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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 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, July 8, 2020

The Dragonfly

I've been saying my Dragonfly is fearless. Or curious. Or both. 

He buzzes me in the back yard. He greets me in the front yard. He poses for me long minutes at a time as I fumble with cameras and phones until I get one of them to allow me to take really close photos of him. 

Even after I disturb him enough to buzz away, he returns within a minute or two.

As a result I've claimed he's fearless, or at least curious.

Well, here's a photo to prove it.
 
Sort of.

If you don't look too closely. 

It almost looks like the Dragonfly is resting on the end of my pointer finger. In reality, he's sitting on one of the stalks of my smaller red yucca.  My finger is actually touching the underside of the stalk, not the Dragonfly.  But it does make for an interesting photo.

When I tired to get the Dragonfly to step onto my finger, he flew away--but he returned to the stalk before I had taken the 10 steps  to my SUV driverside door.

Fearless? Curious? Pure dumb luck? Coincidence? Something else? 

I'll leave it to you to decide.

But I'm considering names that imply courage and curiosity.
 
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