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Someone’s in the dog house, now… LOL

Monday, July 11th

Hey, Hey, you guys–it’s Luigi, again.   How’d your 4th of July go? Ours was great– Grandma and I joined Scooter and his family for a little BBQ– was good.  Then, there were a lot of fireworks around here.  Grandma said the New York City fireworks on TV were just spectacular.  In fact, her cousin was in NYC for the real deal— he took his granddaughter there  while they were up visiting .  He said it was just so huge and so well-coordinated that they couldn’t believe it.  Well, hey, that’s New Yorkers for you– they excel… what can we say.

So, you remember that story I told you about my cousin Nacho speaking

Now, are those guily looks or what?

Spanish–and that I thought Aunty should teach him the word for garbage–“basura’  –to go along with the   word NO!  Well take a look at this photo–LOL

Aunty says she came home and there was garbage torn apart all over the kitchen.  Apparently the boys upstairs playing X-box never heard a thing. She was pretty upset, so she hollered– “You dogs go to your ‘cunas’–which is what we call their crates.   Well, she thought Nacho was the guilty party–as usual. But, when she turned around, both Bella, my sister, and Nacho had gone to Nacho’s crate  and both were just sitting there–awaiting ‘sentencing’.   LOL  LOL  LOL

She said it was pretty apparent that both of them had been having a hey-day there.  You know of course, I’d never do that, don’t you.  Well, let’s say, I’d never get caught at least.

Well, Grandma and I have been doing our half-mile walks, per usual twice a day.  Otherwise, nothing too important going on here.  The arthritis in my shoulder was bothering me, so Grandma gave me my medicine for a couple of days when she found me limping after our walks.  That seemed to help a bit–but then I lost my appetite.  And, I started acting depressed–what ever that is– but I just didn’t want to hang out with her and that rat-cat, Sophie, so I found some quiet corners and began sleeping all the time.

Since this wasn’t my usual m.o.,   we wondered  just what that medicine really did.  So, Grandma Googled it’s name,  she found out that it had some very serious side affects if I were to take it very long–including lack of appetite and depression.  Well, duh!.  So, don’t you know, she figured out I could take some bright yellow spice called ‘Turmeric’.  It’s a powdered bark and it  helps decrease inflammation naturally.

So, she puts a little pinch of it in a spoonful of my soft food–and Ole` down it goes… She said if I turn ‘curry yellow’ she’ll have to cut back on the amount. That’s her idea of humor.   Of course, I play it up a bit and get her to follow it up with one of my favorite Paul Newman Treats–  I wouldn’t mind trading those for my kibble– but she constantly reminds me that the operative word there is “treats”.  She laughs–but Sophie and I keep trying to get her to expand her ‘treats’ regimen to more than once per day.    But, we get the same old rhetoric about staying trim.  What’s a dog to do?  Anyhow, I’m walking pretty good again–just a little bit pokey at the end of the half-mile–but then, she let’s me set the pace–so we make it home, fine.

We caught this picture of Sophie looking out the patio door the other afternoon         –just day dreaming.   Grandma and I have talked about getting her a walking halter– to see if she’d go walking with us.   But, so far, we haven’t gotten there.  She has  decided I’m here to stay, I think.  We have finally started bumping noses when we walk by each other– I guess she probably isn’t as bad as I had imagined.

Sophie just watching the world go by outside.

Well, we have been talking to all my buddies when we go for a walk–and asking their Moms and Dads if it’s OK to take some photos and put them up on our blog… so you all can see them.

And, the other day, my little fluffy haired girl asked Grandma if I had a girl friend, yet.  Well, Grandma didn’t know that I liked this cute little Maddie– OMG is she a doll– black and white or is it white and black– she’s half Shih tzu and half Bichon.  Grandma keeps saying she looks like she should be a Matel stuffed toy.  But, be still my old heart.  She is a heart breaker– well, that the truth, too, because I think at least 4 or 5 of us like her.  And, you know girls–they tend to be fickle, too.  She flirts with us all.  But that’s ok–she’s just so cute.

Well, I better hit the hay– Another day is on the horizon.  Take care of you—all.

Woof, Woof,  Luigi.

