References
National Library of Medicine, Theobromine. (September 9, 2004)
Merck Veterinary Manual (Toxicology/Food Hazards section), Merck & Co., Inc., Chocolate Poisoning. (June 16, 2005)

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so now I Know!

DOGGY dreams

My idea of Doggy Nirvana:

If I had the magic wand and power to waive it, I would create the perfect utopia for all caninekind:

1. All fleas, ticks, vermin and such that buzz, bite or stick to you and make you itch are abolished.

2. Leashes are abolished and humans have to be trained to walk without them. (I said magic...)

3. For all you markers out there, a fire hydrant or post every 50 feet.:)

4. Upholstery for everyone! Couches, beds, chaises, loveseats, recliners... etc. for everyone, everywhere! ('ti's the Bichon in me!)

5. Open scent bars so you can rub yourself on duck poop, dead fish, bird dropping etc and smell they way you want to anytime, without interference from 2leggeds. (I said magic)

6. Train the 2leggeds to come, sit, heel, go for walk, drive, fetch snack, belly scratch, cuddle. (like I said... magic)

7. All squirrels are an acceptable renewable resource for fun, food and chase.

8. Protected under privacy laws, are all forms of self expression that do not harm anyone. So licking oneself would be perfectly fine, anytime, anywhere.Sniffing anywhere any time is perfectly acceptable. Endless barking is protected as free speech.

9. All humans who deliver anything anywhere, have to accept the consequences of their territorial encroachment and stop whining about it. Yes, Mr mailman, that includes you, the pizza guy, the UPS and Fedex people... etc.

10. The following phrases have been abolished: "no" "leave it" "stop".

11. All drive up windows must serve palatable canine delights on demand.

12. Every single house must have superior grade wall to wall carpeting for butt rubbing.

13. Any tissue box must be surrendered immediately to any doggy wanting it, anytime, anywhere.

14.Play time in the middle of the night is ok and all humans must adjust.

15. No more waiting around! All refrigerator doors must be equipped with dog friendly handles.

16. No human lap can be empty for more than 2 minutes.

Well those are my initial thoughts, but it is a working list, what would you add?



Bites and pieces...

So we hear... Marvin is now Marvin Shipley. Niiiiice. Marvin congrats on the choice of 2leggeds. Smart move on your part to go with Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue. They pre-screen you know!
And I am looking forward to meeting your family. Stay in touch and stay Bichon!

Charlie Brown and Spike have moved. I hope your new yard has many good sniffing spots.

Hmm whispers tell us that a certain "Beautiful" Kitty cat is on a diet and will be visiting a Kitty spa.... Mhh, too many treats? Well I am sending support and best wishes. Just remember, healthy is the goal, not skin and bones.

x & O

Just Chillin'

Looking out the french doors into the backyard. It is so wet out there from yesterday's rain. I think I will pass on going out to play until the sun has a chance to dry the grass. I HATE wet grass.
Besides, I called dibs on the big pillow and I AM NOT moving. :)
Yesterday we all slept a lot. We got to play upstairs and blitz for a bit, but the weather made you feel like you should be snuggled and held. Bichon weather! I am hoping for a sunny afternoon, or maybe a visit to the park???
here is hoping

Sunday, July 13, 2008



JD and Wendy came back from their walk today and found poor me all bandaged up and seemingly sedated. I had Silvieon2 explain to them that I somehow had gotten the idea that Bichons could fly if they had enough faith in themselves to do so... a la Peter Pan...

Wonder where little old me would get such a crazy dangerous idea! Anyway... my alleged "flight" supposedly resulted in many many broken bones.... much much pain.... and a long long precarious recovery process ahead of us which will require all the attention of all the 2leggeds, all the money and all the love and all the chicken treats and belly scratches. Sacrifices will have to be made by all. And all because of some stupid stupid stunt. Silvieon2 said she was so mad that if she ever found out who lied to me, she would cook them slowly like a cholent.

You should have seen JD hanging down his head... Wendy could not even be in the room. She took a peak at me and ran downstairs to hide. ( I am such a good little actress! I had them both sooooo scared and worried.)

I was left to "nap" while the momma and daddy went to prepare some lovely din din for me . JD and Wendy were instructed to stay away from me. But each snuck into the bedroom and each could barely look at me without tears. The guilt was digesting their little soul. It was delicious to watch. Ahhh sweet sweet revenge. JD swore to always protect me and to always take care of me. Wendy just blubbered "Mea culpa mea culpa". Both offered me toys. Both sat quietly hanging on my every sigh. OMG I wish I could bottle that feeling of power!
Then I heard those 3 magical, all healing all powerful, miraculous words: "Dinner is ready".
I opened my eyes, shook off the bandages and wend downstairs for my Sunday dinner.
Yum. Power and revenge are great appetizers!
Revenge by guilt- executed to perfection- when you love enough to get even !
'vie Streep

existential POTENTIAL dilemma

When I am not raging and perseverating on revenge issues, I find myself questioning my own judgment and my stupidity(?). Why was it wrong to trust JD and Wendy? Was I so stupid?
I guess I am looking at trust as I understand it and trying to understand what trust is. Does the fact that JD and Wendy set me up mean they don't care about me? I my universe trust begets reliance and viceversa. If I cannot trust I cannot rely. I am, after all, a pack animal. My survival depends on that trust and reliance on my pack. So, trust is more than lubricant in social contract, it is essential in my universe.
Did they do this because they don't care about me? Am I not part of the pack? And if they did this because they don't care about me... would the best revenge be indifference? Is that reasonable? I guess beyond embarrassment there is that emotional pain issue. Maybe I am being too much of an emotional scar picker, but hey I want to know that this incident does not mean they do not love me.
I know, heavy thoughts for a Sunday morning. I need more cappuccino foam from momma. RENT is playing on the BOSE, so I am half listening and thinking....
I am thinker. I have resolved a couple of issues:
JD must care about me because he took a lot of time to plot, plan and set me up. Indifference would not have required plan. So he must care.
Wendy must care as well because she participated. SO they both LOVE ME!
They care and they trust that I care enough that this will not change our basic relationship.
Ok, my revenge must exploit that love, that sense of pack security. I am smiling. Suddenly it is all so clear. So simple... sooooo delicious. Muaaaaaahhhh
'existentially resolved

VINCERO` I will win....

"Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza, guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore, e di speranza!" {Yea Wendy... really}

"Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me; il nome mio nessun saprà! No, No! Sulla tua bocca lo dirò quando la luce splenderà!"

"Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio che ti fa mia!"
"Il nome suo nessun saprà... E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir!"
"Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò! Vincerò! Vincerò! " {JD he who laughs last....and all that rot}

Nessun dorma - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

VIDEO Luciano Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma - Puccini - Turandot - Olimpiadi di Torino 2006

So, all night, in my little head I heard Turandot. All night in my little heart I plotted my revenge. yup- VINCERO`. I promise I will win!

Sometimes, no music fits life better than opera. And Puccini expresses emotions both with common appeal and fresh rawness. Like they are being felt for the first time and yet you know exactly what they are all about. I am Calaf! I have been up all night. As I watched JD and Wendy fall asleep, I plotted my revenge. Vincero`.

I got lots of holding and soothing from Silvieon2. She said that I should not take things so seriously, that this was all in jest and that everybody goes through stuff like this at some point in their lives. Well, I am not everybody. I am mad.

sign me Calaf

Saturday, July 12, 2008

^&%#$%!!!!! shame*(&^&* RAGE...............

Co conspirators

Yea funny.. ha ha NOOOT!

Curses ! Drats! %^$#@! I have been punked! JD is an Ashton wannabe who took advantage of my innocence and my trust! Somehow [and I am sure this involves chicken in some form or other] he got Wendy to go along with his evil scheme. They conspired to lie to me. I will not grow bigger and grow wings tomorrow, they day after or any other time. BICHONS DO NOT FLY. We are called angels because we are sweet... and the wings... FAKES. Another 2legged thing- Halloween fakes. I past embarrassed about 2 seconds after my discovery of the ruse. Then I passed rage. Now I am comfortably cool, calm and collected because my dears... revenge is best served cold. Now I am plotting. I am seething and plotting. I will get even.

There will be consequences, Like Jules says [PULP FICTION-QUENTIN TARANTINO]: 'The path of the righteous DOG is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil DOGS. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost PUPPIES. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.' Ezekiel 25:17:

Nobody messes with 'vie!

PS. JD and Wendy, like a cheap slip, your jealousy is showing!


I'm not supposed to tell anyone about this. But I can't help it! And I feel like we've built up enough of a relationship over the past few months that I can trust you. I can trust you, right?

Okay. Good.

We can grow wings and fly.

I'm not kidding. I'm not crazy. Look:

That's Ms. Wendy. She is just about to take off in that picture.

Flying is SO FUN. Here is how it works: once the humans are gone, we grow wings and fly. You do know that many 2leggeds call us angels.... well... they are almost right. Some of us just fly around and play. Wendy even dusts for momma. But others.... others are not as nice. They move things! Then they giggle when 2leggeds search for hours (JD!!!!).

But.. and this is so important... NEVER EVER EVER try to make us fly in front of you. We'll fall and get hurt and nobody wants that. We just can't do it when you're around.

up, up, and away!
Oops... I was just told. In my house we fly 'cause Wendy is magical. Who is this Peter Pan dude???

Friday, July 11, 2008


In Memoriam:
Bijou De Angelis Beloved Bichon
February 10, 1990 - June 24, 2008

May your 2legged Barbara De Angelis find comfort in the memories you shared. May her heart eventually heal enough to share her life again with another Bichon.

We grieve with her.



Sometimes, I like to sit and think. I like to watch, observe, listen and take it all in and think.

Viewing the world from my level must be completely different than what a 2legged sees. It must be different because from my point of you there are many thinks that do not make sense at all. Ok can you please tell me why humans need things that look like other things? For example, what is up with the fake ducks on lawns? From far away they look like the real thing, you rush to sniff only to find out... PLASTIC they are plastic! So.... why??? I have also seen fake deers, fake flowers and even fake humans. What I cannot understand is why why why? Do humans know that they are fake? Can they tell? It is strange, don't you think?

We go walking on the boardwalk in VA Beach. Lovely spot full of wonderful smells, but there are so many FAKES it is bizarre. There is this huge fake human like made out of ?? stone, metal and such.
Fake beach balls... Not soft. HARD and cannot be moved, so
really you can't play with them, so why are they there???

All this makes me think that 2leggeds are into what the thing appears to be rather than what the thing really is.

There are fake seashells, fake crabs, fake fish... you get the idea. What I also noticed is that there is not one fake 4legged. Anywhere. Wonder why.

In any case, real me loves the real boardwalk with all the sand, wind, fish, birds, kites, other 4leggeds all walking their owners on leashes.

Do you think my 2leggeds love the fake Bichons as much as they love Jd or Wendy or me? Nahh, not possible. They don't even cuddle.

Real deal