Thursday, July 31, 2014

Thoughtless Thursday: Three ON DUTY

Nothing easy about being a BICHON. Surveying our street and keeping an eye on things is part of our lives.

Some of us take the job far more seriously than others... Ehmmmm. But then he is a boy and he needs to feel powerful and he does that by growling and barking at... big brown dogs. Easy to do when you are perched two stories up and looking down from the safety of your cushy observation post, no?

Nothing to think about! This is what we call  "paper courage".

The Wendy and I are far more interested in the person behind that blinkie box they call a camera.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

MAX MAIL! The grass patchie thingie

Arlington, VA, 7/29/2014
On my balcony.

Dearest Silvie, JD and The Wendy too,
it is my sincerest hope that my letter finds you all in glowing health and knee deep in chewies. Speaking of which, how is your momma?  And your daddy?  Oh yes, I just saw your daddy. You will be happy to know he did not look at any other dog while he was here. You have trained him beautifully. When he talks about you, he gets this sweet almost dog like look in his face!.  Very well done, guys. I am was impressed.

I wanted to send you pictures of this place I have that is called a "balcony".  I love it, it is like a giant deep open window into the city. But recently my momma has placed an odd thing out here and I am somewhat at a loss as to use and function.  I am hoping that one of you can give me some insight.

First of all.... do you note the yellow pee cone? It was part of my agility training set, but yellow always makes me pee... and apparently now it must live on this ... rug? Towel? Patch? Grassy thingie????
Look at the picture.... It is small. Can't roll on it. Can't really stretch on it.  Can't dig it.

I have tried to ignore it. Apparently that was the wrong move. My hooman went on and on and on for ever and two days about how much she wants me to USE IT.  Use what??? How???

I have tried very hard to understand what she wants.  I hope I am wrong.  I think she wants me to use it for pee mail.  Odd.  This patch thingie is small, it is in MY balcony, and nobody else would have access to it, so why would I pee mail on it? I mean I pee mail all over the city, as I should! Arlington is MY turf now!

What would be the point of pee mail that is read by no one????

Oh she also said, that I should use it because I get a fresh "patch" every week. Wait, do you think when they take the old patch away it is sent somewhere where it is read by other dogs? Talk about complicated!!!  I am confused and I am at a loss. Your input is much appreciated. When I peed on the yellow cone, which happened to still be on "the patchie thingie" she did a dance... if only I had her cell phone, you tube would have had a new viral hit...'nuff said.

On other fronts, I have been winning small victories at training my hooman.  She actually cooks well and  pays attention to my likes and dislike. I have tried not to act too eager just to peak her concern and so she does not get bored or stale.  That was great advice Wendy!  JD, while I have tried to bury myself in her hair, it is just not my thing. But I do give her kisses which immediately melts her to her core. But best of all Silvieon4, your advice about the Disney eyes and puppy look, SPOT ON!  She has zip resistance to it.  I even tested in adverse conditions.... yea, I did it, the old toilet paper roll unravel trick. I must say, she passed with flying colors.

For the most part, we are really doing quite well. I occasionally de squeak a toy or two [GUYS I HAVE SO MANY TOYS!!!! I love it] and I watch as she does surgery on them. Love my daily walks.  Had the flattering and insulting experience of having a hooman wanting to buy me for 700 dollars! I gave him the eye roll.  I am beyond price tags!  I am not "product"!  I am not "thing"!!!!!  I AM BICHON you dumb person. My momma was stellar, she handled it very well... somewhere , on some couch, that person is working with a shrink to find his dignity. I do love her.  She is fiercely protective of me. But a little neurotic. Does not handle me chasing game. No squirrels, no rabbits, no birds, no cars. What is up with that?

The other interesting development is the TV thing. Do you know that on my TV I get to see CATS?  Yea, for real. CATS!  They miao and everything! I have now spent serious time trying to figure out how to get them out. I just want one. You know, to play with. All I get from my momma is "Dude, you have to get over this cat fixation" Why????  Do you guys get to play with that Cooper cousin? He was kind of aloof.

Let's see, am I forgetting anything? Mhh. Love the city.  Love the lobby still and love the courtyard most. But I also love the parks.  JD, you would not believe how many girls I have met and I am now "friends with". Silvie and Wendy, it's a guy theng...