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Happy Fourth of July—

Monday, July 4th

Woof, Woof, Woof–and Happy 4th of July!  Let’s eat!  Knackwurst, Potato Salad, and

Thanks to our Fore-Fathers for our Freedom!

Deviled Eggs! Which translates to Puppy Kibble,  a Pet tab, and a Paul Newman Treat for me—oh, Lord.  But, it will be a most special day for us all–don’t you think?  Grandma and I are going to B-B-Q with Scooter and his Mom and Pop.

Our neighbors are already celebrating with ‘loud bangie’ things which make such a racket– I try to stick close to Grandma so she doesn’t get afraid.

You know, we are still doing our WONDERFUL walk twice a day!  Man oh man do I love that walk.  Grandma is still carrying the Scooper Genie and the leash for me–fortunately it leaves my paws free to trot on ahead so I can check out any upcoming surprises or dangers.  You laugh? Dangers– well the other day I had to growl 2 times because I heard some ‘walking through the leaves’ in the little forest just south of our apartments.

There was lots of discussion among the ‘oldies but goodies’—They said that ‘homeless’ people sometimes sleep in those little woods during the summer.  Now, that doesn’t seem very practical to me at all. With all the rain we get, they might as well curl up in a shower stall somewhere.  But, finally, Milo, you know the dappled grey black  Dauchsie who is quite bossy to everyone– well, Milo’s Poppa said that the other morning when they were taking their walk, there was a large doe just lying in the grass in front of the woods.  Grandma explained to me later that a doe is the kind of animal who would be Rudolph’s momma.  Now, if I only had some idea who the heck Rudolph is,  it might actually make some sense to me.

I thought since this was an important holiday, that I’d share some family

Everybody's chilling out-- even Bella

photos  with you folks.  You remember that I told you I had a six year old sister–Bella.  Well, Aunty sent us a funny photo of Bella. Aunty was hanging out on her patio–stretched out on the garden sofa, and Bella just jumped up on her and laid back–like Aunty.  They took a photo of that Bossy Gal just chilling’ out!  You can just see the pink tip on top of her nose–that’s the only way you can tell us apart when we are both scurrying about.  I really do miss her.  Grandma says we are going to go visit her in a bit.

Bella is up with my cousin, Nacho.  Now, Nacho is not a Bichon– but, he is a   Havanese–the Cuban version of a Bichon.  And, yes, he does speak Spanish–the show off!    Aunty hollers, “Nacho, NO!”  and he understands immediately.  (Si` is yes in Spanish, and NO is no.)  I think he also understands taco,  chips, frijoles, y salsa, too.

Nacho trying to nap!

Aunty says she needs to teach him ‘basura’ also because she needs to holler, “Nacho, NO, no basura!”   LOL  Basura is garbage.   Gotcha back, Nacho!  He’s only about 4–but he’s mighty handsome.  Altho–he sort of has a Zorro mask, eh?

Apparently he and Bella have gotten to be good buddies, and after breakfast and their morning ‘yard work’, they tear around the house for a while playing.

Yesterday we had a special treat–in our center court yard there is a lovely little garden of sorts– it’s really just a big flower-bed around the patio.  But, a whole bunch of people are taking care of it now–Igor and Alf’s  mommy used to take care of it…before she passed away.  So now everyone is helping out. And, a whole bunch of my buddies were out there– Watson, Buster, Scooter, Carrie  and I.  And,  Watson’s mommy had some doggie treats with her–everyone was in a cheerful mood and loving the beautiful flowers and the glass and metal butterflies stuck around them.  It was lovely.

You know, there are a lot of great things to be thankful for on this 4th of July!  We should all take a moment, too, and thank all our soldiers--like my Poppa who is in Germany–and all the men he works with and was deployed with. They make a lot of sacrifices for their families and their country–so that we can act happy and B-B-Q  today and eat too much and set off all those noisy fireworks.  And, we send a sincere hello and a few wagging tails to those families who have lost their soldiers who won’t be home with them today.  They are called “Gold Star Families”, you know.   This is the true meaning of our Red, White, and Blue–Gratitude and Freedom!  God Bless America–today and always.    Happy Fourth, y’all,  Woof-Woof, Luigi.

