Intervention

 

Guys, come quickly!!!  We have to do an intervention.  Momma is ogling her stuff and talking about eating all the Challah with her home made marmalade and then eating the whole apple cake. She said it is her own version of a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou. No, no, I have not seen any wine yet... But she is going for butter.  Unless you guys want to be her nurse when she gets sick, it is time to intervene... BARK and RUN around.... just do it...

'vie

the things I have to do to keep my humans from doing stupid things.... it has raisins for DOG's sake, how good can it be????

BUSTING out my best moves!!! Dance time!!!

Eric the gorgeous and Zena the cutie went to their new forever homes....wait for it.... TOGETHER!!!!  now everybody dance!  I think I will do my blitz dance!!!! I love starting my day with great news. Love it with a passion!  You know,  there are days when I think that the world is deaf, there is no love left and finding homes for all of the White Dog Cottage residents is an impossible task.  But then, I am proven wrong. Some wonderful family comes along and our TBFR group gains new members and a forever home is found!

Thank you auntie Robin for your usual efficient super screening process. I get all melty  [it is too a word... like in a melty cheese samnich]  knowing that my buddies have it as good as I do. Safe, fed, loved, and cared for. I never take any of those things for granted. Really, I don't. The possibility of any of those things not being there scares the heeeebeeegeebees out of me. [Better give my momma a good tail wagging today, oh heck, I am going to give her my belly to rub!]

And ... for those of you two leggeds who just cannot make the leap of love into adoption of a rescued four legged, hey, there are other ways you can help!  Take out that checkbook, write a check to TBFR, your contribution will feed, vet, provide for a dog who is waiting to be adopted. There are no administrative costs, no paid staffers, no... other places for that money to go to. 100% of your contribution which is tax deductible, goes to the DOGS! Our volunteers provide foster homes, share their talents, paint, write, bake, hold sales, give their money, love and time and because they see the need,  they work and work and work....

So,  join us, in your own way, become part of the best representation of humanity, contribute to rescue.

Dancing... ohh the macarena?  I am in I am in I am in.....

'vie

right this second at my house.

what's going on at your house?

'vie

The perks of being a famous DOG

Ambition?? Delusion Or Puppyhood?

5772 or 2011

JD-  Really? Daddy is coming home???? Ohhhh that is fantastic!!!!!! I love the daddy.

JD- You are not messing with me momma, are you? I mean... if daddy is really coming home... where are the goodies?  The fantastic meal, the delicious delights, the daddy spoilage? I smell nothing... Momma, are you really serious he is coming home?

The Wendy- Well, I was not born yesterday.  Something is not right.  Daddy is coming home and you have not baked anything, and I don't see any of his favorites. What kind of welcome home is that?  Momma,  is that any way to treat my daddy? What is wrong with you? You need to get in that kitchen chop chop and start something. I don't know... How about a couple of his favorites... and throw in that pastry he loves, with the lemon curds and caramelized layers of puff pastry...

The Wendy- If I had thumbs that daddy would be coming home to a liver souffle. I know I love those. How about a fat roasted chicken with the baby carrots ? Everyone loves that! And how about a delicious apple cake?

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Silvie- Momma, follow me in the kitchen, come on, let's make something for daddy before those two kill you. You know that they are daddy crazy... Ok, I am listening. I have no idea what you are saying. What do you mean this is not an eating holiday? How can it be a holiday and NOT involve food???? I feel a headache coming on. Two leggeds... All right. Explain, please.... I think I better sit down for this.

Day of Atonement? Fasting? Cleansing of the soul. ...Too deep for me. I do have one question. Does this whole thing apply to four leggeds?   No? NO!!!! Pheeeeewwwww.  Bottom line is,  Daddy is coming home to starve. With you. Great... two grumpy humans with a low blood sugar headaches...Ehmmm Can the three of us go stay with Adam or Dowi?  They are fasting too?  Ohhh that sucks.

Last week when daddy was home it was New Year. And now he is coming home to starve. When is the big chicken holiday. You know, the one where the chicken is named after a country? TURKEY.... Yes that one.  I like that holiday.  Soon. Ok.Let me go explain this to The Wendy.

And they think that living with humans is easy. OY.

'vie

Working the cuteness factor

So, she found the corner of the pillow all chewed up? She is red in the face?  And she is stuttering in tongues? Oh that's angry Italian?  Ohhh she really is mad.

Chill out, don't lose it.

This is a psychological game. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR because you are going to work the CUTENESS FACTOR.

Guilt?  Innocence?  Meaningless. Who cares about that!. Fluff up, make sure that pink tongue is framed by fluffitude. Own it. Bows match the tongue, tilt he head. Now [and this is the hard part] let the cuteness well up in you and spill out of your eyes. [Tyra Banks, I could teach you a theng or two about smiling eyes and sparkly eyes and emoting emotion...]  Let it build slowly.
Keep your eyes fixed on the momma while she rants and vents.  Disassociate from her anger. Focus on your own cuteness and how she must want to hold you.  Give her a peak of pink belly.
Not too much.

Of course you are still out of breath from tugging at that stupid pillow corner, but never mind.  Focus. EMOTE.  Do nothing more. Wait.  Any second now she is going to scoop you up, point to the pillow and and she will repeat "bad bad bad".   The pillow is bad. I get it. Now, how would you like to rub my belly and de-stress?

See how that works? And that is a lesson in working the cuteness factor.


I will now take questions from the audience.

'vie