I am thinking that when I come down on vacay, [yea we are coming! Soon even! My momma said so!] we should hang out and maybe do the boardwalk.  I hear that the smells at the beach are completely out of this world.  Looking forward to sniffing it all.

Well, I have to go hang out and get my nap in, When my mom comes home for lunch she drags me out for a long walk!  She has needs, what can I say?

Woofs and wags to all
Fuzzy Overlord

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Tasty Tuesday: The Food2Go talk.

Travel can be fun if you are prepared.

So, it is summer. It is our time to go and explore and visit and take day trips and discover and make new friends, and taste new things and have fun and generally.... it is BUSY, exhausting, interesting, wild... and... sometimes it interferes with our  routine. For some of us, a change in routine means tummy ache, feeding issues, etc etc.  Momma is not into that.  So,  over the years, momma has developed some great coping strategies.

Day trips generally mean that we are getting up very early, getting into a van that daddy has packed the night before and going on a long ride to end up somewhere new.  That "somewhere" does not necessarily have the same grocery stores, or readily available food that we like. In comes the "travel box". Momma has this travel box and this small red cooler. In those two units is our "routine". If we did not eat breakfast, you will find our breakfast, our treats,bowls, bottled water, our  meds, a basic dinner that can be augmented with local fresh something or other, wipes, brushes, and of course extra harness and leashes. [we learned that things brake] and a flash drive with our medical info on it in the small first aid box. I forgot, Blue teddy comes with us too. I need him.

Getting my Teddy and getting ready to go!
Are you guys ready?

It is pretty basic, common sense stuff, but having it there makes our life easier.  In our case, JD is deathly intolerant of chicken and beef. So, it is not unusual for momma to have an emergency can of low sodium turkey. But really, she is pretty good at packing lamb chops that can be grilled quickly, [all parks have grills] frozen turkey meatballs that thaw nicely and baked sweet potatoes that are simply delish.

Turkey jerky travels well in the cooler, as does chevre which we all love. And here is the other part of safe travel.  Momma has no problem asking a restaurant to make something for us. Yea, we get the weird looks. So what. If we are at a seafood place, momma will ask for steamed plain crab. Butter on the side. It is delicious, safe, we love it and it is easy. Asking for plain steamed veggies like broccoli and carrots and cauliflower is simple. We do stay away from heavily sauced, buttered, sweetened... stuff.  And yes key to getting what you really want is to ask- ask-ask-ask many many questions. "We get our veggies in a pouch with seasonings..." means no veggies.  Yogurt. We find plain yogurt just about everywhere. [Except that store in Coinjock.... what was up with that?]

CALLING dibs on the right car seat

The thing that momma will not do is give into the moment and "try" something new.  Sorry, but NO. Too many consequences. She is generally horrified to see people give their dogs chunks of greasy BBQ pork off their sandwiches. These are  the same people who will complain that their dog does not travel well.  they get sick and vomit... DUHHHHHHH!

So, make it safe, invest a little time and thought in being prepared and make the trip a fun experience, for EVERYONE!

So to pack your Safe food kit, ask yourself what you feed your four legged, and ask yourself how well does it travel?  And... How do I make it safe for travel?

Waiting for our grilled din din.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Who are you calling a BOLO?

Relax, Wendy Pooh. It was not an insult.  You know how Hooooomans are. Some four leggeds are just so...sensitive.. and some two leggeds are so...
You are a beautiful girl and that two legged was not the brightest candle in the hannukia. {I have been wishing it was Hanukkah lately. I think I am craving corned beef. Momma, should you be putting up some corned beef? hmmm?}

Ok Wendy Pooh, let dissect what happened. Our Sunday was going very well.  We talked momma out of unpacking and we went off to our fav places. The pet store. Right?  You loved the live sushi bar. I loved too. I bet those little red glittery fishies taste just like spicy sardines! Do you think the yellow ones are mustardy?
 I just have never seen them serve all that sushi. It seems as if all they do is grow it in those water tanks. Strange, ha?  Thank dogness Hero down the street serves sushi, else I would be famished with a crazy craving.

Back to our Sunday.  We were visiting and meeting lots of new dogs, and some nice two leggeds.  We even met some cats. [Cooper you have a few doppelgangers!  I swear they looked like you. But the eyes. They were different Coop, yours are special.]

