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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.)

Saturday, November 6, 2021

The Plan Almost Became Reality.

The Plan:
Clean out the backseat of the SUV.
Drop TheGirls off for grooming.
Run a few errands:
      Breakfast.
      Run the SUV through the Car Wash.
      Bank run. 
Go home and change into game day clothes. 
Pick up TheFreshlyGroomedGirls.
Drop TheGirls off at the house. 
Arrive at The Game around Half Time. 

The Reality:
Clean out the backseat of the SUV.
Drop TheGirls off for grooming.
Run a few errands:
      Breakfast.
      Run the SUV through the Car Wash.
      Bank run. 
Go home and change into game day clothes. 

Doing good so far. 

Pick up TheFreshlyGroomedGirls.

Oops.  Jinxed myself.  

ThevGroomer took a little longer than anticipated. Third quarter came and went, and TheGirls were not ready. In the Groomers defense,  when I let TheGirls outside this  morning they played in the dewy sand.  

Translation: TheGirls were a hot, muddy, mess and they resembled unkempt mutts. 

The Groomer was a miracle worker and my hot mutt messes now look like the retired AKC Champion Chinese Cresteds that they are. 

This miracle deserved photographic documentation. So off to Linda's house we went for a puptacular glamor shoot. Linda is my friend who is always up for a photo shoot. We has a slight delay as we hit post-gane traffic--however, in Belton that means sitting through two, maybe three,  stop light cycles.  

Delayed and Unrealized Goals:
Drop TheGirls off at the house. 
Arrive at The Game around Half Time. 

Additional Goals Added:
Puptacular GlamorShoot. 



Then we came home and Lou's Zoo (including Lou and Moggy) promptly fell asleep on the sofa. 

BTW, in case you wondered: 
                           59-14 
                        #GoCru!

As for the Sofa Snoozing, I don't think TheZoo and I can handle the time change this  Sunday. But, sleeping in an hour still sounds good--even after our nap. None of us are Spring Chicks any longer. 

Tonight's Plan:
Turn the clicks back an hour. 

The Reality:
We shall see--or in this case, we shall hear. 











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