NOW YOU SEE IT, BUT NOW I DON'T...MY R

Woof, kids!

Come September and I am beginning to feel a little "fallish". Yep, I can't wait for Gaz and Moolie, well, one of them anyway, to fire up the fireplace in the condo. Ah, nothing quite so cozy as a dog, like myself, all curled up in front of a glorious fire with the peeps by my side. One, teeny-weeny prob with this quaint pix I am painting for you...it's still 90 degrees in Tampa. Oh, the fireplace...yeah, fake. Well, it looks real enough and puts out heat, but it's totally faux. How very Florida of us, huh? BTW, can you let me know if the leaves on the palm trees will be changing colors? I've heard about leaves that turn to red and gold in the fall, so I'm looking forward to seeing all that on the palms. Can't wait.  Put your paws to that keyboard and bark back at me.

Yikes, just heard that some pup ate an earring. Just a small one, so don't get your fur in an uproar. That canine needs serious counseling. Eating jewelry? It just isn't done...you wear it, around the neck. Please. Hey, forgot to tell you that Diva-Dog is now without my flashy 'n sassy, stone-encrusted initial R collar adornment. Lost and never to be found.

• ELEVATOR ENCOUNTERS:

A sort of friendly, yet madcap, lady jumped into the elevator with the Diva the other day and, wow, she seemed to know a lot of "stuff" about us and our biz. I never knew so much info could be spilled in so little time from someone you don't even know. Um, who WAS that lady? Whew, I needed to rest after THAT ride.

My ears and nose perked up when I came upon some guy, with grocery bags, waiting in the lobby for the el. Kinda got the impression he wasn't ALL that into the Diva. First hint, he tried to let the lobby door close on me and then when he realized that I WOULD be taking the trip upward on the el, right along side him, he bolted and left me sniffing my fur...um, Gaz and the Mool are pretty much fanatics about my grooming, so it couldn't have been THAT. Well, I have totally dismissed that whole scenario. Hey, he could have an aversion to Mool (she wasn't into some  usual dumb "project", so she wasn't so scary looking). or he could have feared an allergic reaction to her, or who knows and who CARES... MUST be more to his sitch than the Diva. WHATEVER.

No matter, we are just crazy about our elevator trips up and down. Oh, yeah, they are super fun, and just FILLED with intrigue,  but we figure at some point...word about the Diva blog won't be TOTALLY under the radar around here. Yup, we won't find anyone riding with us. But, for now, this crazy site is our little secret (right?) and we will continue to give you all the latest tidbits about our ELEVATOR ENCOUNTERS. We must.

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Let me tell you about a sweet, but confused little feline in Dallas. Seems this little furry-purry-nine-lives-kid is trying to figure out how to retract her claws.  Her BFF(best FELINE friend) just seems to observe with glee as she gets her paws 'n claws stuck in this and that 'round their den. Have it on good authority that her shenanigans and lack of paw-skills have been caught on film and we can't wait to view. Man, if only I had the power to manipulate my claws...what a wonderful world it would be.