Tuesday, August 2
Hey, Hey, Everybody– Luigi here! How’s summer treating you? We have been having just splendid weather for sure. Grandma and I have taken some lovely walks– and, for a couple of weeks, while she was ill, Scooter’s mommy came and got me–you remember her- my puppy taxi when I couldn’t walk.. That’s who. She volunteered to walk me twice a day– she just rolls along in that Candy-Apple Red Scooter and I trot along beside her–or ahead–or what ever–she’s pretty sweet about it.
Here’s a picture of her Scooter–LOL the 4 legged one. He, as you can tell, is a Shih-Tzu. Apparently he’s a really handsome one– his Poppa says he has the Imperial Dragon-red eyes– it’s really pretty beautiful–uhhh, let’s say it looks ‘rad’– he’s pretty macho and probably doesn’t appreciate femmy words.
So, here’s a little better shot of that ‘dragon’ face. He doesn’t look really happy here– but, he just got a new sister– Lexie– and she’s driving him nuts bouncing up and down, arguing with him about his toys… He hasn’t gotten her trained yet. We’ll get a photo of her pretty soon. And then, finally, here’s a photo of Scooter and I together.
OK, so here’s why I put this picture of us together in here. Notice how I have that lovely smooth, curly Bichon fur…. Well, let’s hope you see that again.
When my Mom and Dad dropped me off to visit with Grandma for three years–yep 3– you heard right–They failed to tell me there were some serious family secrets. Here I am getting used to living with this crazy Grandma– when, hang on to your hats… I find out that my Grandma is a “closet Groomer”
Now, that doesn’t mean she likes to arrange clothes in the closet– it means that she is wild about trimming dogs. OK first take a look at that photo of Scooter and me. See! I am a dog! So, do you know what that means? T-r-i-m …
Let me tell you– it started out last week with a little, “Luigi– let Grandma trim your feet and nails.” Well, that wasn’t too bad– a Paw-dicure. I don’t like the nail clippers–so after one loud chirp –even tho nothing happened–She changed to the electronic file–and that was pretty agreeable. And, to add insult to injury, rat-cat Sophie even came out and stood on the couch about 10 inches from my feet to see what was going on-the whole time. Then Grandma trimmed the puffy fur on my paws. Well, that was all fine and dandy…
So, 2 days ago– out came the big guns… “Luigi? Where are you?” (Can’t you just hear that sweet little voice of hers?) So, I go trotting in–expecting one of my Paul Newman Treats– and, she has this little blanket all set up on the couch– and the next thing I know–she’s after me with these bright orange scissors. OMG Snip, snip– just a little here and a little there– only a couple of minutes. “Well, that went well! she says. And I thought we were out of the woods…. and then that crazy woman adds– “We can work on this a little at a time and we’ll get done in no time”, and chuckling she adds, ‘ yep–no time– like 12 months from now!”
Can Bichons go into respiratory arrest? I am having visions of being out and about with funky holes cut into my fur–for weeks– OH FINE– you can laugh– but, I’m the guy that has to endure all that razzing from my buddies as I take my walk around the apartments.
OH, OH, JUST WAIT– it gets better– tonight she puts said blanket on the coffee table and says, “Luigi– why don’t we trim you while we watch America’s Got Talent– it’s on for 2 hours tonite and we can just sit here and trim you!” And, she brings over this huge, white garbage bag and opens it up and sets it on the floor- OMG A body bag– either she’s going to shave me bare-naked, or she’s dangerous and if she kills me, she’ll dispose of me in that thing. So, even tho she said, ‘sit’… no way, Jose` I stood for an hour– and she snipped-snipped here, and snipped-snipped there. yep… So, there is enuff fluffy white curly fur in that garbage bag to make wigs for 10 Bichons undergoing radiation– I swear. AND apparently we are not done– NOT done— we still have my back legs and butt to do– I guess we’ll get to see who gets voted off the AGT show on Wed. nite the way things are stacking up. The only thing I can truly say is that it feels a bit cooler–and I do love it when she scratches my back… ahhhhh she’s a chiropractor, you know– great hands.
Well, that’s my sad but true story– I resemble a block of furry Swiss cheese– Grandma is totally happy–now. I’ll bet she did this to Mom when she was little, too—that’s got to be the reason she didn’t warn me– Well, I’ll keep you posted here and let you know how this all turns out. OMG.. what did dogs write before they invented O-M-G ?
Well, Y’all take care, here… Woof-Woof, Luigi