Black and White Sunday- who ordered winter?

Heyyyyyyy whoever ordered the winter.... IT IS HERE! 

We got rain and wind and chilly.

I don't like any of those!

Next time you decide to order something, will you please consult with me?

I am far more experienced in the shopping arts and I can think of fifty bizillion things I like way better than winter!

Amateurs should never be allowed to shop.

Momma and I agree. The only place winter belongs is on a postcard. 

Now, while the momma gets our breakfast ready, and puts a huge pot of soup on [hey you ordered

the winter, soup is obligatory now!] JD and I will find ways to spend some quality time.

I must admit snuggling in was ultra this morning.

I love being in bed all warm and toasty.

I love getting morning kisses from momma and the daddy.

And I love feeling all melty.  IT is IS a word!

It is when you feel all relaxed and completely surrender to the moment.

Like a melty cheese sandwich.

Apparently hoomans have a hard time getting melty. It requires some sort of liquor or something.

Pity.

Hey, I have an idea. Grab your hooman, snuggle them up and see of you can reach their melting point.

'vie

We have a plan!

Not open for discussion MOMMA!
WE da fluffies have woffed.

You have been draggin your tush. You are not fun anymore. You work and work and work and work.
Cleaning up is NOT remotely fun.

Today is Saturday. This day belongs to us.
Daddy has come up with a stellar idea and we are agreeing. We are going out. We are dragging you out, kicking and screaming if need be. [Now that would be entertaining!]

Oh, you are coming quietly?
It's about time.

Yes, maybe we can blog from the road....

Now let's go. Details details, never you mind where we are going.  Just focus on the going!

'vie

Kip, Uncle Bob, their gotcha day versary.... and now...

Bob Jones

3 hrs · 

It was 4 years old today that Kip decided to adopt me when I went to Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue to adopt a Bichon. Robin had picked Kip out for me over the other pups they had based on my application. Kip wouldn't have a thing to do with me until I was getting ready to leave and then he decided I was OK. He sure has changed my life and Kip adopting me was the best thing that ever happened to me. He brought me close to lots of wonderful people and pups I love this little boy.

And now, as Paul Harvey used to say...For the REST of the story:

Dear Uncle Bob, 

You know Hooooomans.

They think they know everything.

Momma  and auntie Robin always think they have ideas. While auntie Robin thought that Kip would be a good match with you, [how she knew I am not sure... but momma says auntie Robin has "doggy divination". Have no clue, ask her directly, to date I have no reasonable understanding of that...]

When momma  met Kip she was sure as fire that the "perfect" adopter for Kip would be a lady.

A woman.

A female type. She really doubted that this was a match. [Yuh, I smirk when I think of this, she was WRONGGGGG.... rare, but a documented occurrence and one I can pull out of my hat when needed]

In her head, momma  said little boys bond fast to "mommas".

AHA.

I view this as a somewhat sexist prejudice, but obviously it is something that can be easily overcome.

JD, the Wendy and I all had talked to Kip. Kip was not really sure what he wanted. We told him that he had to do three things: 1. sniff out his person. 2. stick to his choice. 3. trust his instincts.

When Kip met uncle Bob, he had to step back and assess him. Never mind that TBFR  had already evaluated uncle Bob. [Sometimes we think the FBI should get pointers from TBFR  on interviewing and evaluating people....]. Kip had to feel that this person could be HIS person and that this person would take care of him and would be worthy of his unconditional trust and love,   That takes time.

The Wendy reminded Kip that TBFR  would not disappear, and if things did not work out he would be safe.

Me, I told Kip to trust his intuition.

JD the pragmatist told Kip. "You got nothing to lose. Go for it"

And with a bit of trepidation, Kip took that leap of faith.

Well, the rest is history. Kip you did a fab job. Look at what you accomplished! And now you have Fiona, and Marie and Toby, and Vanna!!!!!  And soon... soon you will be a groomsman and the Brady Bunch of Bichons  will be official!

Congrats. Really congrats.  Kip, not only did you turn your dad into YOUR dad, but you turned him into a perfect "family" dad to many many dogs. That is AMAZING!

Licks, wags and play bows to you Kip.  HAPPY GOTCHA DAY!

love

'vie, Jd, the Wendy and the tail-less ones here.

Morning kisses for Thoughtless Thursday

Nothing to THINK about

'vie

Wordless Wednesday: MY TBFR FAMILY

My TIDEWATER BICHON FRISE RESCUE FAMILY

I love them all!

'vie

Expressions

Who needs words?

Being an "auntie" is a lot of work

Yes, that's me on the bottom.

Yes, That's Max laying on top of me.

Yes, that boy is a lot of work sometimes. But that is only because he loves him momma so much that being "away from her" even for a minute is sometimes too much.

JD, the Wendy and I are pretty much cool with being away from our momma.

But not for too long, not overnight [she always comes back broken when that happens!]. not during meal times, not if it's raining, not of the wind is blowing, not if any of us are sick, not if the sky is not blue, not if the gardener, the package guy, or anyone else is coming,  not is one of us is cranky... ok, I admit it, we don't like to be away from momma ... like ever.

And yes, you would think that being as there are 3 of us, it would not matter so much. BUT IT DOES.

So, sue us.  WE ARE BICHONS.  WE NEED to be with OUR HUMAN.
That is how we fulfill our destiny!

In any case, as any good aunt would do, I comforted Max,  I do love the boy.  It is funny to have a nephew older than me!

Hey Max, we miss you.

'vie