puppy love

im thinking of doing sit-ups this morning...yes, you heard me.  exercise.  i know why, you know why..i have to find my papillon.  i looked at myself in the mirror this morning, and i wasn't too happy with what i saw, i tell you.  now, it's bad enough that i have to think about brushing my teeth, and getting a bath, but my belly is a bit.....protruding.   and i don't even drink beer!

anyway, i probably won't see her again, that's how it is in the city.  you think you have a connection with someone, walking down the street, eyes meet, and right there, you feel ....something.  but they turn the corner, and you look back, and just like that, they are gone.   and that's how it is. 

where is my love?

so, i'm not going to wait in the hallway, for my person to notice that i really need to go for a walk, again.  i'm not going to sit on the window sill, staring wistfully down at the passersby.  i'm not going to glue myself to the sidewalk, immobile, when i realise that we are headed back home after going around the block.  nope, not going to do any of those things....again.

she's out there, and i will see her.  until then, i really need to cut back on those damn greenies.

oh papillon, wherefore art thou?

i think i'm in love.  i'm almost certain of it.  now, before i share the story, let me be clear.  jazmine is my girl.......but she's more like my big sister,  getting a bit old, and cranky and miserable and all the rest of it.

i mean, we play together, but it lasts about five minutes, then she glares and bites, and it's over.  just like that.  so, i kinda leave her alone,  but it's all good,  cause where we live, it's like a canine choice awards up in here.  i mean, the village is covered with little dog madness everywhere, and every day is like spring break.

so, you already know me, but if you don't remember, let me refresh your memory.  i am a dog.  don't dress me up in sweaters or shoes or paint my toenails, or put a freaking bow in my head.   don't speak cute to me, or put me in a faux leather bag with the initials VSL on it, which means 'very sweet lips' or some such nonsense. my teeth are for biting if you come too close,  and my throat's not for jewelry, but for barking and growling.

i dont like to be clean, i dont like to smell like puppy powder.  i am a canine.  i like my paws muddy, and i like my women frisky.

so when i saw this beauty whipping towards me, her leash taunt, owner wailing behind her trying to keep up,  hair at the tip of her ear standing on end, electric sparks glittering above her...well, i did something i don't think i've ever done to a stranger-dog before.  i sat down.  and starred.  while she ran right up to me.  trust me, my person nudged me with her boot, wondering if i'd suddenly gone ill, and jazmine came up behind me to sniff my butt.

i didn't feel anything.  this dream stood directly in front of me, her nose touching mine, and i didn't sink my canine's through her neck.  i didn't bark and jump like my life depended on it.  all i saw was her.   then , just as quickly as she came, she left, bouncing down the street.  my person tried to take a picture of her, but it was too late.  she'd turned the corner, and dissapeared.  i still sat there, staring at the empty street, until my person picked me up, and we all slowly walked home.


so, i am forced to admit, i'm a bit smitten.  felt like a fool.  i lost my edge, but only for a moment.  it's back now, in full force 4x4 wind resistant hurricane level, byatches!

im ready for her , when i see her again.  i might even brush my teeth, and put on a .........nope, not happening.

my old lady

my girl is getting old! she had to go to the vet 'cause her teeth was all messed up, and lost eight of them...eight! bottom row, gone.  it's truly sad.  she's all gummy now.  kinda like needing some puppy dentures or something.. needs to have a plastic set by the bed-side.nice pearly whites for dogs.  so she won't look like the oldie-but-goodie that she is...

gummy

i mean,  first there were the mistakes she was making in the apartment.  side note -  i don't know why we say  'make mistakes'  instead of peeing.  so,  she was PEEING all over the place, including the middle of our person's bed - which was totally NOT cool - so off to the vet she went , only to discover that it was old age that was causing the leakage - i mean, peeing.  so, she got some kind of steroid pills that seem to be working on that little problem.  but she had to wear diapers for some days until it kicked in... yes,  doggy-freaking DIAPERS.  i mean, i thought my head would explode.  i mean, we are freaking DOGS over here!

then, there is the on-coming bout of arthritis that is happening, so when she wakes up, she limps around for a while...

and now, no TEETH!

i mean, it was kinda funny seeing her cautiously walking around in a freaking DOG diaper, and now NO  teeth, but i can't really laugh 'cause she is still my number 1 , and i am here to protect and serve her.

so, go on with your no-teeth smile, you know i love ya!

small dog stand-off

the morning was brisk and uncomfortable.  sharp wind whistled through the buildings and down the block, gusting at times, lifting bits of frozen garbage from the piles of jagged ice still on the ground. the streets were narrow, naked trees stark and bare, reaching up to the blue skies, hoping for a glimpse of sunlight. just at the corner of the block, clipped to a fence, sat two pugs.  They saw us approach, got up and immediately spread out to capture the entire width of the sidewalk, baring their teeth.

One of them, let's call him, big bug eyes, lowered the front of his body to the ground, tail up, stiff in the air, ready to pounce.  The other one, old blue eyes, preferred the position of leaning on the fence, ears swat against his squashed face, ready for the kill.

only problem was, they were facing us, the terriers, and yeah, you know how we roll. old blue eyes looked dolefully at us, as the hair on his back strained and quivered, and said." git off our block." from the ground, big bug eyes shook a bit, and dipped even lower." yeah, you heard 'im, git moving , before you get your asses kicked!"

 so, yeah,  they don't know me, they were giving attitude to me, and you all remember who i am?  i had to come back with my brunello-badness, so  i said, " now, really, if you're going to get all defensive about YOUR sidewalk and YOUR block, don't you think you should at least NOT be wearing coordinated blue and red puffy jackets? " 
jasmine piped in" yeah!"

the actual dogs were not used because it would be too embarrassing for them

they looked at each other, and kinda had to agree, that they looked kinda silly growling and giving us attitude and stuff, while walking about wearing jackets that looked like those over there.

so, after some growls and hind-leg jumps and spins, they let us pass, i mean they had to.  until i realized where we were walking to .....the vet!!!!!! 

suddenly all i wanted was to be back with the pugs, fighting it out, doing whatever we needed to do, to not go to the vet again..  but my person wasn't having it.  so there i was, disposed to go through the worst horror a dog could ever go through... teeth-cleaning.  but at least im not wearing puffs.  you know who i feel about that.