tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20667879601992218652024-03-13T15:24:49.380-04:00silvieon4Pet me, love me, buy me toys From rescue to royalty follow my journey.silvieon4http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811956741807743044noreply@blogger.comBlogger4248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066787960199221865.post-8716898857259474362020-08-26T09:44:00.001-04:002020-08-26T09:44:13.233-04:00Memories <p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErQayDP1HFg/VijkB4BY2AI/AAAAAAAA9NI/2De2W9sTjzk/s1600/WIN_20151021_16_13_59_Pro-790660.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6208462807199438850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErQayDP1HFg/VijkB4BY2AI/AAAAAAAA9NI/2De2W9sTjzk/s400/WIN_20151021_16_13_59_Pro-790660.jpg" /></a></p>
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silvieon4http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811956741807743044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066787960199221865.post-2739836110798643172017-08-27T10:08:00.003-04:002017-08-27T10:08:42.897-04:00Random cuteness aka working the momma...<div class="mobile-photo">
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silvieon4http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811956741807743044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066787960199221865.post-17472282994216896462017-08-25T08:31:00.001-04:002017-08-25T08:31:35.122-04:00No the living AIN't easy!<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Do you have your hoomans all on the same temp scale? We have a hot one and a cold one at my house. Noooo, I am not going to tell which is which, but I like the hot one, because she is like me, an AC lover. </div>
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So, I am told that today is the day that the sun will get eclipsed. I am not even sure what that means. But I hate the idea of my sunshine being turned off even for a minute.<br />
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I am a well known sunnie. I find that perfect ray streaming in and I lay myself just so... 2/3 on the ac vent so my my curls get the right amount of wind and cool while the rest of me catches the warmth of that ray of sunshine. It is part of my daily routine.<br />
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Momma this morning after breakfast made her announcements. She has to be gone today, daddy in charge. Ho hum. We are supposed to mind daddy and let him know when we need to go out . Ho hum. No chewing , no fighting , no marking... blah blah blah... Where is she going anyway? More instructions?! Oy , will it ever stop? I hate micro-managers, don't you? We are not to go out during the eclipse so we don't fry our eyeballs. Ho hu...??? What? Fried eye balls?<br />
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Back up woman. What are you talking about? I don't want any part of me fried, dyed or slayed to side. Who is in charge of this? I think I need to have a convo.<br />
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Ecplise. eclipse. I heard that word before. Something about <i>Eclipse of the heart</i>? A song right? Something stupid Alexa warbles. Yes she is stupid. She will not take my Azamon orders. Yes Azamon. And she will not acknowledge my requests for BBQ rib delivery. Stupid. Limited by infancy technology. Have you heard her jokes??? UGH. Its like being with a 8 year old hooman boy.<br />
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Back to this eclipse thing. Does the sun have a heart that is being eclipsed? Can we opt out? Is is dangerous? How long is this going to take? What if I have to tinkle during this thing? Will have have to go with my eyes closed? I could fall in the the pool, or bump in a bush, or trip on a blade of grass! You don't know how dangerous the backyard can be! This is unacceptable.<br />
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Momma, I dont think you should go anywhere. Daddy is ok as a back up, but in times like these we need primary resources caregiver to be on deck! Has he been briefed? Is there a protocol, can we get a copy of said protocol in case daddy forgets?<br />
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Momma, are you positively sure it's going to be ok? And it will all go back to normal quickly? And by the by... "fried eyeballs" is never just a figure of speech.<br />
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I need my I pad. I need to research this. What a crock. What an absolute crock. turning off the sun. Is it like a puter reset? Is there an update or patch that the sun is installing? I just need to know why.<br />
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ahh here we go :<a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/solar/2017-august-21">Eclipse</a><br />
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Still don't like it. Momma, gimme you heart ring. I want to hold it until you get back. [I call this insurance]<br />
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I need all eyes and ears on me and I have taken center stage.</div>
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Momma. Put your stuff down and pay attention. Stop your OCD cleaning.</div>
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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.</div>
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The rest of us... should have gotten a treat and he should have been without. I am just saying.</div>
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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.</div>
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Buckle up buttercups. I expect better from both of you.</div>
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I will call you out. And shame you.</div>
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I require more. I need momma, or one of my human staff to hold and pet me,<br />
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Before you freak out. Realize the benefits of the high maintenance option.<br />
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!<br />
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What's your napping style?<br />
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'vie<br />
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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! </div>
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Let me tell you a story. Cos Cos, as I like to call him, is a bit of a handful.<br />
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.<br />
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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 <i>bit</i> 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???<br />
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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".<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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It helped that momma would occasionally say things like " You look good enough to eat". " Gimme some belly, I am hungry for a belly!" <br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Shameless. He jumps on her lap and asks for belly rubs. He even falls asleep during a belly rub.<br />
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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!"<br />
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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?</div>
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<br />silvieon4http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811956741807743044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066787960199221865.post-41927195398264701162017-08-05T08:01:00.001-04:002017-08-05T08:01:19.163-04:00It's MY birthday!!!!It's my birthday!<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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!