Anyway, there we were being oohed and ahhhed and petted and people were losing their minds over our fluffytude, when this little taco dog approached us and tried to chat us up.  Turned out he was a  long haired Chihuahua named "Jesus"... no I am not kidding.  If I had hands I would have gladly slapped this hooman, for that alone.  For so many reasons.
Then, this "dude"approched us, pointed to you and said:
"That's a BOLO.  I would know a BOLO anywhere."

Really dude?  You would? Sure about that?
Did you catch momma's eye roll?  It was EPIC.  It came with a frigid wave . I think she cooled the air around her by about 20 degrees. Good thing we are wearing fur 'cause we would have gotten frostbite.

BOLO is the wanna be hipster short for BOLOGNESE.  Not the sauce we love.Italian sauce. Mouth is watering, do we have any home made tagliatelle? Whaaaaaat?  It's not my fault.  I have great taste memory. The Bolognese breed is a cousin to the Bichon Frise with one tiny distinction. The Bolognese's hair flows in long, wavy locks. 

It was 90 + degrees yesterday.  Tons of hummiditty. [humidity] and we has walked by the spritzy fountains, remember? Remember how we all frizzed out?  Momma looked like a brown q tip. {Giggle}  Remember how she took out her hair brush, brushed us  all and the she brushed her own hair?

Well, that quick brush out just gave us all "waves".  He was NOT insulting you. More than likely he was trying to "impress" anyone listening with his parlance . "Bolo " is not an insult.  He picked you out because you have the most beautiful halo. Yea, girl, you do. I love the way it frames your face.

And, come on, how cool was momma's dismissive waive as she said in perfect Italian. "No, non e` Bolognese. E` Bichon Frise."  I bet he wished he never opened his mouth. Anyway, Wendy Pooh, you are beautiful and the dude was just a dude with a poor dog named Jesus.

Jesus help him.
that's all I am going to say.


Sunday, July 27, 2014

Black and White Sunday: The things you do for love....

Don't you dare judge me. It kept momma entertained. We had a huge thunderstorm..   And frankly I can rock any look. It did get old fast
But she will be taking me out today it will pay off.

What stooopid things do you do for the love of your hooman?



Saturday, July 26, 2014

Sepia Saturday... Falling in love

This is one of my favorite pictures. It was taken about an hour [37 minutes, actually... daddy timed it...] after momma and I met.   Yes, that many years ago. I was a puppy.  I was a smart puppy.
I saw momma, she saw me. I knew she was mine and she knew I was hers. Everything else did not matter. Logic?  Out the window. We were not going to part. EVAH!.

It was kismet, I felt at peace in her arms and she felt whole with me.
It was meant to be.

I did growl at first when she tried to pick me up. I had to. It is expected. Then I went up to her and as she held me we looked into each other's eyes and souls. She had me there. At first look.

Well momma, I know you feel the same way. You tell me ten thousand times a day that you love me.  I never got tired of hearing it and I love you too.

Looking back, it's funny how people remember our gotcha day. They say you never put me down and you carried me and you told everyone that I had a last name.  All I remember is feeling safe and happy and knowing I belonged to you and you belonged to me. I don't recall anyone else except for Dowi. I do recall her hair and her holding me and her telling me that I was part of a family.

The Adam was someone I met later. But he turned out to be awesome too!

You know what? I really don't recall my time before we met. I don't even want to. I am where I am supposed to be.

Dearest Silvie,

I went to White Dog Cottage to meet you because I was curious. They had named you Silvie. Obviously I had to meet you. After all, I am Silvie! Daddy and I "discussed" whether or not we should adopt you. He was very excited , I was very apprehensive.  I had JD and The Wendy and they were finally settled into a routine. I was worried that bringing you would upset that balance. But off we went.

The ride to White Dog Cottage felt soooooo long. When we finally got there, all the dogs greeted me because they know me as the cookie lady. You. You decided you did not need to meet me.  You ran in the bathroom and hid behind the toilet. You silly girl. And when I tried talking to you you showed me that adorable under-bite and gave me a growl. And what a cute, wonderful, delicious growl it was! Your lanky puppy body, awkward, tear stained little face sent my heart into a gallop and my mind into a tail spin. I saw all that you could be and I knew, right there and then I knew. We belonged together. I was not going to trust anyone else to take care of you. 

