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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.)

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Mini Zoo

'Tis the season of puppies and migrating sweaters--they all end up at work.  My sweaters. Not puppies. 

A friend posted about the uptake in puppy posts iwas her feed and how difficult it is for her to resist adding another puppy to her home. 

The following post is my response on her FB page. 

True story: 
One of my Veterans said he and his wife have mini doxys. I, of course, told him about my BFFs mini doxy,  named Mini, and asked about theirs. 

He said, "Weeeell," with a sly grin,  (I love stories that start out with a good southern drawl, and twinkling blue eyes 😉) "we started out with a brown and black shorthair female from  Dallas. Then we decided to raise minis so we went to Houston for a black longhair boy. We decided to get his half sister as well." 

I'm oooing and awwing all over the thought of 3 minis.  And commenting on the fact that doxies are notorious for being headstrong. 

He continues to tell me the boy tried to "get with" the halfsister, but didn't seem to know what he was supposed to do. 

I'm thinking to myself that might not be a bad thing since the blood lines might be too close. Or he might just be too immature for mating at that time. 

Not to worry.  

When the boy "got with" the Dallas shorthair she gave them 7 puppies. 

I go back to ooing and awwing, and wondering how quickly they sold their litter. Most are spoken for right away, or even orders placed prior to birth.

He said, "We fell in love with those puppies, and couldn't sell them."  I'm wondering how long that's going to last...

He then described the various colorations and hair lengths.  One of which wa a piebald (tri color).

I said something about puppies and he said...

"Oh, they aren't puppies anymore.  That was 9 years ago."  That's when the sly grin broke out onto a full fledged smile and the blue twinklers started dancing. 

Ten. 

For 9 years. 

And I thought I have a Zoo!
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