CAKES AND PIGS
Woof, Kids!
You kids ever have some little delight called, Tasty-Kake? Moolie, never the most patience person, is tired of waiting to zip down to Miami to nibble some of those Buttercream cupcake delights, and too busy to make her own (insert smile here), so it was time to trot on over and hit up the Publix store on The Island (listen, they don't carry Hostess, so it's TK's all the way...which are better anyway). Love a cake of sugar, don't ya know.
Now, you mutts and pups, the Diva-Dog does have my tail in a teeny bit of a fluff, as I was under the impression Gaz and I were hanging at on our main balcony looking for random loose tidbits of Tasty-Kakes-or crumbs of any kind to nibble. Meaning, just the Diva on the nibbling crumbs part...not Gaz...I don't think. Hm.
Evidently, nothing is sacred as The Mool hid out on the master bedroom balcony, used a zoom lens and snapped the action. The deal is...Gaz is a super soft touch. Teddy Bear kinda thing and the Diva has him wrapped around all four paws. The Mool? She's like wrapped around 2 1/2...3 tops. She sorta has my number with the pitiful face and expressive eyes. Can't go too far on all that jazz with her. Not too far, just a little bit. Think it may because she uses the same tactics. Not sure. Pretty sure.
Moolie aside, I like to kick it in gear, work my charming charms and get Gaz to give me extra treats and stuff. It's easy. Works, well, like a charm.
However, I didn't realize there is a spy in the house...I will now be forced to refer to Moolie as Snoopy Suspicious Spy or Snoopy-Snoop Sleuth (wait, these names make me want to write a song).
Next time I herd Gaz onto a balcony in search of snacks? I'll be watching for her and her zoomy-zoom camera. Oh, yeah. Don't mess with the Diva-Dog.
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Did you hear that zany casino ship, based at Port of West Palm, needs some fixin' up? Millions and millions worth. We wanna check it out, but if they want us to shuffle on board, they'd better get on that crap. Quick-a-de-Quick! Just sayin'.
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How 'bout the story on the recent pet trend? It's back to the tiny, super tiny, mega little...piggies-piglets. What's the deal? This isn't new. Some of our closest and dearest had a Potbellied one years ago. YEARS. Years and years ago. Remember those? No? Let me remind you then...George Clooney had one. NOW it's coming back to ya, huh?
One, PBP (potbellied pig, you hounds) tiny wrinkle, or not so tiny wrinkle, come to think of it. Seems the one our friends lived the super fab life and grew, a lot. She was big and beautiful...Plus Size, if you will. Lived long and happy, and it was super sad when Moonpie left my friends. Very. You know, I'm pretty sure they didn't spy on that sweet pig when she was trolling for tidbits either!!
Point is...this pig-as-pet trend, isn't new, but whatever. It will never be as raging as Dawgs-as-Pets. The Diva-Dog even made a list of the reasons why, PIGS CAN'T OUT-SNORT DOGS...well, maybe that's an ill-conceived title, but you know what I'm sayin'...
1. You can't put them under the seat on an airplane (can you?).
2. They can't bark to go outside (rooting sounds don't count).
3. You can't carry them in a designer bag (well, you SHOULDN'T).
4. They can't do the roll-on-the-back, "happy dog dance" (happy pig maybe).
5. They can't retrieve a ball (I don't think).
6. They can't balance themselves on the console of car (never seen it).
7. They can't howl at the moon and bark at the sun (again, rooting..)
8. They can't leap in the air and jump for joy when they're happy (ever seen a pig leap?).
9. They can't lie in front of a fireplace while you read and smoke a pipe (well, they probably don't WANT to be anywhere near a fire in a fireplace or otherwise, and we don't smoke a pipe or anything else, so...never mind)
10. They can't find their way home when they get lost (not definite on this one)
So, there you go...our list. It's non-scientific, so feel free to challenge.
Okay, we're not jealous of pigs becoming popular pets again. Nah, we're happy if you're happy...no matter the pet. Well, we're not overly fond of rats, alligators or snakes...but that's another blog.
Bark at me!!
Stay With...The Bainbridges of The Palm Bridges, http://www.gazmooliegallery.com/
You kids ever have some little delight called, Tasty-Kake? Moolie, never the most patience person, is tired of waiting to zip down to Miami to nibble some of those Buttercream cupcake delights, and too busy to make her own (insert smile here), so it was time to trot on over and hit up the Publix store on The Island (listen, they don't carry Hostess, so it's TK's all the way...which are better anyway). Love a cake of sugar, don't ya know.
