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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 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.)

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Working Over Time in the Dream Factory

It was one of those nights...

In one of my dreams a cop knocked on my car window.  I was so sleepy I could barely open my eyes. When I managed it, I hallucinated people and things that weren't actually in the shadows.  I was two blocks from home, and had pulled over for a cat-nap after swerving out of control in an attempt to avoid a mongoose darting out of the dark bushes lining the fence running along-side the deserted road. The police officer wanted to take me in for vagrancy and violating the curfew. I explained I was just trying to be safe and waiting until I was rested enough to make the remainder of my drive home. He was unimpressed. Before he could respond I had awakened. (I watched a recoding of last weeks episode of Designated Survivor. I must have been thinking about their Michigan Police State Standoff.)

Luckily I fell right back to sleep.  Unfortunately my next dream had me car-dueling with a couple of teenaged hot-rodders (the driver had a cam walker boot on due to some pre-dream injury).  I forced the teens to watch a video on car safety (I think this dream was in response to the distracted driving video I posted just before going to bed). I tearfully told the boys I wanted them to be safe so they would be around and bugging the crap out of me for another 75 years--but they wouldn't last the year the way they were driving right now. Again, I awoke before I had dream-resolution (but in my heart I'm sure they listened to my wise words and began driving like responsible adults.  Yeah, I live in PollyAnna-ville.)

The third dream must have been a doozy because I woke up in a cold sweat, yelling for Bandit, Moggy, and Tweety Bird (maybe because I shared a post for a friend seeking forever homes for a bird and a kitten--I believe one or both are still available if anyone is interested). After I assured myself everyone was okay I allowed myself to drift back to slumber-land even thought it was after 4am. I skipped the gym. 

This morning, when I finally got up for good, I had a headache. 

I think my brain has been working over-time in the Dream Factory and is in desperate need of a vacation!  

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