FOUR-AND-TWENTY PALM BEACH BLACK BIRDS
Woof, Kids!
This is the Diva-Dog trying to call all you mutts and pups on that cell phone and warn you that I'm a bad-ass. I mean, look at that face. Oh, yeah, I'm posing all scary and tough. The Broderick Crawford of hounds. Um, could you please tell me how do I dial this crazy thing?
So, are ya intimidated yet? Yeah, well. If you mutts know anything about Cavi's, and I think you do, you also know we are about as intimidating as tiny kittens or guppies. The real deal? Gaz snapped this shot and I had to make up some appropriate jazz to go with "the look". Although, when I chase birds, I am totally fierce. For real. Well, sorta fierce...in a Cavalier kind of sweet-fierce way.
You know how Beyonce likes to be all Sasha-Fierce (I know, the big whatever, but I needed an example, okay)? Well, I'm Regina-Fierce when I'm out in the wilds of The Palm Beaches getting my chase on. On-leash..chasing. Awesome.
Well, no matter how lame my bird chasing may be (and it is), I am suddenly intrigued by masses of really large birds circling the tippy-top of the Trump Plaza building here in WPB. I mean these fowl-things are flying lazy circles and then some...huge swarms, er, flocks of 'em. What the heck? They look like hawks...hm, that opinion from a non-aviary-having authority. Visiting from colder Northern climes, perhaps? Maybe, The Donald, hit town and they think his hair is available for nesting? I hate an unsolved mystery.
Makes the Diva just want to leap up and soar out there and join those flying feathers and get to the bootom, um, top...um, find out what they are up to, Kids, it is a long way down from the 17th floor, so I've had to reconsider making that leap. Suppose I will just have to stretch and flex my paws on a chaise lounge, have a dog-tini and watch as they swoop and soar. Honestly, I think the sofa is better for bird-spying. Wake me when you see some, m'kay?
So what if I can't soar high in the sky...there are other groovy compensations. For example, can a flying winged-warrior roll over and enjoy a fabulous tummy rub? Ever try rubbing the tummy of a ball-o-feathers? Things equal out...world order and all. Just sayin'!
Bark at me!!
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Diva, since you like to spend time at the bar I'm going to teach you how to make a martini. I think having you serve us drinks sure beats rolling over and fetch!
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Good Wednesday Morning Diva. I've been doing some thinking an the circlin' birds. Maybe the birds are Vultures. Maybe the Donald in on the roof and the Vultures are circlin' to see if he has gone belly-up. We know his hair has. Nothing could be that stiff, you know, rigorsomethingorother, and be alive.
Let me tell you from many years of being an adorable Boston, nothing, I repeat, nothing beats a tummy rub. I just fall at Mommy's feet, roll over, give her the 'puppy dog' eyes, and BINGO, it's tummy rub city. She is so easy. The only birds I chase are those ugly, noisy grackles. Get on my doggie nerves. We have sparrows (who doesn't), house wrens, white wing doves, mourning doves and an occasional hawk(who wants me for lunch). Mommy has rescued me twice from the mighty hawk, just as he swoops in for the kill. Talk about excitement...Mommy rushing up, grabbing the Bitster and shooing away the big bad bird and ooowing and aaawing this Boston. Whew, just thinking about it gives me goose bumps. I think I gotta quit talking about birds.
Now I need a dog-tini and a snuggle with Mommy.
Wet, rainy, windy, cool...Typical autumn day in Arlington, Texas.
Have a bird chasing (on leash, natch)day and happy tummy rubs.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya. Bitsy
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