YAP, SNAP AND ONE FOR RIPLEY'S
Woof, Kids!
Woo-Hoo!!!!!
Yesterday, Monday, 'round the old condo building and things were snapping, crackling and popping.
Did ya hear that Kelly Ripa (minor-league, tv celeb) was in the house, er, town of WPB this past weekend? Prolly not as who cares, right? Whoop and yawn. Heard she breezed on into that Rocco's place and hung out with some of her celebukids. Well, we just hope she got better treatment there than we did. Ick. Wait, I get it now. Must be a celeb to get good service and un-rude treatment. Note to self...must yak it up about ALL my celebufriends, loudly, next time at Rocco's. Wait, we don't plan a next time at Rocco's.
Now, back to the day before today. Picture, the Diva-Dog is trippin' and skippin' down the hallways (listen, you gotta use a SPECIFIC elevator to get to the upstairs, "pet-friendly" patch-o-doggie-grass). Uh-huh.
Anyhoo, merrily I roll along (on-leash, natch) when, BAM, what do you suppose I spy up ahead? Two, yapping and snapping weenie pups. Moolie, ever on high-alert, made me sit and stay as she sized up the sitch. See, these hounds were waiting for one elevator and we had to by-pass 'em to reach our destination el.
Now, these kids were all leashed-up, nice and proper, but having a MAY-JAH...well, I'm just going to say it straight out...HISSY FIT!! Whew.
It was all cool though, their owner was just nicey-nice as could be and corraled his herd of hounds into the elevator with an apology and we all laughed and, whoosh, gone. These kids were super cute and, after all, dogs will be dogs, huh? No probLEM-o.
Our saga continued though as we rounded another corner and, BAM, a biggie-big dog started with the barking and sparking. This was a teeny bit different as this mutt, most-def, had the poundage on the this Cavi (yeah, I know, I know I could lose a few). Yap, yap, yap. Again, silence was golden and The Mool and I halted and gave this rudey-rude mutt space. All we wanted to do was get our fluffy selves on the lift and out the door, 'mkay? Mutts, I will admit that I quickly positioned myself in a secure area...directly between Moolie's ankles. I feel better having told you that.
For the sake of this tale, let's call this canine, Rover (NOT his real name, thank you, Ann Landers). Kids, here's the funniest part...remember the Diva held her bark all this time, secure in the space between the feet of The Mool...the Rover peeps had the, whatever, to inquire...if the DIVA was friendly. WTH? The Diva? Friendly? Um, who was barking here? NOT this Cavi. Please. Are you kidding with that question or just arrogant? Oh, they started asking each other WHY Rover had barked. SO unlike him, blah, blah, blah. Get it? We think we DO get it. Now, we could be totally mistaken, but we got the distinct impression that their 'tudes about all this was....that we were the ones provoking Rover to bark. The nerve of us...pure audacity to approach an elevator for a ride up. Yep, we're going with arrogance here. If we are wrong....sorry. Perception and all that jive.
Addendum to the tale...Rover ended up giving me a little nose sniff, so I'm pretty sure Cesar would say...this partik CANINE doesn't really have the problem.
In response to the ree-dik question as to the friendliness of this Diva-Dog, The Mool was sorely tempted to quip that, nah, this CKCS is one bad-ass, hell-raising, man-eating Cavi...hell on paws. She THOUGHT it and that was enough.
One for Ripley's, that's what I say.
Bark at me!
Woo-Hoo!!!!!
Yesterday, Monday, 'round the old condo building and things were snapping, crackling and popping.
Did ya hear that Kelly Ripa (minor-league, tv celeb) was in the house, er, town of WPB this past weekend? Prolly not as who cares, right? Whoop and yawn. Heard she breezed on into that Rocco's place and hung out with some of her celebukids. Well, we just hope she got better treatment there than we did. Ick. Wait, I get it now. Must be a celeb to get good service and un-rude treatment. Note to self...must yak it up about ALL my celebufriends, loudly, next time at Rocco's. Wait, we don't plan a next time at Rocco's.
