Like a Lays Potato Chip

It's hard so very, very hard to chose
JUST ONE KaChewKee Wrapper.

My pal Tofu agrees. He likes KW's all kinds of ways.
This is my 'bark out' to you Tofu!


You know if I had thumbs I'd serve myself.
This presentation is particularly appealing to me because
I've long been inspired by Japanese designs and aesthetics.
"Life is Art. Live it Beautifully."
That's my motto
well, one of 'em.

Rain Bath

There was a sudden torrential downpour during our walk last night. We were a long way from home. I was drenched and exhausted. I popped on my After Bath Robe and had a snuggle in the comfy chair.

I got to thinking. Isn't it Dinner time?



Bless her she filled my 'buzy-buddy' with Bil-Jak.
I like meals to be events. It usually takes me about 20 minutes to enjoy dinner.

I finish up by leaning waaay in for a nice big drink.

Man this After Bath Robe fits great!

I'm not even leaving a damp spot.

Pass the remote.

HOW KaChewKee Wrappers WORK

She ties one up for you.

She gives it to you.

You take it nice-y.

Travel on to a special spot!

Check it out.

Investigate it.

Consider it.

Get in there with nibble-y teeth.

Really work it. Put some nose into it.

Use paws.

I've got a strategy - paws, teeth, nose!

Explore the possibilities of every morsel.

Success.

Satisfaction.

Fill 'er up! Please.

No Buff Poochow! NO BUFF!!

That's what Poochow's people used to say to her when she got going on barking. No Buff Poochow! NO BUFF. She was a standard poodle. They were right to do it.

I wish people did it to each other. Said, NO BUFF and meant it. I see it all the time, someone raging against someone else and both of them knowing the 'target' can't do anything about what their problem is. There's always lots of nice people around but nobody steps in and says, NO BUFF and means it. These kinds of scenes always make me lie down and chew a nail. It happens most often in lines. "Maybe if they see how tense I am they will let up?" Usually not. I do try and give 'sweetie eyes' and encouragement to the target. I can be a pretty good diffuser. Maybe it's partly my curly hair. And it is hair so I don't shed. I mat.

I hear a lot of buff on TV. That thing sure has a demanding tone and pace of constantly winding up the impending, inevitable catastrophe. It's hard to listen to. It's like listening to the unstable dog pack downstairs kill a dish rag or argue over top dog position at dinnertime. If you listen too much you start to be that way and you don't even know it. Slowly, it seems normal. I think they call that "boiled frog".

Recently we've started watching the news just three times a week. M'lady doesn't see any need in hearing every horror story. And news is such a lose term. What seems to be happening is the brightest minds didn't think a fighter jet following a commercial airliner over Manhattan would frighten citizens. The CraigsList Killer is local and national news. Everyone loves Michelle's slender arms. Everything is on the verge of collapse. Animals are name-blamed for disease.

I'm holding good thoughts for my slandered porcine friends and keeping an eye to the sky.

photo credit
That's me on "BUFF Patrol". I oversee a whole intersection and I feel an imperative to "bark out to all my pups" and be protective, aggressive and antagonistic towards interlopers and passersby. It's my prerogative and I take until she says, "NO BUFF!"

Yeah, I'm fully shaved down. This is from last summer.
The less fur I have the more I need to scream everything out.
My "wildly eyes" are for you!

WEIGHING IN SPRING

The vet said I was "the perfect weight". Who doesn't love to hear that! Especially models. M'lady wasn't so thrilled about the 5 minutes (she timed it) the vet spent with us. That's a little trick she learned at Dr. Suzie Love's Breast Cancer Center for selecting doctors who are healers. How long do they spend with you? Do they listen? I helped out a high strung toy shaggy named Simon who's mom was having a payment freakout. I thought they might pee the floor but we all managed just fine. I even charmed the woman with three elderly cats.

On Saturday we skipped over Spring completely and had summer. Hot. Mean hot. I was looking forward to days of wandering about and snuggling up under the soft, kind, sweet, sun. Watching petal showers and witnessing the lily of the valley, forsenthia and violets proclaim the rite of Spring.

There's still a chance for that - but like the tender buds and blossoms outside even though it is cooler I've gone flat. A series of one day heatwaves in April forecasts a long hot summer. I'll be shaved down and back on the fatty food before you know it.

slow wag to ya. keep cool

So Nose to Meet you

GREETINGS!

I get most of my information through my nose. And you smell divine. Like a good person. Not like someone who might hit for no reason and I've smelled my fair share of those.


When I did my time at the city shelter in Boston with all the pitbulls and roitweillers I thought I'd never get the chance to blog and what da ya know - here I am. Man, life can be good. Even after we lost the house with the yard, me and M'Lady found another lovely place. I love the three flights of stairs and the huge green spaces and the river nearby. I love that she's home most of the time but she seems a little tense about it. I also love the modeling. I've always admired my reflection. I spend hours lying on the floor gazing into the mirror appreciating my magnificent wonderousness. This morning was another After Bath Robe photo shoot. I got my "fierce" on like Tyra says to but we had trouble with the lighting.

Now I'm off to the vet where I'll be charming and compliant. If I'm lucky it will rain on our walk tonight. I'll have a "rain bath" and get to lounge around in my After Bath Robe after dinner.
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