MINNESOTA MURPH, PALM BEACH FERRARI, COLUMBUS, OHIO
Woof, Kids!
Look at The Murph being toy competitive. Not really, he is just a Golden Retriever Lamb. You heard me. Lamb, as in sweet as a...!
Such a sweet snap, of that crazy kid, Murphy, and the new toy, that his Dad bought him. Yep, the Diva-Dog believes his Mom has some making up to do, so she had better hop to it, quick-a-de-quick. Looks like things are going pree-tay well up there Minnesota...land of lakes, a fab shopping mall and the world's largest cupcake (look that one up for yourself).
The Diva-Dog must admit to being just a teeny-weeny bit bummed with this snap. Oh, The Murph is a most handsome hot-dawg and looks super, super (that's two) happy...it's just that I thought I was the only mutt who knew how to do that expressive happy, back-flip, floor wiggle. Well, never mind...I'm happy that he's so happy. Besides, he needs a little extra sumpin'-sumpin', he misses his Mommy (even if she is a little lax here and there with all things toys).
Hm, I do sort of wonder if The Murph and his 'rents know the origin of that par-tik mean, green, marvel The Murph is munching? Prolly not so much. My cheap-ass junk in that white crinkly bag? But, of course, the Detective-Diva sniffed out the originating locale of those two dollar delights grabbed at Walgreen's. Columbus, Ohio. That's right you mutts, when my divine dog jaws, clamped around that furry squirrel, lamb, duck and bone...Buckeye made.
Imagine, created in the same city where Gaz and Moolie own that marvelous and historic home they are always yapping about. Yeah, yeah, it sounds great...built in 1905, charming, original wooden floors...blah, blah, blah. To hear about their 4th Avenue domicile in the Victorian Village area, totally bums me out. More than Murphy doing his back sided happy dance. My dog smile turns into a frown and I feel so left out to imagine Gaz and Moolie livin' a life of snow, shopping at Easton and dining at Handke's all the way up there in o-HI-o, without the Diva in their lives. Perhaps I will simply snap on my leash and just head on up there and check out that lovely old home for myself, and while there, grab a few more Ohio made toys. Heck, maybe I could get 'em for a dollar, if I went directly to the maker. Could work.
Speaking of happy, Gaz and The Mool had me out prancing and glancing on the sunny Dixie Highway sidewalk last evening and lo-and-behold...gliding to a purring skid of a stop was the most jazzy and sassy, red, Ferrari. Oh, yeah! Too wonderful for words. Metal rolling on rubber never looked so fab. As if the mere sight of this glam jalopy wasn't enough for our eyes to behold...our ears got a feast of lovliness. Yeah, Ferrari jockey, yells out..."beautiful dog"..."have two myself and they are great dogs"..."the best"...Gaz and Moolie yelled back (which is so classy) agreement. The Diva-Dog? I simply fluffed my stuff and thought "who me?"...
Bark at me!
Look at The Murph being toy competitive. Not really, he is just a Golden Retriever Lamb. You heard me. Lamb, as in sweet as a...!
Such a sweet snap, of that crazy kid, Murphy, and the new toy, that his Dad bought him. Yep, the Diva-Dog believes his Mom has some making up to do, so she had better hop to it, quick-a-de-quick. Looks like things are going pree-tay well up there Minnesota...land of lakes, a fab shopping mall and the world's largest cupcake (look that one up for yourself).The Diva-Dog must admit to being just a teeny-weeny bit bummed with this snap. Oh, The Murph is a most handsome hot-dawg and looks super, super (that's two) happy...it's just that I thought I was the only mutt who knew how to do that expressive happy, back-flip, floor wiggle. Well, never mind...I'm happy that he's so happy. Besides, he needs a little extra sumpin'-sumpin', he misses his Mommy (even if she is a little lax here and there with all things toys).
Hm, I do sort of wonder if The Murph and his 'rents know the origin of that par-tik mean, green, marvel The Murph is munching? Prolly not so much. My cheap-ass junk in that white crinkly bag? But, of course, the Detective-Diva sniffed out the originating locale of those two dollar delights grabbed at Walgreen's. Columbus, Ohio. That's right you mutts, when my divine dog jaws, clamped around that furry squirrel, lamb, duck and bone...Buckeye made.
Imagine, created in the same city where Gaz and Moolie own that marvelous and historic home they are always yapping about. Yeah, yeah, it sounds great...built in 1905, charming, original wooden floors...blah, blah, blah. To hear about their 4th Avenue domicile in the Victorian Village area, totally bums me out. More than Murphy doing his back sided happy dance. My dog smile turns into a frown and I feel so left out to imagine Gaz and Moolie livin' a life of snow, shopping at Easton and dining at Handke's all the way up there in o-HI-o, without the Diva in their lives. Perhaps I will simply snap on my leash and just head on up there and check out that lovely old home for myself, and while there, grab a few more Ohio made toys. Heck, maybe I could get 'em for a dollar, if I went directly to the maker. Could work.
Speaking of happy, Gaz and The Mool had me out prancing and glancing on the sunny Dixie Highway sidewalk last evening and lo-and-behold...gliding to a purring skid of a stop was the most jazzy and sassy, red, Ferrari. Oh, yeah! Too wonderful for words. Metal rolling on rubber never looked so fab. As if the mere sight of this glam jalopy wasn't enough for our eyes to behold...our ears got a feast of lovliness. Yeah, Ferrari jockey, yells out..."beautiful dog"..."have two myself and they are great dogs"..."the best"...Gaz and Moolie yelled back (which is so classy) agreement. The Diva-Dog? I simply fluffed my stuff and thought "who me?"...
Bark at me!
Hey Diva. Mommy has been out of town for a coupla days. So, I'm playing catch-up.
Of course, you look adorable, playing with all you new cash. Naturally, the Murph does. I also do the "happy dance". Especially when I am being ignored ( which isn't very often). Not only will someone play with you but you get all those cutesy words like, 'Oh my goodness, look at that cute girl',etc. etc. etc. It also works to get attention to go outside. Or anytime you just want to be adorable. Of course, I don't have the long, feathery tail like you and Murphy (the hunk).
We also get the 'We used to have a Boston Terrier like that' (let me put in here, no hound is like anyother hound except in looks..well, maybe not even looks). But it is nice to know people notice you and actually know what you are. A man the other day thought I was a Screw-tailed Bulldog. My tail doesn't screw. Granted it isn't much of a tail, but it's my tail.
Happy Friday, Diva. Enjoy your weekend.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy
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