BOATS, SMOKES AND A ZEN DOG
Trump Tower, left, and the West Palm Beach Boat Show, right.
Woof, Kids!
Man, I wasn't even aware how fortunate I have been all this time...hangin' with Gaz and Moolie. Had no idea those two were all into Zenning me. For that matter, I had NO idea there was some crazy Zen kit for dogs available for purchase. Seriously. No, really.
See, my peeps are pretty groovy 'bout giving me, what they call, a doggie massage. Basically, it's just rubbing my back, tummy, legs and paws. It is awesome though and the Diva-Dog goes all limp, dreamy and relaxed.
Well, now I get the word that you can buy a "kit" for zenning your mutt. Not kidding. I promise, if you go to Barnes & Noble and look, you will find a box containing a doo-dad that looks exactly like my Zoom Groom (gift from my Tampa dawg, Selleck) and two discs (relaxing gab and music of some sort, evidently). Now, I can't say for certain, precisely what kind of dog-zen-de-dah you get on those discs, you understand, as Gaz and Moolie were too cheap to cough up the coins for anything Zennish. It's not that they don't like to create a Zen-like state, just don't want to pay cold cash to obtain it.
However, if you hounds want to achieve that total Zen-likeness...do not wait...get this thing NOW. Of course, if you want to save a few bucks, and who doesn't right now, just sidle up to your peeps, nuzzle their hand and see if you can't get them to put on some mutt-soothing-music and pet you like a fiend. Same thing, just cheaper. Well, as far as I know.
Naturally, we do like being all calm and cool 'round here, but, we hate smoke, of any kind. Cigars, cigarettes, the stuff is majorly nasty and just gets in our eyes and nose and brings out the beast in us. So, when we hit up the doggie-rest-stop area atop the building last night, we were frowning as some nit-wit guys were getting their cigar-smoke on. Huffing and puffing and being all cool, er, hot. Uh-huh. Real cool cats. Lame and un-chic.
Sorry all you smokers, but even outdoors the smoke is disgusting and gets in our eyes and makes us cry. Man, I could even smell it in my glossy coat. Yuk. Just hope this is a Sunday evening ritual for these puffers and does not become a regular occurrence. Ugh and ick. It ain't cool.
As that cigar smoke brought out the beast in our little trio, the amazing West Palm Beach Boat Show, most-def, brought out the beauty. Some of you guys will remember when we ambled on OV-AH to check out all things yachts at the Tampa Yacht Show. We were looky-loos then, as now. Nothing has changed on that front, so don't expect to see this Cavi sunning and funning on one of those glamorous boats you see above. Um, wonder how my Blenheim-self would look all sassy and classy on something along the inflatable lines? With oars, of course. Hm.
Bark at me!
Hey Diva Reggie. It's the zen-mutt Bitsy. Mommy and Daddy always give me bod rubs. Not just a tummy rub but the full body. Mommy read somewhere that a massage a day helps keep dogs bodies in shape, as well as being healthy.
Has the smoke cleared yet? It never clears at my house with 3 peeps puffin' like freight trains. Believe me, I do sympathize with you and your peeps.
Today is the beasty boys birthday. You remember them, Call and Gus from across the street? They are 6 years old today. So, in celebration, Mommy baked me a Canine Cake that is to die for. Well, maybe not die but it was the most delish thing I ever wrapped a lip around. The only thing is the icing sticks to the roof of my mouth. I look like I have peanut butter stuck up there. A lot of licking going on and Mommy laughing so hard she had to go sit down and wipe her eyes. I can't wait to see what next year has in store.
High paws and tail wags to you.
Good luck with those rotten puffers.
Your pal, Bitsy
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Bitsy, you are sumpin' else, you crazy hound, you. Let me get this straight...the boys have a b-day and YOU get a cake? Hm. I say, work that situation and keep it going!!
When we lived in Tampa, there was a coolie-cool place called, Downtown Dog, and they had the best doggie cupcakes. Problem was that they were kind of big and Moolie would only give me bits and pieces at a time. Well, one fine day when our best girl, Gretch, was hangin' out with us in T-Town, she and Moolie went out shopping and hit up, DTD and came back with the most yummy looking cupcake in the world.
Guess what? Moolie and Gretch left again and Gaz gave me the WHOLE THING...AT ONE TIME. Man, it was awesome. Later, Moolie had a mini-flip-out when she saw only crumbs on the bar. She and Gretchen laughed though, a lot. I didn't think it was so funny, when I realized that the cupcake was completely gone and I had no more. Maybe Moolie had the right idea after all...dole the treats to make them last longer.
Bits, you continue to be a rockin' and rowdy hound and I am sending barks and howls to ya.
Give all those crazy puffers at your doghouse a big hug and tell 'em we heart them!!
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