Wednesday, September 30, 2015

It's coming.... soon...


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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

This is abuse! Auntie Robin help me!

I am recovering. I am post up. I am following my Dr's orders and taking it easy.
I am not myself.
I gave up. I am not up to par. My momma is taking advantage of that fact. I have stitches holding my ever so perfect tushy together.... and that woman put a onsie on me. A ONSIE! Really!
A striped one. How appropriate. I feel like a prisoner. And horizontal stripes at that?
Where is Fashion Police when you need them?

And while I am convalescing, or at least trying to... I become aware of momma and the dang flashy box.

Seriously woman?  Seriously?  Going to heap that abuse on top of the onsie indignity????
Stop telling me that it is better than the cone of shame. 
Ever hear of autonomy?  I should be able to scratch my own itches.

I cannot believe that you are taking my picture!

Listen... right now... I don't like you. You get that?

I am just going to ignore you. No kisses, no snuggles and my belly is off limit to you.

BTW, the next time you are shingling. I will be taking your picture. Just warning you.

aka the beautiful Bichon robbed of her dignity.

Monday, September 28, 2015

One infernal ITCH!

JD, I feel you.

She whose name I shall not bark has put a onsie on me. Those blue stitches are making me crazy.

I want to scratch them out now!

One more week?????  I am going crazy!

And a pink onsie???? No NO NO NO Pictures.  The humuliation is just too too much.

Color me itchy and healing and humiliated in Chessie.


Thursday, September 24, 2015

This one IS one wonderful man

This is the coolest guy he rescues stray dogs and every morning he takes them for a train ride by our building, i finally got the courage up to ask if I could take his pic! Love this and had to share!

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Yea, drugs are good. TRUST ME on this

My incision site is sore.... Some joker did something to me teeth and "cleaned them" or something???
What the heck did that have to do with my "SITUATION?"

FYI.... I keep my teeth in my mouth and I don't eat dirt therefore THEY WERE ALREADY CLEAN!

Whose bright idea was it to clip my nails?  I was trying to grow them for that new pointy look!

All I can say, you are lucky I have drugs in my system, else I would be telling off a few thousand people. 

The colors man, the colors... talk about kewl....


PS... I got sewn with blue thread. In the future, if there is a future... PINK OK?  That's my signature color!

Monday, September 21, 2015

What's a Donald Trump?

My woof he is full of hot air and he is boring and he is making me sleeeeeeeepy.The Wendy

I think is more like Ipacac... He makes me  queasy,  'vie

Sunday, September 20, 2015


I love you.

Kisses show you how much I love you

The Wendy to Uncle Phil 

Thank you Sugar and Dachshund Nola for hosting

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Sepia Saturday Sleepy MAX

A happy dog is a TIRED dog.



                                  ELEVATOR,LOBBY, RUN, WALK, IT MOVE, IT FIND,
                                  IT HIDE, STUFFIE THE CARRY, LICK, BARK, CHASE
                                BLITZ, RUN, RUB, SNIFF, WALK, FETCH, PLAY, WALK

                                         AND THEN IT STARTS ALL OVER AGAIN...


DINNER WAS GRAND, THE BELLY RUB THAT FOLLOWED WAS PERFECT , TIME TO                                                                              RECHARGE!

                                                        ALL IS WELL IN MAX'S WORLD!

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

SUCH bs!

this is how I let momma know what I am thinking.... Did you catch the eye roll?????

Putting ME on a diet!!!! Seriously???????


Monday, September 14, 2015

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Dancing with JOY x2!

Soooooooo, it is time to boogie around here.

Stewart Little and Leah are both in their forever homes!

You know how happy that makes us.  And personally knowing both adopters has put the biggest smile on momma's face!.

Leah's momma is Miss Emily and I promise you Leah's new life will be to be envied. I am counting on Max to stay in touch and mentor Leah as they are "neighbors".  And while I am not a fatalist, this match has left me scratching my head because only fate could have woven through time and place to make this match. Leah, you are ONE LUCKY little girl!!!! Miss Emily, welcome to our family.

