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REALLY, YOU WANT US TO GET OUR FEET WET?
YOU UNDERSTAND I AM SHORTER, MY BELLY WILL GET WET TOO?
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( 3 / 127 )Rain Rain go away....I never saw so much rain before. You know what rain is right? Just like water – well make that – it is water...that falls down out of the sky. It makes everything wet...including us! If you are crazy enough to go out and potty in it...It's too much like a bath for me only without soap. We had some of it in Vegas but this Cedar rain is the real stuff! It comes down hard and is noisy about it!
You can see the rain coming. It drives right up Interstate 15 – imagine that! Mom says it will be here soon....it must know our exit!
The sky – which is really big out here...gets all dark. Sometimes there is a flash of light in the sky then CRACK!! Oh Papa! Where's Papa?! I need you Papa!
The air smells different too. Mom says it's the Cedar Trees. Makes the air smell clean. The thunder really gets loud. Mom thinks that is the best part! Papa says not to worry about the noise...it is only 'Thundar', the great god of bowling! I think he is making that up!
What's this?? Mom is trying to get us to go to the potty place. She says we only have a few minutes before everything is going to get really wet....so we all should go potty. Nope, I'm not going and she can't make me! I can water the porch rug...won't be the first time! I have support in this fight...nobody else wants to go either! You can feel the storm. And hey, I am not deaf! I can hear Thundar bowling!
I want to stay under the porch thank you very much. So does Clarice...I actually think she is scare. OH! That is mind blowing – Clarice scared? Think I should be scare? Clarice can be scared for the both of us. Josie is brainless. She is running in out and all around. Good distraction...I am trying to sneak away to pee somewhere under the cover of the porch!
Our Mom is pretty smart...she knows a trick...if you open the gate...even Clarice will run out to the bigger area...even with that trick...which worked on all of us...you cannot pee under pressure. It is not happening! I, for one, need to mull around, smell the rocks, find the perfect spot. Mom gives up and tells us we better not pee on the porch! OK a little too late to heed that advise! Hey I'm only 7 pounds, my bladder is small!
The best part of having a storm is sitting out on the porch with Mom and Papa. Mom likes the rain, the thunder and all the great smells! Nothing like a good storm she says. It all looks great from under the safety of the porch cover, all six of us piled as close to our humans as we can get! If you sit on Clarice's head she growls at you...but only until we all get settled. I think she is very happy to have someone covering her. We all have to be touching Mom or Papa....it is a rule especially during a storm.
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
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( 3 / 24 )There is a rumor going around about our house. Cats really own it. I think the cats started it. They said that they own the house and let us live here. Think Mom knows that? Do you think she know there are cats in the house?
Apparently, Frankie and Kayla are cats – Siamese. No wonder they smell different! They live with us or we live with them. Whatever! I knew there was something different about them. They jump over the gate in the kitchen – we can't do that! They can potty in the house and not get in trouble. Best of all, they get to sit on this – what did Frankie call it – a throne? It is in the living room...he says that it is a great place to survey his domain. Kayla says he may be the King...but she has all the power.
Mom always wanted a blue eyed cat. She had one when she was living back in New York. It was a really small little guy. He 'crossed over' only a few days after she got him. He was sick! Mom says that she knows now never to buy a pet from a pet store...but back then....way, way, w-a-y back in the 1960's....she didn't know. WOW – she must be really old! The little guy didn't even have a name yet. He died in her arms and she cried. She doesn't cry very often....there was the time the grand girls were here and she was laughing so hard she was crying....said she almost pee'd her pants. Bet me she won't get yelled at for doing it in the house! So that is why Mom always wanted another blue eyed cat.
Siamese are pretty darn smart too. She thinks maybe they are too smart sometimes. Like when we are getting ready to travel - the sure sign that we are going for a car ride: Papa and Mom walk back and forth from the house to the garage...about a million times. The cats disappear. It took forever to find Frankie one day....he was hiding in his litter box. I don't see what they have to complain about. They get a nice big crate with a potty box and water. I, on the other hand, get stuffed into a small crate with NO potty box!