Now, back to the day before today. Picture, the Diva-Dog is trippin' and skippin' down the hallways (listen, you gotta use a SPECIFIC elevator to get to the upstairs, "pet-friendly" patch-o-doggie-grass). Uh-huh.
Anyhoo, merrily I roll along (on-leash, natch) when, BAM, what do you suppose I spy up ahead? Two, yapping and snapping weenie pups. Moolie, ever on high-alert, made me sit and stay as she sized up the sitch. See, these hounds were waiting for one elevator and we had to by-pass 'em to reach our destination el.
Now, these kids were all leashed-up, nice and proper, but having a MAY-JAH...well, I'm just going to say it straight out...HISSY FIT!! Whew.
It was all cool though, their owner was just nicey-nice as could be and corraled his herd of hounds into the elevator with an apology and we all laughed and, whoosh, gone. These kids were super cute and, after all, dogs will be dogs, huh? No probLEM-o.
Our saga continued though as we rounded another corner and, BAM, a biggie-big dog started with the barking and sparking. This was a teeny bit different as this mutt, most-def, had the poundage on the this Cavi (yeah, I know, I know I could lose a few). Yap, yap, yap. Again, silence was golden and The Mool and I halted and gave this rudey-rude mutt space. All we wanted to do was get our fluffy selves on the lift and out the door, 'mkay? Mutts, I will admit that I quickly positioned myself in a secure area...directly between Moolie's ankles. I feel better having told you that.
For the sake of this tale, let's call this canine, Rover (NOT his real name, thank you, Ann Landers). Kids, here's the funniest part...remember the Diva held her bark all this time, secure in the space between the feet of The Mool...the Rover peeps had the, whatever, to inquire...if the DIVA was friendly. WTH? The Diva? Friendly? Um, who was barking here? NOT this Cavi. Please. Are you kidding with that question or just arrogant? Oh, they started asking each other WHY Rover had barked. SO unlike him, blah, blah, blah. Get it? We think we DO get it. Now, we could be totally mistaken, but we got the distinct impression that their 'tudes about all this was....that we were the ones provoking Rover to bark. The nerve of us...pure audacity to approach an elevator for a ride up. Yep, we're going with arrogance here. If we are wrong....sorry. Perception and all that jive.
Addendum to the tale...Rover ended up giving me a little nose sniff, so I'm pretty sure Cesar would say...this partik CANINE doesn't really have the problem.
In response to the ree-dik question as to the friendliness of this Diva-Dog, The Mool was sorely tempted to quip that, nah, this CKCS is one bad-ass, hell-raising, man-eating Cavi...hell on paws. She THOUGHT it and that was enough.
One for Ripley's, that's what I say.
Bark at me!
Good Morning, Diva.
Why is it that people always want to blame everyone but themselves when their mutts act up? As Moolies and Mommies Mommy always told them, "There is no call for rudeness, no matter what the situation." Mommy lives by that rule until the sitch calls for it, then watch out. Why would any one think an adorable Cavi, like you, would or even think about instigating a riot? Dummies, I say, just plain dummies.
Mommy doles out yummy treats like Moolie, a little at a time. She gave me a piece of b-day cake after I had my breakfee. It was delish, again (or should I say,still). Mommy has finally got Daddy trained to give treats in small bits and pieces. But much to my delight, sometimes he gives me the whole treat.
I tell you what, Diva, you and Moolie just keep on being suave and cool. Let the rude peeps keep on being rude. We will see who comes out on the top. (Side whisper) It won't be the rudies, I can guarantee that. You, Moolie and Gaz are the best and the rudies can't touch your coat tails.
High paws and tail wags to you all.
Your Texas cuz, Bitsy
P.S.We heart y'all too. (What does P.S. mean anyway???)
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Listen Bitsy, arrogance is rampant. I have been hoping that in this tough economic environment we could all just support each other through random acts of kindness and such.. I guess, not so much.
Still, happily, there are more really great mutts and pups around than the other.
On to more important things...got a new toy today and more round dingos. It's good.
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