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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...

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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 ten 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 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.)

Friday, February 13, 2015

Mr. Arthur and The Sisters Alieve

This morning I awoke much stiffer than usual. I silently reviewed what I had for dinner last night. Not noticing anything other than caffeine that should effect Ol’ Mister Arthur, I wondered if I had drank too much of my favorite caramel-colored elixir. 

Dismayed, that I may have realized my DDP limit, I pain-stakingly made my way to Arthur’s nemesis:  The Sisters Alieve.  Since I had visited the Twins before retiring last night, it was too soon to renew our acquaintance this morning—a morning I desperately needed to visit the Twins.  However, my liver dictated I would have to limit my visit to the remaining third Sister. 
Walking across the room, I stumbled over Moggy, deep in cat-and-mouse play with the largest, most brilliant horse fly I’ve ever seen. I briefly wondered that our brief warm-spell had been enough time for this creature to grow so large and vivid. Aren’t they usually dormant during the winter months? Or maybe they migrate south like the Mexican Freetail Bats of Austin?  It was more than my mind could handle so early in the morning.  Oh, but the blue—the blue truly was a beautiful electric blue—not the iridescent blue flies frequently sport.  This blue was more like…oh, what is it?…it’s on the tip of my tongue…I know I’ve seen it just recently…my mind is such a fuddle in the morning hours I’m surprised I can think straight about anything…aha!…realization hit me—it was the electric blue color most resembling the gel-cap—

O! M! Gosh! The cat was playing with my Alieve from the night before. 

That was when I remembered:   I had taken two out of the bottle and then, looking at the remaining sip of the lemonade I had bought earlier in the day, and the half a swallow of the DDP I brought home from dinner, I had wondered which one I should finish off first. 
Relief washed over me as it finally dawned on me—I had never taken the alieve last night—so now I could take two! 

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