Lots of fun running around

Thursday, June 9th

Hi everyone, Luigi here.  Sorry for the break–but Grandma and I have been running

This is supposed to be a funny hat!

around the last few days.. and gee, she wasn’t giving me any time to post my blog.  LOL

Well, I keep meeting lots of new buddies walking around this place, for sure.  I met Buster and Wilson the other day and they were just so nice and friendly.  This Buster is the cutest thing– he’s part Chihuahua and part Papillon– so he’s like a tall, black Chihuahua with little feathers on his ears.   He must be young because he’s pretty energetic.

Then, there’s this Wilson–he’s pretty old–a  great big yellow lab with some grey whiskers.  Grandma told me that Wilson is a retired service dog.  He retired last year–up till then he took care of a man who was sight impaired.  Wilson is just really mellow–and looks like he is always thinking on things–y0u can tell that he’s had a lot of responsibility before in his life.

Part of this running around included going to the pet food store.  It’s one of those stores that   Grandma can take me in with her.  Well,  just as we entered the store  this bubbly sweet store clerk came right up to our cart and tells Grandma that I’m so cute.  How did she know that so fast?  And, she wanted to give me a treat–but, you know how that goes… I didn’t get one.    But, we did find my favorite food and digestive tabs.  Mmmmmm those are so good.

You know that Grandma almost lost her mind there in the pet store– there were 4 cute little kittens up for adoption.  For a moment she says, ” Luigi–should we get you  another cat?”   “Psyche!”   she was just teasing me, fortunately.  OMG, is she nuts!

Let me tell you what that rat-cat did  the other day.  I was feeling pretty bummed out after dinner–so Grandma had me come sit next to her on the couch.  There I was lounging on this nice, soft pillow when, “BAM” the next thing I knew Sophie had jumped up on the pillow  and then she stood on top of me– “yup!”   Her front paws on my shoulder and her back paws standing on my butt.  STANDING right on top of me, and then she goes, “Meow!”    “Sophie!”   Grandma hollers  and she picks her off my back and has her lie down on the pillow between us..”Meow!”  she goes again.  I didn’t get to excited about it… just a cat-brained thing to do!      But, I can sort of understand  her perspective on my being in the home, now.  She was the only pet in the house for over 10 years, so maybe she just is a bit jealous.  Boy, this must be a lot of pressure on Grandma–making sure that both of us get fed, get brushed, get petted, get ‘bathed’…yuck!  I heard that B-A-T-H is on the horizon, too.                  So, I thot I’d add this humiliating picture   I’m supposed to be wearing a hat- LOL  LOL    Well, I better run.   Take care of you.   Woof-Woof,  Luigi

Protocols…

Wednesday, June 1

Hey, hey, everyone– Luigi here.  Boy, I didn’t know keeping up with a blog would require this much work– you know, after sleeping,  eating, walking, poohing, walking, sniffing, napping, eating, walking, etc. you get my drift.  Just a heck of a lot of responsibility.  All that and trying to make this transition easy for my Grandma.  She’s older– I told you that, tho.                                                    Oh, here’s a picture we found of her and I a few  years back when she was caring for me–and we went walking on the pier                                                                                                                                                     Oh, the life of a sailor–with the breeze fluffing your ears.

So, what have you all been doing lately?  Me, oh, I’ve been concentrating on learning all the protocols that it takes to live with my Grandma– it isn’t as easy as you ‘d think.  I mean, I had over 10 years with my Mom and Dad and fluffy-haired girl.  But, this Grandma is something all together different.   First off– we now live in an apartment.  That means– no yard.  Well, there’s a big yard–but no little patio–so every time I  want to go out, or need to go out,  Grandma has to personally take me outside.   So, I ring my bells hanging on the patio door,  ching-ching-ching.

Now, I’ve got Grandma trained to come running–for sure.  But, then she has to put my harness on me, clip the leash to the harness, put on her shoes, her sweater, find her cane, get a sip of water, get a plastic bag, get a tissue or two, and finally–out we go.  So, the going out protocol is– about 5 minutes before you think you have to go out— you better ring the bells.  LOL

Once we are outside, there apparently is a protocol for walking and ‘marking’.   Now, I have to say, Grandma is the sweetest person in the world to take a walk with.  She understands that it is important for me to feel in charge of something once in a while, so the walk is my thing.  She is just along to carry the leash–and the plastic bag.  Well, and to keep track of all the friends I meet and those crazy old people who want to feed me all sorts of treats–which I love–but Grandma isn’t too sure of.

