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She makes my heart go pitter-pat…

Monday, July 18th

Well, say hey, everyone!  Luigi here.  How’s it going?    We just want to give a shout out to some special Bichons–  Chloe and Lady Bug.  Their mommy sent us a very sweet note.  I know my fluffy haired girl in Germany will love that, too.

My sweetie pie, Maddie

Summer’s here and so far is just a long series of rainy showers.  You just get dry when they drag you back outside to take another walk.  LOL

The other nite we had the whole gang gathered at the benches in the court yard, so Grandma started taking pictures of everyone.  (She asked every mom if it would be OK to post them on my blog–she assured them that we weren’t telling where we live–for security reasons.  Like we’d go off with anyone else, hah!)

Anyway, this first photo is that little girl, Maddie, who makes my heart go pitter-pat.

She is part Bichon and part Shih-Tzu.  See, she’s got a tail like me–and the cutest square butt.  Grandma told her mommy to take her to Matel and have them make a toy like her–it’d be an instant sell out.  She’s not more that 16-18″  long.  And, she’s sure she’s ‘all that’, too.

Like, I can see her coming  down the sidewalk, and I stretch that leash out as far as I can just to get to her first.  I can’t even hear Grandma calling my name when I’m watching Maddie…  Gadfry, when I can’t even hear my whole name… Luigi d’Vinci D….. you know I’m preoccupied.  OMG, the other day she had pink, plaid bows on her head.  That did it!  I was done.

Willy--the magnificent

This next photo is of Willy– the magnificent.  He’s a chihuahua– I’d say tiny– but he is  like a war veteran and deserves a lot of respect, so I’ll just say not very big.  He’s about 8 or so–and he got rescued about a year and a half ago from a puppy mill– over 300 dogs were found.  He was skinny having been kept in a small, filthy kennel as a stud dog.  Well, let’s not even go there.

His mommy now has taken such good care of him–he has gained at least a pound.  But, he won’t let you even mention the word L-E-A-S-H  to him.  Apparently, that was used harshly on him– so, now he gets fighting mad if you come near him with one.  So, he just follows his mom around– never goes more than 10 ft. from her–and everyone knows he just was abused and makes exceptions for him.  It’s sort of like he survived the war–and now he’s just learning to love and enjoy his freedom.

Willy  likes being up on the bench so that he doesn’t get trampled on.  He still isn’t sure of all the commotion over him– after more than 6 years of abuse– but, you know, he’s coming around– like there were 7 dogs here during this photo and he’s still  standing tall– well, that’s relative, too, isn’t it.         Well, I guess we’ll make this one short– we have a lot more photos to post, too.

So, y’all take care,  will  get back to you  tomorrow or so…  hugs to all your family and pets.  Woof, Woof, Luigi