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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.)

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Doggie Bag Tired

Man-oh-man, what a week this has been! 

The whole week has been physically and emotionally draining. I've had to use my "mommy voice"  with, and think for,  far too many folks.  It's nice knowing I'm needed, but I'm ready to be less needed. 

My Supervisor said she thinks I need a bulldozer. 😮 

My response was, "Some might say I 'rollator' over everyone already." 😉

Yesterday, when I finally arrived home after work, I was so physically tired and emotionally drained I didn't even want to consider cooking.  The mere thought of making a sandwich was overwhelming.  

I finally decided my dinner would be a bottle of water and a small apple. 

I couldn't even polish off the apple.  

I ended up sharing it with TheGirls, then going to bed early. As I fed TheGirls small chunks of skinless apple, Moggy sat next to me and kneaded my leg. With his claws extended. 

He didn't want any of the apple--he just wanted my undivided attention 

Talk about a needy cat! 

Of course, after just a few hours sleep I woke  up hungry, so I trudged in to the kitchen in search of a quick, but filling, snack. 

When I opened the fridge I spied my Sunday lunch leftovers: 4oz steak (medium rare), half a sweet potato (fully loaded), and half the bread loaf.  I don't like soggy salads so I always finish them at the restaurant--one of the reasons my doggie bags are at least half of the main course. 

Back to the fridge:  I ate half of the half leftovers standing up.  

At the open fridge.  

Straight from the take away box. 

No nuking. No utensils. 

Tonight I'm less tired. But not by much. 

So, I finished the steak off. 

I did not nuke it. 

I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether or not I used utensils.  😉
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