Posts Tagged ‘Bichon’

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.


Mourning the loss of some little friends…

Thursday,  June 23rd – B

Hi, Luigi here… being sad.  I didn’t know whether to mention this sad news or not.

But, I’m sure  that many of you have experienced the sudden loss of a pet.  But, last Friday, the 17th, three little Pugs from our neighborhood sneaked out of their yard, and although they ran helter-skelter through our apartment property, no one could get them to calm down and stay with them till their mommy and daddy showed up.  Well, unfortunately, they found their way up onto the train tracks which run behind our apartments.  And, then, the unspeakable happened.  In just an instant, their family lost all three of them.

So many folks were heart-sick and crying– especially their Mom and Dad.  They had searched so diligently for them–calling for their ‘babies’.    It was purely an accident that they got out–they were just having a ‘cheeky romp’- a tawny mother, her son, and a little black sister.  And, then the tragedy.

It's hard to not be sad--sometimes.

Grandma cried off and on all weekend.  She had seen them run by and had talked with their parents who were calling for them.   I heard her talking with friends who were still lamenting their loss and what that family must be going thru.  It made me think how fragile every moment of life really is.

“We need to speak kindly to each other ‘all the time’–and say I love you and that you smell nice.  Because, you never know when you won’t have that chance again. ”

Then, another family, here, had a loss  this week– Igor, Alph, and Cramer lost their Mommy last week.  They all thought she just had the flu–but it was more serious.  I wonder what will happen now  to a little white, bristley dog, and 14 year old Alph the Pomeranian, and the huge Tuxedo cat, Cramer.  I hope they find a nice grandmother to love them, too. I’m sure they are really, really sad because their mommy took wonderful care of them.

Cat tails at the pond--standing guard.

Well, I guess that’s enough  stories about sadness.

But, you know, there are two sides to a coin–and if we don’t acknowledge both kinds of emotions, how do we know how to feel?

‘Woof-Woof’,  Luigi

p.s.  On the Friday nite that the little pugs died, when Grandma and I did our evening walk, we heard a lone turtle dove– cooing– just 6 times… that’s all.

Grandma told me, “Luigi, the Grandfathers have taken the little puppies to heaven–and the turtle dove is letting us know they are resting now–and alright.”   She has Native American heritage, you know, and she knows these stories.   But, I think she’s right–because we’ve never heard that turtle dove before– or since.

There is a mystery to life that we must all leave up to God–and just patiently wait till He explains it to us.  You know, He lost His Son, too.  That’s why He is so wonderfully understanding.

Just a traveling around the state…

Hey, hey, everyone!  Luigi here.  Well, I won’t have any pictures this time–just wanted to let you know that Grandma and I came down to Aunt Margie’s on Monday.  She is a really sweet and beautiful woman–one of Grandma’s younger sisters. (LOL–all her sisters are younger… but don’t let her know I told you.)

When we drove up, Grandma said, “Luigi–look here!  This is definitely Aunt Margie’s yard. Look at all those beautiful plants.”  I could immediately tell what she was talking about–little azaleas, butterfly bushes, gray creeping stuff with white flowers growing down the rocky wall, little hot-pink puffy flowers, and lots of different yellow ones –and a little paved patio  cuts into the sloping front yard next to the front door.  It looks like a great place to have a doggy “meet and greet”… don’t you think?  We could have some little bones in dishes…  oh, well, I should have been a Metro-pup– I love all that kind of stuff.   Aunt Margie’s  back patio was just a lovely.  A lot of the plants were in pots next to special-looking big rocks– and some pale purple ‘pin-cushion’ flowers and some little pink flowers had Grandma just ooo-ing and awing.

I was a little worried at first about being in a new home–but, I made sure I kept track of Grandma’s feet–cuz, if they are in sight, I’d  know for sure where she was.  Aunt Margie said something about it’s been nearly 5 years since she saw me last time– that I seem much more calm.  Well, duh!  I am ten now you know.  She said all she remembers was my sister, Bella, and I and a lot of jumping, running around, and barking at the doors. OMG–could she be any farther from the truth today!