Now, you mutts and pups, the Diva-Dog does have my tail in a teeny bit of a fluff, as I was under the impression Gaz and I were hanging at on our main balcony looking for random loose tidbits of Tasty-Kakes-or crumbs of any kind to nibble. Meaning, just the Diva on the nibbling crumbs part...not Gaz...I don't think. Hm.
Evidently, nothing is sacred as The Mool hid out on the master bedroom balcony, used a zoom lens and snapped the action. The deal is...Gaz is a super soft touch. Teddy Bear kinda thing and the Diva has him wrapped around all four paws. The Mool? She's like wrapped around 2 1/2...3 tops. She sorta has my number with the pitiful face and expressive eyes. Can't go too far on all that jazz with her. Not too far, just a little bit. Think it may because she uses the same tactics. Not sure. Pretty sure.
Moolie aside, I like to kick it in gear, work my charming charms and get Gaz to give me extra treats and stuff. It's easy. Works, well, like a charm.
However, I didn't realize there is a spy in the house...I will now be forced to refer to Moolie as Snoopy Suspicious Spy or Snoopy-Snoop Sleuth (wait, these names make me want to write a song).
Next time I herd Gaz onto a balcony in search of snacks? I'll be watching for her and her zoomy-zoom camera. Oh, yeah. Don't mess with the Diva-Dog.
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Did you hear that zany casino ship, based at Port of West Palm, needs some fixin' up? Millions and millions worth. We wanna check it out, but if they want us to shuffle on board, they'd better get on that crap. Quick-a-de-Quick! Just sayin'.
##
How 'bout the story on the recent pet trend? It's back to the tiny, super tiny, mega little...piggies-piglets. What's the deal? This isn't new. Some of our closest and dearest had a Potbellied one years ago. YEARS. Years and years ago. Remember those? No? Let me remind you then...George Clooney had one. NOW it's coming back to ya, huh?
One, PBP (potbellied pig, you hounds) tiny wrinkle, or not so tiny wrinkle, come to think of it. Seems the one our friends lived the super fab life and grew, a lot. She was big and beautiful...Plus Size, if you will. Lived long and happy, and it was super sad when Moonpie left my friends. Very. You know, I'm pretty sure they didn't spy on that sweet pig when she was trolling for tidbits either!!
Point is...this pig-as-pet trend, isn't new, but whatever. It will never be as raging as Dawgs-as-Pets. The Diva-Dog even made a list of the reasons why, PIGS CAN'T OUT-SNORT DOGS...well, maybe that's an ill-conceived title, but you know what I'm sayin'...
1. You can't put them under the seat on an airplane (can you?).
2. They can't bark to go outside (rooting sounds don't count).
3. You can't carry them in a designer bag (well, you SHOULDN'T).
4. They can't do the roll-on-the-back, "happy dog dance" (happy pig maybe).
5. They can't retrieve a ball (I don't think).
6. They can't balance themselves on the console of car (never seen it).
7. They can't howl at the moon and bark at the sun (again, rooting..)
8. They can't leap in the air and jump for joy when they're happy (ever seen a pig leap?).
9. They can't lie in front of a fireplace while you read and smoke a pipe (well, they probably don't WANT to be anywhere near a fire in a fireplace or otherwise, and we don't smoke a pipe or anything else, so...never mind)
10. They can't find their way home when they get lost (not definite on this one)
So, there you go...our list. It's non-scientific, so feel free to challenge.
Okay, we're not jealous of pigs becoming popular pets again. Nah, we're happy if you're happy...no matter the pet. Well, we're not overly fond of rats, alligators or snakes...but that's another blog.
Bark at me!!
Stay With...The Bainbridges of The Palm Bridges, http://www.gazmooliegallery.com/
I hope the Diva Dog didn't give you gentle readers the wrong impression. Truth is, I'm tough as nails. A real drill sergeant when it comes to regulating treats for the Diva. My rule is no more than one treat every 30 minutes! No more, no less.
BTW, about this pig thing ... OINK AT ME just doesn't have the same ring.
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Good Morning Diva. A PBP for a pet??? How do teach one to 'sit pretty' like I do for a tidbit? I don't know. I like you list of reasons and Gaz's 'OINK AT ME' just sounds wrong. They can't high paws or fluff of the tail, either. But whatever makes humans happy, just tickles me to my nubbin'.
Moolie is a Super Spy and DOES need watching. Sniffin' for crumbs is loads of fun. I do it after every meal. You never know when some tasty morsel will find its way to the floor.
Hot, humid, and generally yucky day here in Arlington. I can't search for furry tails because the windows are all fogged up.
Have a terrific Thursday.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya. Bitsy
P.S. Back to the PBP, Mommy says I snort like a piglet because of my short snout. Should I feel insulted?
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