I picked you up. I kissed your face and your sweet paws. You nestled in my arms and that is when that picture was taken. The rest is history as they say. Not a day goes by that you do not surprise me. In case you ever wondered... My little shikourina, I love you.

Thank you Auntie Robin, how did you know?????

the momma.

Friday, July 25, 2014

So, what's the deal with picnics?

OK, I will tell it as it is.  I am NOT a fan of picnics. I do not like being hot. I do not like bugs, I do not like
the "humditty" [humidity], but most of all... I must have UPHOLSTERY and I must be afforded all the comforts befitting my station. I am a princess you know. I know I act all humble and that causes you to forget my true nature. I forgive you. BUT....please remember I am royalty. A fan, a spritzer, some cushions would not have killed you.

JD's biggest issue with picnics is that apparently THERE ARE NO MENUS to look at for a picnic! Whatever is slapped on that grill or snapped out of that tupperware is what you get. Can we say... "draconian"????  Look at the poor boy trying to comprehend these limitations!  We are used to menus. Some of us can't eat or won't eat... processed chemicals... I am just saying.

The Wendy will walk on anybody to avoid grass. Do you blame her? Would you want to walk on a toilet?
Would it be so totally out of the question for us to go back to the van, have daddy turn the air on and have our "picnic" in the comforts of the van? You know, soft upholstery, background music, A/C, and nice comfy pillows and... iced water?  You know,  like we are CIVILIZED!

WE can "socialize" for a bit after we eat.  But honestly, this whole picnic fascination is just incomprehensible to me. I am wearing a fur coat.  It is like 90 degrees, and... I am sorry, but when I am this uncomfortable, I am not going to be social.

Let's go home.  Might as well.  Hoomans.  They have such cacamemy ideas sometimes.

'vie , JD and The Wendy.... in FULL agreement

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thoughtless Thursday: Just WATCHING

Sometimes watching hoomans go round and round doing "stuff"
is really entertaining.  Kind of like watching ants in one of those ant farms.

It's good to be a BICHON.
I have one chore on my list:


I think I got this down.
Any moment now, she will see me, she will stop, drop and KISS me silly.  Any moment...


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tasty Tuesday : simply delicious.


It is the season, and you know what that means?

"Boobeeeries sorbet"
A 5 step summer treat:
[Without egg white!]

1. wash blueberries
2. freeze blueberries
3. food process blueberries
4. add equal parts of yogurt
5. and 1 TBS of local honey

scoop and serve.

Ehmmmm could you please bring it outside by the pool?  The HELP these days.... lazy, no make that Lazy with a capital L.

Did you know that blueberries make my black nose darker? And my tongue PINKIER!

Yes I eat it for all the right reasons... my nose needs to be darker, the local honey boosts my immune system, nahhh that it is delicious is just a bonus...
Don't you believe me?  I only eat things that are good for me! "Honest truth" !!!
There is this bridge I would like to sell.  Would you like to own a bridge?  It is one of a kind, it has a wonderful name... "Golden Gate Bridge"   It would be like owning jewelry, almost, but on a larger scale.
You doubt my veracity? I do not even own that!

Well doubt whatever you want, but try this!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Monday, resting up after a busy weekend.

Some of us forced the pawrents out and about instead  watching them do of all that work that they claim they have to do. Whatever, all I know is, my closet is in perfect order, so I do not need to hear about other closets that need to be cleaned out.  I needed to go out and I made sure I got my Sunday outing.
Met some lovely people, met some nice dogs, and even had my first face to face with a green  thingie, momma called a gecko. Hey is that the dude from the commercial? He was kind of uppity... Ehhh. 

My favorite part of the weekend was the boardwalk. The smells, the noise, the activity.
Besides, I am a people watcher and trust me on this, the boardwalk is prime real estate for people watching. {Yea I judge... but I am not allowed to say things out loud., not until I get my own fashion police show... momma and her rules... ugh!}

Some of us, like Quint spent the time getting all settled in and loving his new digs. Heyyyy Quint got enough toys there? Took me a bit to find you in the picture!

Some of an emergency bath after rolling and running through a mud puddle. Max, nice trick. So, that's how you avoid the blow dryer, you act all wiped out and sleepy after the bath!  Duly noted.  Except that would probably not even remotely slow down my momma... OCD  herself would probably tell me that I can nap AFTER the comb out and blow dry...

So... what was your favorite part of the weekend?