So, yesterday, Grandma got up early, fed me, and we did our walk out front up and down some rolling hills–it was a great morning–We even saw some deep red poppies that were as big as cantaloupes.. really.  Then, after we got home, came the big surprise.  Aunt Margie and Grandma left about 10:30 in the morning and there I was, alone for the day in this house–I barked a couple of times when they locked the door to remind them that they had forgotten to take me, too.  But, after a while I realized I was there alone with another rat-cat down stairs– this one is named “Yowley Meoww”… well, not really, it’s Petunia..  she is like a ‘black calico’– and has little gold-colored spots on a black background.  And, once more,  here’s a cat who thinks she ‘owns’ the house.  What happened to dog equality?  And, she ‘fitzes’ at me– a funny noise–like that’s going to scare me!  Sophie is looking better and better…

Later I learned that they had taken Aunt Margie to see her doctor–you know– that’s like our veterinarian. And, after a few hours, they let Grandma bring her home–OK, but sleepy.  It must have been important because everyone was being really quite for her last nite–and checking on her, too.  I offered her a doggy treat, but, she said she couldn’t eat anything yet.  Humans! They sure require a lot of work.

Well, it poured really hard last nite, so all the grass was wet this morning when we went out into the back yard.  It is a steep hill with grass and Pine trees out there– and OMG there was the sweetest, cold water on the grass– I was grooving and chewing   on the grass blades and that silly Grandma started singing the “Luigi is gumming on some grass” song–teasing me about having lost some of my teeth.  I just ignored her–because if she had any idea how good these delicate grass blades tasted– I’d probably have to share them.  NOT!

Well, sorry for no pics– I’m typing on Uncle Richard’s computer–and I don’t think I’m supposed to download photos here. LOL  So, I’ll say ciao till  this weekend. Y’all take care– hides some bones for a rainy day!

Oh, and GO VANCOUVER, B.C.– WIN THAT STANLEY CUP!     “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


Contemplations– go figure!

Thursday, May 26th

Just watching and thinking

Hi everyone, Luigi here… I’ve been doing some thinking and thought I’d share some of my conclusions with you.  (I guess wisdom is rubbing off on me from living around all these wise, old folks…heh, heh, heh)                                                                                                                    So, you know all that rain we had for a few days, well, it reminded me about,   “With every  good, a little rain must fall.”

I think that’s true.  But, I’m seeing it in reverse!  Here I was complaining about all that darn rain, when the most interesting and beautiful thing happened.  Grandma was taking me for a walk out back by the pond–which had grown substantially because of all the rain.  It was still drizzling–but the big trees overhang the walkway enough that you don’t get too wet back there.

Then, I saw something moving out on the pond– and it was thousands of circles traveling all over the top of the pond.  What was happening was when a rain drop landed on the water, it made a little circle of waves which then kept growing bigger and bigger–sometimes as big as I am long.  Then, it would bump into another wave circle coming along.  When it was smaller and stronger, it would just wipe out the big old circle.  Or, when it got so big itself, it would get wiped out.  But, there was a constant supply of circles all different sizes because the little rain drops just kept falling.  It was like a little  flat water ballet.

It made me think about all of us on earth–people and their pets–we all have our own  circle of waves–and some of us are young and energetic and we fill in or wipe out the less capable  wave circles.  However, lots of us live long enough to create very, very big circles of influence–even when we aren’t as forceful any more–we are still dynamic.  And, then, when we all come together–we create the whole pond of water–and you can’t tell one droplet from another–we just exist as one.  Wouldn’t it be great if everyone could live like raindrops?

A corner of the pond

     See, I thot  you’d like that.  It was sort of  a ‘watching poem’.     Cool.                                     Oh, gee, all this thinking back reminded me I miss my fluffy-haired girl.  …and my Mom and Dad, too.   But Grandma is taking good care of me,  you know.  Why, last nite she stood in the pouring rain for 20 minutes while I counted blades of grass.             What?  Are you nuts?                   What else would I do out there in the rain for that long?                     Oh, no… don’t even ‘go there’… I didn’t.    LOL   Freaked poor Grandma out.    But, she got even with me– she slept in till 9 this morning.  Oh, man, I learned my lesson.

Well, y’all have a great day tomorrow.   Catch you on the flip side.      Woof-Woof, Luigi.

Does any one have Noah’s cell number?

Wednesday, May 25th.

