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Welcome to the BOMB.

The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Monday, November 10, 2014

Ornery Cats and Spades Players

(I noticed a Friend of a Friend read and liked an old FaceBook post, so I decided to reprint it here. I may try to figure out how to link my FB and Blogger acounts. I thought it used to to it for me, but I haven't be able to link in quite some time.  Until I figure it out, I'm going to repost a few FB posts. This is from a May 12, 2014 FB post.)
I had a fun night playing spades with Sharon, Guyann, and Lou last night—even when the storm hit. We have a scaredy cat. Actually, there was a cat at spades.
"Jane," the visually impaired kitty.  She's also a naughty kitty. She nearly got spritzed with Sharon's water bottle for attempting to hop up on the table. She eventually found a comfy spot on Lou's handbag (Jane, not Sharon), after she accompanied me to the bathroom (again, Jane—not Sharon).
I thought it was just my pets that had an overwhelming urge to ensure my bathroom safety. Evidentially, I must give off the "I'm helpless and need protection" vibe, because ALL animals--whether mine or not, seem to be protective of me and feel compelled to keep me safe in the bathroom.
I even thought it was fun when Sharon attempted to correct me by spraying me with her water bottle.  Sharons corrective attempt was clearly an epic fail since she says I'm still ornery.
I guess I am ornery because I had an especially fun night.  Guyann was my spades partner and we  stomped Lou and Sharon—all night.
Well, almost all night.  Right up until the last hand, of the last game, when everyone played their last card.
Everyone except Lou that is—after she played her "last" card, she still had four in her hand...we're still kinda wondering how that happened. Maybe she picked up a trick and it was placed in her hand? We've made every known mistake, and a few unique to us.
It really didn't matter, I promptly declared, "Jane," the visually impaired kitty, the overall game winner!
Jane approved.

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