They were here way before me. Clarice told me to watch out for Frankie. He is not mean. He just doesn't take to well to licks and humping. Can't say I blame him. Clarice loves to hump him and it just makes his hair stand up! Mom says Clarice wants to show him who the boss is....I think he knows who the boss is...Once in awhile Clarice and Frankie get to staring at each other....he makes this low growling sound...which isn't any worse than the one Clarice starts to make....that's when Mom gets the water bottle! She says they need to cool down a bit. Pretty much most of the time they tolerate each other. They just walk pass each other....and stare. We all wait to see who is going to make the first move! It's usually Mom. Mom says it is a Love-Hate thing they have going.
Josie hasn't learned what a silly slap is...but if she keeps trying to lick Frankie's face....she is going to find out right quick. Mom says he doesn't use his claws – he is just giving out a warning! I remember when I was a little one...I am a big girl now...he would come into the pen with me and sleep in my bed....he didn't let the cavalier pups - Andrea and Billy come near him...he must have liked me...recognized the fact that I was not like the others (see he is intelligent)...I could snuggle up with him. We have an understanding! I think he acts big and tough but he is a pussy cat. Hey, I made a funny! Did you get it? He is a pussy cat!
Kayla is a totally different kind of girl...thinks she is a cavalier. You can do whatever you want to her except put drops in her eye. She needs that sometimes for an allergy. Mom says (Mom always has something to say) you can get it done with three people but it's hard with only two!
I have decided to take the management role with the cats....you know they have claws don't you? I saw Mom cutting them the other day....Mom keeps telling Josie to leave the cats alone.... I think that is very good advice...she obviously hasn't seen the claws!
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
Frankie
Kayla
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( 2.9 / 154 )I made a new friend this weekend. I didn't start out trying to make her my friend, actually, have to say I was not very nice to her at first. Her name is Millie. She belongs to Rob – that is Mom's oldest son. Millie came from a place called the ASPCA. It is a very special place that takes care of animals that are lost or not wanted anymore. Mom says it is hard to go there... there are so many sad eyes that watch you. She also said if I don't start eating like I should – I could go for a one-way visit! She's just kidding! I'm pretty sure she is – I think!
A long time ago, Rob had a little dog named Shasta. I never met her. Mom said she “crossed over” before I was even a whisper.
Crossing Over is what happens to everybody sooner or later. Mom says that it is not a bad thing....just a sad thing for the ones left behind. She believes that when she crosses over – yea humans have to do it too - there will be lots of family waiting for her and dogs too...even a white cat named Princess. It will be a happy reunion. Well Mom can cross over if she wants...but Papa is staying right here with me!
Now Millie came into Rob's life to help fill the empty spot that Shasta left. Mom is not going to like me to say this...but Millie is a funny little thing. It was no wonder I wasn't nice to her...she has funny ears and a tail that sticks straight up in the air. She walks funny too! Plus, she is all black, I can hardly see her eyes! How can I tell if she is looking at me?
Mom says that Millie has scars. You can't see them but something happen to poor Millie when she was a little pup. I should be nice to her or I will get scars! She, that's Millie not my Mom, stays near her boy all the time and when he is out of her sight she cries. I think we scared her pretty good when she first came into our house. I was the loudest in telling her she was a stranger. Then Mom reminded me how I felt at Auntie Marilyn's house. I didn't mean to scare her. OK, so I did throw my head back and let the barking rip! Mom says I could throw my head back like that – without the barking – in the show ring...she would be very happy!
The rules were laid down....I am to be nice to her. Get to know her. Oh boy, do you know what that means? I have to go sniff her butt! Seems to be the way to welcome a new guy around here....all the cavs have taken their turn – personally – I think it is a disgusting way to say hello!