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This is me. I am here to be loved, my thinking is "What can you do for me?"<br />
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I want my Wendy to feel as secure. It's not selfishness. It's knowing your worth!<br />
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I have been working on her self esteem for ever. Why? Because I love her. She is my Wendy.<br />
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Ohh got to go my breakfast is pret!<br />
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Summer. I suppose this means I am getting groomed in the very near future?<br />
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Drat and double drat...<br />
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Where is my warm towel?<br />
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Do you have my granita ready? No munchies? Wet for nothing????<br />
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What kind of establishment are you running here? Where are my perks????<br />
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Just trying to push momma into doing something with my blog. Something other than just staring at it. Hmmm.<br />
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She says she needs inspiration. I guess my rolling in the muck this morning and giving my butt a full mud bath was not "inspiring". It inspired me! I thought of it as the start to a spa day. She took it as a personal assault. We had words, she grabbed me and she washed my tush, which I loved. I always love that! So, yea for me, WINNING! She was not happy and mumbled about me trying to kill what is left of her arm. Drama...<br />
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But I digress. Back to my blog. Realistically it would be smart for momma to not start anything that she will not be able to do for a bit. She will be having some sort of blue stitches on her shoulder to fix her rotator cuff.<br />
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Don't bother, I sniffed, I see nothing, I have no clue, but she does live stream some pretty colorful lingo when she tries to lift her right arm. Honestly it's funny. She looks like one of those broken marionettes when the arm lift string is too loose. Know what I mean?<br />
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In any case, lemme push da woman along. Focus momma! I am so worth it. I will inspire you or I will lick your elbow. [She hates that] And while we are at it. How about charging the batteries on that fancy camera. I am worthy of that! Come on...<br />
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The fact that the woman has been broken for so long makes me thing human doctors are not very good. All she has to do is ask, I will set her up with my vet. He is great! I bet Dr R could fix her and she would stay fixed!<br />
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It's been a tough year. Almost 2 years? That long??? Wow! No more flood, no more mold, no more intruders destroying our house. Yea the garage is still a nightmare, but the rest of the house is looking ok! <br />
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Time to move on!. Ok ok ok this is a start.
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He is just noise. Annoying noise. I am not sweating the small stuff.
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I won't bore you with the stresses and dramas of my household, but someone will be neutered over a dent on the fridge door. It's either that or they have to make the thing all healed. Deep breath. She is staring at me. Dang it, better go take cover... I feel some sort of blueberry facial scrub coming on...
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The thing is... She is cleaning, I know right? Here is a sponge momma... The ocean has spilled, go to it... They claim they are making "progress". No, don't ask me. All is see is what I see... A MESS!
You know, the hotel was ok, it was really nice, but it is a hotel... Take away the joys of the elevator and lobby and you are left with a hotel... I am not thrilled, let's just say it. Deep breath, belly rubbing time.
No more lemonade! Making lemonade out of lemons only works for the Florida Growers! Up here in Va...it's not working.
I am going back to bed. And rain too? Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh".........😱😡😣
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They took the granite... they took the sinks... and now it looks like we are getting some twisted<a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/briangalindo/the-5-most-wtf-room-makeovers-hildi-santo-tomas-did-on-tradi#.fu7W0QdAP"> Hildi Santo Tomas </a>shower curtain project all over the house! <br />
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