Posts Tagged ‘separation’

OMG! A Huge Family Secret…

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.

Scooter with the Imperial Dragon marks on his face

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.

The dragon dog—

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    🙂


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

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.

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

It wasn’t just a dream…

Monday, May 16th

Hey, everyone, it’s Luigi, again.   I woke up this morning and I was still at Grandma’s–it wasn’t just a dream.  She was really sweet to me and talked to me about having brek-kust  like Mom does–and she took me outside for the morning tinkle.  Things are happening normal-like, but I still don’t know where my family is–or Bella.  Thank  gosh I know this is ‘my’ Grandma.

As we were doing the breakfast routine, this large, gray-striped, fluffy ‘rat’ walked into the room–Man oh man–did I let it know to stop right there– Bark, Bark, Bark.  I’m not letting any ‘fluffy rats’ in our house.  But, Grandma quickly pointed out that, “Luigi–that’s Sophie– our CAT– don’t bark at her, she lives here, too.”  What in the heck is a cat?  Why would Grandma be taking care of that thing?  Oh, my!

So, I ate my breakfast with one eye watching that Sophie.  You can never be sure that Grandma didn’t make a mistake and that the cat thing might not be true.  And, you know how rats come steal your food.

Afterwards, we went for a walk to a nice little grassy area by a pond.                  

Of course, I had to sniff all over very carefully–and WHOA!  this huge thing went roaring by us just on the other side of the trees.  Whoot, whoooo!  Holy cow–scared me half to death– I looked at Grandma who was just casually standing there smiling.  She assured me in her sweet voice, “It’s OK Luigi–it’s a train.  A train.”   So, I checked back and forth a couple of times–and she wasn’t running for cover, so I guess it’s ok to not get in a panic–but, criminey–you could even feel the ground tremble.

After that, we ran some errands.  Now that I understand cuz my Mom used to do a lot of that–and lots of times Bella and I would go with her.  Oh, Bella.  Where are you?   This is very strange.   Any way, I ran around with Grandma who would get out of the car for just a really short time–and off we’d go again.  The rest of the day was pretty normal.  She put a little footstool by the couch to help me get up by myself.  OMG  I was really in a panic when she said, ‘jump up. Luigi, jump up’.  …on the furniture–yep… Grandma must be losing it–she’s old you know… on the furniture.  But, she has everything covered with blankets for me–even the car seat.  Oh, that Grandma.

Well, that’s pretty much how things went.  I never did find Bella.  But, before I went to bed, Grandma  brushed me a long time–it felt lov-ell-y.  So, I’ll close for now– I need to report about Tuesday, and then, I’ll be caught up with my journal.  Woof-Woof, Luigi.