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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...

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.)

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Forgotten Story

I have a friend that keeps me in stitches. She's not a plastic surgeon or a seamstress. She just finds herself in downright hilarious situations. All the time.  In fact, just about every time we get together she regales me with one of her self-depreciating stories about deer middle schoolers, drive-through banking bungles, or her infamous Home Depot Date--she didn't pick someone up at the Home Depot--her date TOOK her there! On purpose. I'm telling you, when she tells her latest tale of woe, I weep

Last night was such a time. As we talked and laughed by telephone, I howled with laughter and squirmed in my seat in an attempt to avoid wetting myself.

At one point she said to me, "Please don't tell anyone about this."

Silly girl.

And then realizing to whom she was speaking she amended her plea to, "When you write about this, please don't use my real name."

Now that I have her permission to write about the incident--I'm punch drunk with fatigue--and I have totally forgotten the story!

So, to my anonymous comedic friend (whose initials start with--no, I promised I would not identify you, so I won't), please PM me a few key phrases so I can recall your story.

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