Sunday, July 20, 2014

It's Black and White SUNDAY!!! Let's roll!

“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” — Kahlil Gibran

“The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” — Anais Nin

  1. "Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!" Mame Dennis

Time to get our adventure going. I just gave you four excellent reasons why today will not be spent on "chores". I can live or die with remorse momma, not with regrets. LET'S ROLL!


Thank you for hosting Nola and Sugar:

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Sepia Saturday: HOW TO PAW [handle] THE MOMMA

I am not supposed to be on the bed... I was.. rolling, scenting myself, digging a little, you know, I was "having some me time..."  OOOOOPS... I hear momma... she is coming upstairs... Best defense is DISTRACTION!  I am going to show you how I "distract momma " so I don't get in trouble.

Step 1.  Don't hide, call her over, growl and invite her closer, assume play bow position.  Make her think you have been waiting for her this whole time and that she is LATE for play time. "Talk" up a storm. She will be so busy trying to figure out what you are actually saying she will forget the -get off my bed- speech.
You notice, I have not given in an inch.  I am still on the bed.  I OWN the bed. It is MY territory. 

Step2. PLAY BOW POSITION! Just wait her out.
She can't resist it.
Helicopter the tail. Do not offer the belly - yet-. Make her earn that belly!
Don't forget that you are the BICHON. You have the fluffytude.  You have the power!

Step3. And before she can regain her composure and start in on that old tired speech about getting off the bed,
Sprinkle some guilt on her:
"You never play with me anymore"
"I guess you don't love me anymore"
"Is my cuteness not enough for you?"

[You notice I am completely out of focus, right?  That's because I am wagging my whole body while growl talking at Momma]

You know what? SHE GAVE IN.  I got a wonderful play session  followed by a belly rub and I got to ride downstairs in momma's arms. And for the record, I will be back on that bed, soon...


Friday, July 18, 2014


In my mailbox:  From Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue

John and Cheryl  of Gloucester, VA and their Bichon, Cuddles, 

are the new mom and dad and sister to Quint :)

WELCOME to the family! [No, the bills are not separate.  Hahahahaha, I crack me up!  Get it?  spoof of that commercial....]

My momma is particularly happy because she knows what a fab family Quint has joined.  I love starting my day with great news!.  I am doing helicopter tail and shaking my booty to a little cha cha...

[ I am attracting a lot of attention...I do have a great tushy. No point in engaging in false modesty. Nothing beats a Bichon Butt, sorry Kim K.West.... but it is true.  Not to diminish all you have accomplished with your hooooman butt, such as it is, tailless and all...]

But back to Quint. Little boy, your TBFR family is thrilled for you. We know what a loving boy you are and we look forward to seeing you blossom.

Obviously you have to, have to, have to COME TO THE BASH.  You have to bring your pawrents and sister so we can all meet up. And you have to show off.  It is expected and normal. And don't forget that you have to "distance" snob auntie Robin and uncle Jack.   They will whine about it, but secretly love it because it means you are fully bonded with your new family.

Just a couple of bits of wisdom, play it cool, play by the rules [at first anyway] and make sure that your momma never has an empty lap!  Fulfill your destiny!

Send me a pic.

Meanwhile, I dance with joy!!!!

And The Wendy joins me! Chasses, reverse top, Turkish towel...Hip twist spiral.... cha cha cha...
I love to dance!


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Thoughtless Thursday: the name of the game is "ADAPTATION"

Momma is clueless. She has all these "rules". Stoopid "rules". We are not allowed to dig outside.
Specially after we just got groomed, but generally we are not "allowed" to do what is instinctual.
Talk about neurotic.  Think of  it as if I told you you were not allowed to sneeze.

Pretty dang stoopid no?
But ... part of successful co-habitation is the art of "compromise".

And compromise we must. And they way we do that is to engage in our instinctual behavior, in a "acceptable"

We "dig" where we are allowed to dig.
This is Wendy's "expensive" foam  bed. HER bed. And the Wendy  is "digging"in HER bed. Nothing to think about, right?
Wrong.  Momma just told her to stop digging.So why does that momma still have "issues"????  There is NO pleasing some people
Come to thing of it, daddy always says that SHE is hard to please.
I get it daddy, I really get it...
PS. I DIG momma's bed, when she is not looking. I like the crumpled look and tossed pillows...