So, back to the walking and marking.  You know, don’t you, that this is a skill passed down to me from from my grandfather’s grandfather.  I have an exquisite Bichon pedigree– right out of Boston.  I’m sure there is a special marker on my DNA for exceptional territorial marking.  Now, you may think this is just plain old peeing on every thing that looks like a post–but it isn’t.  It takes a cunning sense to know just how much marking to do at the prescribed distances to ensure that you can still mark all the way around the complex and back to your own house.

Well, as I say, unashamedly, I am the best!  But, here’s the wrinkle.  I’m just sniffing and lifting along, and then, Grandma says– “Luigi–not there– those people sitting in their living room do NOT need to see you peeing on their tree!”  What! What’s she talking about– what people?  And, I try to stretch the leash just a bit more to reach that darn tree–but, Grandma has the tension set and ‘thwang’– that’s all the further I can go.  So, I am learning that there are several places, that although they have great trees or posts,  N’uh-uh… rule them out.  And, we just have to move on.   OMG.  How will they know I passed by?

Then, there’s the sleeping under the desk protocol.  (See, here’s a picture of me hanging out under the darn desk)

looking handsome in the dim light

Well, Grandma spends a lot of time  writing.   When I want to make sure she isn’t getting lonesome, I  sometimes  come in and go up under the desk.  The protocol seems to be OK for you to curl up by her toes, but you have to stay off the computer wires!!  Emphatically–NOT on the wires.  Gees, I don’t lick them, or chew on them–I just scratch them around a bit to make a comfy nest.   But, she keeps giving me the same lecture about the electricity in the wires isn’t good for my body….  So, I eventually give in and move out to my Bark-a-lounger… LOL  yep, my very own padded, leather bed with side-walls.  Hey, my Mom and Dad spoiled me rotten–what can I say.

So, that’s part of a day in the life of a luxury dog– having to keep all those rules straight– but, you’ll see, in time, I’ll get Grams to relax.  Now, if I could just convince her to fost-adopt that rat-cat out for a while–  oh, well,  Better run.

Woof-Woof, Luigi

Socializin’ at the pub–er– bench…

Saturday, May 28

Well, it’s Luigi, again… and it’s a beautiful day outside–apart from the random

Watching all the dogs go by

clouds floating overhead–but, so far, no rain. Grandma and I got up and went  for a walk–and did the circle around the apartment backwards for a   change.

Everyone with a dog must have had the same thing in mind after the terribly hard rain yesterday–get out while the  sun is shining.  And, they were out.  First we ran into Carrie–the 11 yr. old Doxie–she’s the cutest red-head–just a little gray in the muzzle–but hey, we are all getting older, eh?  She and her mom were going clockwise–and we were going counter-clockwise.

Then, up around the corner, we ran into Tucker and his mom.  Now Tucker, I think is about 10–seems to be the going age around here. LOL  He’s the silky, blue-gray miniature Yorkie,.  Grandma just loves him and coos and goos at him. Then, some man with a Scandinavian accent, from Idaho (? go figure) came by while we were talking to Tucker– and he had a 3 and a half year old Shitsu named– Speedy.  Now he was really good looking– black and white–but, he didn’t look brushed at all.

The man was squatting down petting everyone when Grandma noticed he was slipping each dog a little piece of some soft, brown treat–looked like my morning Omega 3 to me.       “Oh, excuse me,” Grandma said, “Luigi may not have a treat.”      WHAT!  Is she nuts?  It smelled great!  It seems everyone around here hauls treats around in their pockets for all the dog-pets.   She just doesn’t know who all these people are and especially, what’s in that treat…so  she started to explain that I’m on some special diet, the man says,  “Oh, to lose weight!”   Hey, take a look at me– I don’t look so bad–just 3 or 4 lbs. over my ideal weight.

Well, Grandma quickly took offense for me and promptly let him know that my ‘vet has me on a specialized diet for allergies and arthritis’.  Sounded good to me.  The man stood up and said, ‘Oh’, and then turned his back on us and began talking to the other women.  So, we said good bye to them…(cuz Carrie and her mom had arrived now also–remember we are walking in a circle–lol)  I don’t think I better tell you what Grandma was a mumbling as we walked off–but I know she felt that man had insulted me…. She stuck up for me so fast let me tell you.