Hey, Luigi here…  OMG I just arrived from the AZ desert– just hot… and here it is pouring rain.  And, you should just see the raincoat  that  Grandma puts on me.  I’ll have her take a picture of it  tomorrow.  So, I just got all the smells identified by area–and now, all I can find is a snoot   full  of water.  What gives?

Well, I didn’t get to write much over the weekend–  On Saturday Grandma went to a luncheon with her friend–who played a guitar.

But, after their meeting, they came home and got me and we all drove up to Bellingham.  They both laughed a lot.

I guess when you’re older and your kids are grown up, or, at least older, you have lots to chat about.  Then, they got the dad–and they all went for Mexican food–but, of course, they didn’t let me go in with them. 

So, did I tell you that I have my own personal zoo right here at   Grandma’s apartments?  Yep, some squirrels,  and a pair of Mallard ducks in the pond out back, lots of other dogs–    little   ones, older ones, and a few young, yippie brats.

And, don’t forget the rat-cat that lives right here in my home…

But, you know, R-C is starting to visit with me– well, I think it’s visiting.  When ever  Grandma and I go outside, now, R-C is sitting at the screen door waiting for us when we come back.  The other day, she wouldn’t even move her butt to let me back in.   In fact, she leaned forward and we actually touched noses.  And, today while Grandma dried the rain off of me,  R-C started hitting at my fluffy tail with her paw.  I guess she thought it was a toy— the nerve!       Well, Grandma says that Sophie–that’s her name–can you imagine naming a cat!  LOL   Anyway, Grandma says that Sophie has been the only pet in the house for over 10 years other than an occasional visit from my cousin, Nacho.    So, I’m trying to go easy on her and not chase her down.                                               Oh, and then there’s the little incident of          getting in trouble over eating Sophie’s snack , again.    

Like,  Grandma  must have super hearing because all I did was lick the rest of the food out of the bowl .   But, wow, she hollered at me from the back of the apartment.  “Luigi, is that cat food bowl I hear sliding all over the kitchen?”   Now, how’d she know that was me and not that darn cat?  So, I just gave her one of those cute little ‘shy eyes’ looks, and she calmed right down.  But, boy does that cat food taste great.  I hope I can keep my promise to her.

Also,  today I just want to say “Goodbye to Oprah! ”  It was her talk show’s last day– I’ll bet her dogs will be glad she’s going to be done with that gig.  She honors dogs you know–they did that show on those outrageous puppy mills– oh, boy, I could bite some ankles when I see that cruelty.  Well, I better close for now.  I’ll be back soon.   Woof-Woof, Luigi.

Let the sun shine, let the sun shine, the s-u-n shine in…

Tuesday, May 17th

This was a gorgeous day– and the sun shine was wonderful.  I’m still with Grandma–and we took a long, slow walk for almost 45 minutes–and we went clear around the apartments.

I also got to meet a new friend– a black, long-haired chihuahua-mix named Buster.  He is just a little taller than I am–and has fluffy hair on his ears. He was just one of those ‘young-uns’ because he wanted to jump and hop around– really.  In the middle of the day, Grandma left me home–said she had an appointment and would be right back. And, she was.   We went out a couple of times– and then I met Rick–he was walking out back–and later I met him up front. 

Things were pretty mellow until mid-afternoon –I got into trouble– but it’s that rat-cat’s fault.  You see, she gets this little bowl of soft food, and she doesn’t eat all of it.  Well, I was doing my usual check all the corners in the kitchen –and there was this little white bowl with some of her food left.  Naturally, I thought she was done, so I cleaned the bowl.  Well, Grandma heard the bowl clinking around the kitchen and boy oh boy!  She was really upset with me…and I got one of those lectures where the angry person tells you the issue over and over.  Gees– I got the point.

But, I guess I’m getting dementia because, later that evening– I smelled that lovely food again, and when Grandma walked out of the kitchen, I just nudged that cat right out of her dinner–and finished it for her.  OH RATS!  I guess the honeymoon is over.  Grandma flicked a drippy hand of water at me– and said, “Luigi–this isn’t going to work if you keep eating Sophie’s food.”   Good Godfrey– she called that cat by name—she was really serious, too.  She didn’t keep repeating herself this time.  So, I guess I’ll just have to remember to not eat the cat food.   Darn it.       OK, I’m almost caught up with the journal– till later.   Woof-Woof, Luigi