PALM BEACH REINDEER, REMOTES AND FALLING STARS
Woof, Kids!
Mutts and pups The Diva-Dog had to huddle and hide the expressive eyes as Moolie has, officially, kicked it into high gear. Yeah, the holiday season. It could be the most fun, but it's mostly a drag, thus far, because The Mool doesn't seem to be all that excited when I attempt to assist with opening the boxes of decorations. Come ON...does it really hurt to chew, a little bit, on a few nutcracker guys and some lame Frosty The Snowman ornament? Man.
Kids, you can not swing a crumpled strand of garland without hitting a bunch of stuff that is BEGGING to be chewed to smithereens. I'm telling you, the office is filled with all sorts of shiny-glittery cheery looking holiday objects. Um, why can't a Cavi jump in the middle of all that? Just sayin'!
Before my time, the peeps hung out WAY up north on the map in a land called...Ohio. Evidently, they shed a ton of holiday trappings when they departed all things...Buckeye...and someone 'round here is now back in the groove of happily gathering replacement trappings. Which brings me to the latest in the game called...Lame City In The Condo. We now have three of those zany lighted reindeer...one has an animated head. Oh, brother! But, don't you hounds be given' us the side-eye for being lame...we know you've seen 'em...you prolly have 'em too or something equally lame. So, don't be pointing your paw and laughing at us. Well, go ahead and point and laugh at Moolie. She deserves it. Happens all the time!
Sigh. The Diva doesn't waste time dwelling on the negative. Not allowed to munch and crunch on glitter covered trappings? Fine. Moving on. Found something much more entertaining than watching the bobbing head of a fake deer...lightening fast fingers pressing colorful buttons on a remote control. It's the berries. Sitting in a cozy chair with a remote. Now, what does that thing do again? Gaz seems to be an expert with it, but it doesn't really seem to accomplish much. Maybe giving it a little chew would improve it's functionality. I know, I know...you can't blame a girl for tryin'!
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NASA does know how to properly work a remote as they sent the Atlantis blasting off to the Space Station on Monday afternoon. Even though we had some puffy clouds, we could see the amazing jet stream streaking across the sky. The Palm Beach Post had the live feed of all that action, which was super cool, but we wanted to catch it from our terrace...and we did. Fab.
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Meteor shower very late last night and early, early this morning. Awesome. I'm too fond of my beauty sleep...so...my expressive eyes did not try to gaze upon those falling star things. I'm also a curious hound, but not curious enough to get up and try to peek through heavy clouds for shiny trappings...nah, I just do that around the dumb condo!
Bark at me!!
Visit, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Mutts and pups The Diva-Dog had to huddle and hide the expressive eyes as Moolie has, officially, kicked it into high gear. Yeah, the holiday season. It could be the most fun, but it's mostly a drag, thus far, because The Mool doesn't seem to be all that excited when I attempt to assist with opening the boxes of decorations. Come ON...does it really hurt to chew, a little bit, on a few nutcracker guys and some lame Frosty The Snowman ornament? Man. Kids, you can not swing a crumpled strand of garland without hitting a bunch of stuff that is BEGGING to be chewed to smithereens. I'm telling you, the office is filled with all sorts of shiny-glittery cheery looking holiday objects. Um, why can't a Cavi jump in the middle of all that? Just sayin'!
Before my time, the peeps hung out WAY up north on the map in a land called...Ohio. Evidently, they shed a ton of holiday trappings when they departed all things...Buckeye...and someone 'round here is now back in the groove of happily gathering replacement trappings. Which brings me to the latest in the game called...Lame City In The Condo. We now have three of those zany lighted reindeer...one has an animated head. Oh, brother! But, don't you hounds be given' us the side-eye for being lame...we know you've seen 'em...you prolly have 'em too or something equally lame. So, don't be pointing your paw and laughing at us. Well, go ahead and point and laugh at Moolie. She deserves it. Happens all the time!
Sigh. The Diva doesn't waste time dwelling on the negative. Not allowed to munch and crunch on glitter covered trappings? Fine. Moving on. Found something much more entertaining than watching the bobbing head of a fake deer...lightening fast fingers pressing colorful buttons on a remote control. It's the berries. Sitting in a cozy chair with a remote. Now, what does that thing do again? Gaz seems to be an expert with it, but it doesn't really seem to accomplish much. Maybe giving it a little chew would improve it's functionality. I know, I know...you can't blame a girl for tryin'!##
NASA does know how to properly work a remote as they sent the Atlantis blasting off to the Space Station on Monday afternoon. Even though we had some puffy clouds, we could see the amazing jet stream streaking across the sky. The Palm Beach Post had the live feed of all that action, which was super cool, but we wanted to catch it from our terrace...and we did. Fab.
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Meteor shower very late last night and early, early this morning. Awesome. I'm too fond of my beauty sleep...so...my expressive eyes did not try to gaze upon those falling star things. I'm also a curious hound, but not curious enough to get up and try to peek through heavy clouds for shiny trappings...nah, I just do that around the dumb condo!
Bark at me!!
Visit, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Diva -- You know what Jerry Seinfeld says about men and remotes -- we don't care what's on TV; we just want to know what ELSE is on TV!
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Good Morning Diva.
Mommy is into all things holiday related but the rest of the clan are all grumpy and negative. That doesn't stop Mommy. Chewing a nutcracker would be loads of fun, as long as it doesn't crack a dainty paw or snooz.
We had the lighted reindeer but Mommy gave them to the kids next door, Maddie and Ethan. Those kids went berserk. I can't wait to see them in the yard next door.
Daddy has a hissy fit when Mommy gets hold of the remote. She does it just to get his goat (I didn't even know he had a goat). Of course, he watches whatever she wants anyway.
Space shuttles streaking across the sky must be a sight to behold. The only thing launched around here is me out the door after the furry-tails.
Have a great Tuesday. It's 42 degrees here in Arlington this morning. BR-R-R! Yikes!!!
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy
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