LIZARDS,AND MOVERS, AND COMFORTERS, OH, MY
Woof, kids!
I'm busy writing the Wednesday blog on a rainy and dreamy Tuesday night. What? You thought I got up at the crack of dawn and put paws to the keyboard. Think again, I'm no morning dog.
The nights are kinda rainy at this time of year here in Tampa. It's this tropical peninsula weather. Rain drifts over, from the Gulf to the Atlantic, or is it the other way around? Does anyone really care? Think not. It is a little humid, but that just means my coat is especially fluffy and full. Don't tell her, but Moolie's coat, I mean hair, gets big, like the 80's. Quiet, it's my little secret (insert big smile, or laugh, here).
Remember me mentioning, Mildred? No? Well, she is one of the sweetest people in the condo building. She seems to always be really busy, rushing around and talking to people and on the phone or walking around outside with people. You know, busy. Not sure why, but I know she has a great little dog, but I don't get to see it very much.Fortunately, for me, she always takes the time to give me a little pat on the head and gives me a treat. Don't get me wrong. Mildred is no-nonsense and makes me earn my treats. I have to be very well behaved and sit and be extra nice. It's worth it though because her treats are usually yummy.Last night we saw that little rag-tag dog belonging to Myrtle. Brother, what a snob. I will cut it some slack because if my people were like her person, ick, I'd be in a bad mood too. Why are some people just grouchy all the time? Well, I don't care, it's not my problem. I have bigger fish to fry and besides right before we saw the grump and her fluff-ball, I caught a lizard. See, fish to fry, but really lizards to chase and try to catch. Oh, it gets so complicated in my diva life.Wait a second before you go all PETA on me. I CAUGHT it, but I didn't say what else I did with it. Drum roll here...I...let...it...go...free. Actually, Gaz helped me out a little bit with all that. Details...we were on the street walking and I saw my chance and just went for it. They do taunt me, those leathery lizards with their beady eyes. Yep, pretty fun, but they are kind of squirmy and it wasn't half as much fun as I thought it would be. No, not at all. After I gently captured it, I kind of lagged behind my peeps, they were busy talking. They quickly became suspicious and, bam, Gaz leaned down and in a flash the lizard was set free and scooted away. I wasn't going to do anything to it anyway, but Moolie was all freaking-out and getting all squinty and it was just way too much drama for me. I like things to roll nice and easy. Bottom line? Lizard went free, I was happy about that and so were Gaz and Moolie and we continued our happy walk with more talking and sniffing. Good times.Not a lot of canine action around here today. But, there was a move-out in the building and I tried to sneak a peek at the goods. I'm always curious about the furniture of other pets. I know I love my sofa and chairs and other stuff, but am I getting gypped in some way? Do others have a "lap of luxury" that I am missing? I wonder about these things when I am stretched out on the comforter in the master or draped over Moolie's legs while she sits and writes. This query will go unanswered today. Those nit-wit movers had all the stuff wrapped in secure moving blankets. I stood on my very dippy-toes and still could not catch a single glimpse. So, I will assume that my very own LOL (and I don't mean laughing-out-loud), reigns supreme. To think this gives me great comfort when I am snoozing in my crate, I mean, cozy dog apartment (okay, this is what my humans call it so I won't suspect that it is really a crate with a bunch of soft padding and stuff, but I do, just don't tell them I know, 'kay?).Hey, time to step on outside for a final evening stretch and see if I can annoy some of the grouchy creatures around here. On second thought, maybe not, something Moolie and Gaz call karma. Whatever. They take all the fun out of trying to be a royal diva. I will just have to console myself with diving into that snuggly comforter between Gaz and Moolie before I retire for the evening into the "apartment". Ah, yes.
Well Diva, I have to come clean here for all the readers of your blog, human and otherwise. I'm afriad The Reg does have an accomplice when it comes to the beady-eyed lizards. I've seen him working the fences where the lizards sun bathe and watch for smaller creatures to bully, make fun of ... or lunch. I think he even keeps a supply of lizards treats in his pocket to coax them closer. Not naming names here ... but this lizard thing is truly a tag-team affair. Of course no lizards are harmed. But I bet a few, like the one who ended up resting between the Diva's choppers, will be spending some time on the couch. And joining the TLT ... Traumatized Lizards of Tampa.
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I finally found the password book to my e-mail and just had to say hi to Diva Reg and her people Moolie and Gaz. Reg, you don't mind if I call you Reg, do you? My name is Pudgy. I wear a bandanna, if you know what I mean, and just so you know, my stature may be small, but I have quite the large paw print! You know, we have never had the pleasure of sniffing up each other, however, my person, BIG DADDY, caught me looking at his photo album of his recent trip to Tampa and I had sniffed the doggone paint right off one of your glamour shots! You have the most exquisite set of PAWS that I have ever seen BABY. Hold on, let me grab another cocktail. OK, back now. I need to tell you now that your people are THE PEOPLE. BIG DADDY told me all about your condo and couldn't stop talking about how nice the view was from the 10th floor balcony, overlooking the bay. BIG DADDY had a wonderful time in Tampa. Moolie was the daytime guide and kept him moving and shaking all around town. Gaz had the evening shift and took Moolie and he to dinner and drove them about. Gaz can fry up some fish, huh. BIG DADDY hasn't stopped talking about those fish tacos [and, by the way, he sure would like that recipe]. Now don't muzzle me now, and for sure don't tell anyone, but your people like to look through their binoculars at night from the balcony. BIG DADDY kinda liked it too~. Now don't misunderstand, never hurts to LOOK, right? Doggonit, he SAID he never saw a thang, not even a tail awaggin. I bet Gaz has told you that he and I have never met either. BIG DADDY says he is pretty cool though. Gaz has a really nice office just around the corner from your condo, and I'm sure he's glad he can walk to work since a tank of gas is ALMOST as much as your weekly spa treatment! See Moolie, I don't' always pick on you. Oh, what the heck, I digress, I mean a tank of gas is just under the cost of a weeks worth of coffee PODS for that coffee making whatchamacallit in the kitchen
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Why, PUDGY...you sly DAWG, you!!! Loved your message and it is SO good to connect with someone who truly understands my life as a Diva here in the "cool" Sunshine State. Of course, Texan dogs rate super high on my list, naturally. I hope you won't be jealous, but when BIG DADDY was here, I just adored him. He is so fun and funny and played with me and my toys. Fab, darling. Wait, I'd better stop before you get really, really mad at him. You are one lucky DAWG, Pudge (I figure we are now good with nicknames to our nicknames, right?). Send a photo, so I can splash it on the site. I've heard you are THE EYES AND FEET OF SHELBY STREET...something about napping with BD and Norma Desmond, whatever dog that is. Gaz and Moolie and I LOVE, BID DADDY, a lot and can not wait to see him again. He is a big part of our little family. Sorry I missed you while in the great Lone Star State, but it was a whirlwind...with B, Babs, Mamaw. Whew. A Diva can only take so much without a dose of pampering. Pudge, be sure to keep woofing back at me...we have so much in common.
PS-Thanks for the "Lizard LD Tip". You are SO right...what was I thinking? From now on I will only chase hot lizards at night...wait, they hide and sleep then...well, I will just have to risk it 'cause Gaz would be so disappointed if I lost interest...you know how sensitive he is.
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