Turns out Millie is OK. She never barks and she really loves her boy. I did get to see her eyes. They are a pretty, warm brown. She is pretty too even if she doesn't look like me or for that matter a cavalier. Mom says we all can be different and still be beautiful. Beauty comes from inside. Well, I see what comes out of the inside of me and it is not much better from the cavs...I think she needs to rethink where beauty comes from!
The weekend ended. Millie went home with her boy. I thought about what Mom said about the one-way trip to the ASPCA...so I ate some dinner...on my own!
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
I SWEAR I DID NOT PUSH HER DOWN!
YES, I UNDERSTAND THE RULES.
TELL THEM WE ARE FRIENDS NOW WILL YA!
I'M NOT ACTING! I REALLY LIKE YOUR LITTLE GIRL. NO HONEST!
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( 3.2 / 29 )Feeding time at our house works like a well oiled machine, as long as you let Mom have her coffee first and don't rush her. Actually she is pretty fast – she can put together 6 dishes – plus the cat meals – in record time.
If you really want to play with her head...move one of the bowls that she has laid out, in a specific order, same way every morning. If you move one...she gets all confused. Then we never know what vitamins we are getting. Who wants Charlie's old man stuff!
Papa says meal time is like a chemistry lesson around here. A ½ teaspoon of this and a pinch of that. As long as you don't stop Mom in the middle of it all...her hands know exactly how to do it. We all get some salmon oil – which by the way stinks, a multivitamin and some white stuff to make us poo good.
These cavaliers are so easy. You could put anything in their bowl and they love it....not me! I am a gourmet eater. Mom says I am a pain in the butt eater....all in your view point.
Do you remember me telling you about my visit to Auntie Marilyn's house? Do you remember me telling you I was going to get back at mom? Pay back is a - oops mom says this is a G rated Blog!
Mom likes to see us eat...she says if we are eating and pooping good – all is right in the household. Can you believe she has names for different kinds of poo. You are going to love this:
1. the cigar – we are good
2. a soft cigar – we are still OK
3. oatmeal – we are not doing OK
4. soft serve – this is bad
5. the squirts – that is very bad
Papa gives her a Poo Report....how sick it that! She says only other dog people would understand that she is not a pervert...just a dogie mom. Ask her about 'poosicles' some day.
Back to eating or not as the case may be....I decided when we got back from the shows that mom needed to learn a lesson. So I would not eat! At first it was just going to last a day or so....but I realized just how much I could work this woman. I am having a ball....and watching her face when I do something like....Ok, Ok listen to this:
She was trying to feed me kibble. I knew she had a few different kinds of them in her hand...I can smell the difference. She had me on the grooming table trying to 'trick' me into thinking they were cookies! I turned my nose up at one flavor but ate the another one – puppy kibble I think from the smell. I gave her the false hope that I was going to eat the puppy kibble...so she calls for Papa to come with more...yes, of course I turned my nose at it. You saw that coming right?
“Let's try more flavors”. Mom has got a store in the dogie cabinet. There are more brands and flavors of kibble – trying to please me. Papa – poor guy – had to go back and forth until there was a smorgasbord out in front of me! By the time I was finished fooling with their heads...I had 5 different flavors in front of me....so I went back to the first one....ate a little. Don't tell mom, I actually like them all but you would not believe the hoops I can get my Mom to jump through. I sampled one from each pile....mom just look helpless at Papa. I got her good! Now where is my scrambled egg woman!
She cooks for me. Oh yes you heard right...she cooks more for me than she does for Papa! I have eaten a sweet potato, with chicken. Some really good cottage cheese with veggies. The only way I will eat kibble is one nugget at a time – and – only if she hand feeds it to me.
Can't wait to see what she has prepared for my taste buds tomorrow.
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
P.S. Don't believe everything Clarice says. She's really a softy at heart.
COULD YOU JUST MOVE THE PLATE A LITTLE CLOSER
MOVE THAT PIECE JUST A TAD CLOSER TO ME - THERE!
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