Stewart Little.  You almost ended up at my house. Almost. Honestly, I do feel that your new family is the best choice! [Ehm auntie Robin, this is what we call nepotism... I am just saying... and I think it's wonderful!] Did you take the basket with you?

Yes, we will publish pictures of Miss Leah, as soon as we get them.

Meanwhile, DANCING to ABBA!!!!!!

yeah I am a retro kind of girl...

The interloper steals momma

Cosmo ... the Johnny come lately is at it again...

Ha. The joke is on him! Stealing momma during non peak hours DOES NOT COUNT.

We all know that.  But ife he tried this during peak hours, I would boot his sorry tushy right off of her!

By the way... he snores!!!!!

Thank dogness momma does not wear out 


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

My dearest brother

Happy birthday!!!!!!!

make that:


I have been saving all my kisses and snuggles for you. 

we love you the most. {I do anyway- the rest of them are just tag alongs..., but I am the only one that really counts.}


Sunday, September 6, 2015

What does my name mean?

In Italian:

OK OK, I will translate. It is the responsibility of the multi lingual to translate, after all.

My daddy thinks so.  He expects so. Momma says that shows intellectual laziness, specially when it is an often used word. [ehmmm daddy... ya know what I am talking bout]

So my name-SILVIE.... Sil from the Egyptian it means "Litte" and  Vie from Russian origin means fighter!  I AM I AM I AM A little fighter!!! Ask Cosmo!!

You can check your name and what it means here:

In English!

more accurate.... 

What does your name mean?


Thursday, September 3, 2015

I am doing my very best to....

IGNORE that tail sniffing Cosmo boy.

A. does he NOT get that I pose ALONE?
B. where does he come off thinking I want to be sniffed this early in the morning?
C. is JD watching???? Otherwise all this is just for nothing.
D. boys!!!! Can't live with them, can't live without them...pass the chewies.


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

to judge a journey

always look to the starting point.  Momma says we still have miles to go....

THIS IS SOOOOOOOO WRONG on so many levels I can't even...



What the woof?

And number 4???? !!!!!! For real???

It is dated 1963..."WAY before MY time" says momma.  Where the heck was HR? You know, human -resources???  When I see caca like this, I am so grateful I was born a Bichon.

Time? A crushing human concept. It negates spontaneity.  It creates artificial stresses and it is meaningless. But it is the only way hoomans measure their day.

What the heck is a "curler"???????

I will give them number 3, It is my nature to be sweet, I am a Bichon you know.

Number 4....What is this HE caca? Are all bosses "HE"?    Not ant my house.  Not in my lifetime... and if "he" were to ask me out "he" would be facing some serious harassment charges...

Hoomans. Momma do you have any more of these cards??? Wait, maybe tomorrow, my tender heart can only take so much ....


Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Momma dearest

or Dearest momma,


Seriously stop.

You know you have been on a rampage to clean up and put away stuff. I am all for order and neatness, but I have seen that garage and those boxes and the reality is ...brace yourself, it is going to take time. While the baking island is almost done, the kitchen reno is "almost" done... the truth is, those men are still in and out of here tracking everything in their boots. More painting and sanding to come... And nobody has even started your closet. So buck up buttercup, and take advantage of my perfect pink belly which for now I offer free of charge for destressing services.

I have heard you mutter that the "devil is in the details".  I say kill the devil, or get the dang details done already. I want my momma BACK.

I want leisure time, I want FUN.

I want a clean and neat garage and I want to smell the yummy smells and not paint and plaster and all the other "stuff".

I also miss my social media times. Momma, even FB?  You have not opened your laptop for days and eons!

I have been posing all over the place and no flashy box! I do believe that qualifies as NEGLECT. I am serious. Don't make me call auntie Robin. Really!