HONEY BEE, BUT NOT SO SWEET
Gaz, You Can't Have My Honey Bee
Woof, kids!
Just had my lovely dinner and now it's time to talk to you hounds.
Some days it's all about food 'round this place. Food Network, shopping for food, cooking and dining. Sauce pans and sauce ingredients fly everywhere. Good for me as I hang out, under foot, and hope for tidbits.
However, I sometimes like to get in on the action and go beyond my normal canine cuisine. Why should I leave my menu selection totally up to Moolie? Why should she have all the fun? Variety...spice of life...I heard that once. Besides, it's pretty cool to search around for exotic fare...what one could call...food of the neighborhood. Mystery food.
Now, sometimes this hunting for food thing works out just fine 'n dandy, but it can be risky. Risky and not necessarily all that tasty. The Diva likes to be edgy. Edgy and, well, I'm going to admit...gluttonous. Another thing I heard once...gluttony leads to unpleasantness. Is that a fact?
Yep, it is. Take the early morning when I decided to have honey bee for breakfast. There it was right in front of me and, mutts, it looked mighty yummy. Gaz and Moolie tried to stop me, but I was too swift and crafty for them. Chomping down on that TINY thing WAS quite a thrill and it had a very distinct flavor. Hm, chicken. The real thrill? It deposited a lovely stinger directly into my tongue. Mutts, I will admit that was one thrill I am unable to recommend.
Oh, and then there was this...after I scarfed it down, I started to feel strange and pretty unhappy and we made an immediate emergency trip to my doggie-doc. Several shots and pills later and I was good again and looking for more mystery food. I did decide that Moolie was, possibly, the best judge of my diet...oh, I hate saying that. But, I still sniff and search and I think you kids should keep on hunting and doing your thing out there on the street, but do take it from the Diva Dog...having a stinger removed from you tongue, is not the way to spend a bright and sunny morning. HUNT ON!!
Oh, and then there was this...after I scarfed it down, I started to feel strange and pretty unhappy and we made an immediate emergency trip to my doggie-doc. Several shots and pills later and I was good again and looking for more mystery food. I did decide that Moolie was, possibly, the best judge of my diet...oh, I hate saying that. But, I still sniff and search and I think you kids should keep on hunting and doing your thing out there on the street, but do take it from the Diva Dog...having a stinger removed from you tongue, is not the way to spend a bright and sunny morning. HUNT ON!!
Poor Reggie! You are quite lucky to have such a good Mom to take you to the vet! Hope the tongue is all better! Maybe you can just stick to treats in future.
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Man, you need to tell Cal, Dixie and Duke to NOT try bees for breakfast. They are so tempting and they do taunt you, zipping and zooming all around you. Yeah, I'm thinking treats are good, but after my visit to the doggie-doc today, I gotta cut on back. Oh, another word on Doc G and the bee stinger...she was really awesome when she removed that pesky thing. I love her!!!
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Hey, Diva, It's Bitsy from Texas. Actually I'm your cousin (or you're my cousin, whichever). My mommy and I almost caught a furry-tailed critter(that's what she calls squirells)this morning. But he escaped the vise of the Boston Terrier grip this time. My mommy likes to help with the chase but she is slowing down a bit. Your costume was great. All I had to wear was a kerchef and spiders on my head. Oh well, she was happy so that makes me happy..yeah,right!!! Have a good week and be kind to your peeps, they love you very much, I know for a fact because mommy told me so...the Bitster
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Bitster, you sure have a brave Mommy. Um, I do NOT. Definitely. Nope, mine shoos things away from me and pulls my leash to make me go the other way. The squirrels taunt me after that embarrassing type display. Yep, they sit in the tippy-top of the trees 'round here and make that little sound. You know the one, right? Sounds like chattering or clicking or something. So, give your Mommy an extra sweet nuzzle for being "good vicky hunting".....high paw to ya!!!
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Hi again from the Bitster. Mommy showed me your pix. I see you are a wee tyke but your pals are monster guys. So are mine except the are giant guys. Call and Gus are black labs. Call weighs in at 159# and Gus at 115#. These guys are huge but sweet. They out weigh my Nana, who only weighs 112#. These boys, as my Dad calls 'em, live across the street and we talk (they talk loudly) everyday. Their peeps are always bring me a cookie (puppy dog kind not peep kind) every time they come to visit. Carla and Tom are my peeps best friends. I don't get to play with the boys because their feet are bigger than me. But my mommy says they are sweeties. How can that be when they are as big as my dad? Well,mommies love everybody, even giant boys. Mommy and Uncle Tom caught a 'possum the other day. Mommy caught in in a storage tub when Unc knocked it out of the tree. Unc took it to the park and turned it loose. There was a man walking his two giant labs (not Call and Gus). When they saw the 'possum,they took off after it draging their peep behind like he was water skiing. Boy, what a riot. That's it from Texas for now. Bister
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