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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.)

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

I Scared a Small Child Tonight.

I scared a small child tonight. It was not my intention, but it happened nonetheless.

I was leaving a store in a strip mall and a young girl, about two years old, gave me a dazzling smile, waved enthusiastically, and hollered a hearty "Hello!" as she approached me.

I'm used to total strangers talking to me--all my life people have stopped me and asked for directions, or my advice on everything from the best place to eat (of which I am an expert), to the perfect greeting card for a teenager (for which I am clueless). While I am obviously approachable, I have also been informed I can be quite intimidating--especially when I am focused on a task.  I have a tunnel vision. A dogged determination. I am in a world unto myself. However, since Bandit came into my life, most of my interactions with strangers revolves around my educating people to the Chinese Crested breed, both the Hairless and the Powderpuff varieties. I have even been known to talk about the unofficial designation of the "Hairy Hairless."

Tonight I was thrilled to be acknowledged although I was Bandit-less.  I had a small Sally Field moment in which I thought, "she likes me!  She really, really likes me!"

I was so thrilled when the two year old said hello so earnestly, I followed suit.

Perhaps I over-did my, "Well hello! How are you?" response,  because she shrunk against her Mothers leg and the smile vanished from her face. Luckily her Mother and Father were aware their Little Darlin' had initiated our conversation, and did not view me as a threat or pervert out to harm their child. The Mother proceeded to school the child in an appropriate response.

Tonight, the girl chose unto raise her hand and claim "Blessed."

I returned the hand raised claim, and the two year old and I once again bonded with a couple of brilliant smiles. She was scared of me no longer.

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