So when we got back and since I was in good with Grandma, now,  I thot that since  she  was asleep watching  Tora, Tora, Tora–with Rat-cat sitting by her on the couch, I could ever so quietly sneak over to the dregs in the cat food dish.  No such luck– I mean 3 inches before I had that delicious Paul Newman snack in my mouth, I hear her say, “DON’T EVEN let your nose touch that bowl!!!”  Man, I stopped short, looked to my right, and there she was–in full repose with her eagle eyes watching me  across the kitchen.   So, I guess there must be a philosophical difference between being on my side and not letting me get away with crap, eh?  Oh, yes, Grandma says, kids may read this–use  “get away with stuff.”..  Roger and Out.

Up front--looking N E.

Well, here’s a photo of the front of the apts.  You know, they are like living on a   ship–so big and all sorts of nice things inside.   So, when we walk clear around the place a couple of times, I think we are walking about 2/3rds of a mile– that will get us in shape for sure.

Grandma says we got an email from Mom today, and she said they are in Germany, now–had a good flight. That the city they have moved to is Beautiful.  This doesn’t sound like they are just on vacation, does it.  And, what’s a flight? Gosh, there are so many mysteries I just don’t understand.

You know,  this is the weekend we honor our Veterans— Grandma said that a lot of men in our family are vets–so they must be something important and nice—it’s called, Memorial Weekend.  I think we are supposed to B-B-Q.        Have a great day.  Woof-Woof,  Luigi

                                                                                                 

Settling In…

Thursday, May 19

Well, this is just a short note—Had another great walk in the sun with Grandma–we did about 2/3rds of a mile today–or so she says.  The sun was at it again–one more day.  I ran to the doctor with her this morning–she was gone just a few minutes–at 8:50 am.  Then, we came home and did our walk.  

Then, after lunch, Grandma had to go to the dentist and then Costco.  Boy was I happy when she came home— she

really loves me and keeps coming home.  I did a little happy dance for her. After our evening walk  I saw a rabbit–just a little brown one–and another LOUD train.  They are scary.   I met a cute Jack Russell Terrier–named Shilo Marie–she is                                                          10 years old, too, but boy can she scamper about.  Those little girls are cra-a-a-zzy.

     Well, Grandma said she called Mom–and they are just finishing with the movers”  I think I’ve seen them before–when we moved 3 other times– well 4 if you count the time I was really little–before the baby came.  I’ll try to find a picture of me way back then–Grandma thinks she has one somewhere.

      So, we have to get to bed…again… y’all take care– I heard our cousin was in the hospital–way down south– I sure hope he’s doing better.

      Woof-Woof, Luigi

Lots to explore…

Wednesday, May 18th

Hey, hey, hey!  It’s Luigi again… how are you all doing?   I’m doing ok today.  I still miss my family–but Grandma is very sweet to me –inspite of my having a hankering for the cat  food–but hey, it’s Paul Newman’s organic chicken and salmon– can you blame me?

I have found a great new place to sleep–in Grandma’s bedroom–if I just back up off my bed a little bit– I’m in her closet on some nice soft clothes–I guess I will just make myself at home, eh?  (That’s some Canadian phrase I’m picking up.)  First off– I heard Bella barking–while Grandma was talking with Aunty at the computer– and I thought she was at the patio door doing her ‘alarm-bark’– so I went running to our door–and she wasn’t there.  But, some lady walked by with a little fluffy black and white dog–so I barked back at them to let them know not to get too close to our apartment.  It seemed to work because they never came up to our door.

It was another sunny day, so we did some more walking and investigating.  

       Today went a bit better because I guess Grandma is trained

now to just pick up the bowl of cat food when Sophie’s done.

I’m glad, because I just can’t resist the temptation.  I got brushed again tonite.  And, we

laughed and ‘almost’ ran around the coffee table.  But, you know how that goes.

then I’ll be expected to roll over or some such thing.

OK, it’s late.  Don’t want to wake Grandma up– so I’ll say, Woof-Woof, Luigi