It wasn't a train whistle!

Hello my bu-bees!
Here in the magnolia state, it is hot.  And we are just beginning the summer.  The warmest days are still a couple of months away.  This dark-coiffed diva is not looking forward to it!
Okay!  I have to share this little slice of real life with you.  It was early (3-ish) one morning and I was sleeping behind Poppi's knees.  I felt Mummi getting out of bed, but I was still pretty much asleep.  All of a sudden there was this high pitched screech or whistle.  It went on for a good twenty or thirty seconds. Stopped. And then was punctuated with a short brrrpp!  My sensitive schnozz was abruptly assaulted.  It smelled as if the sewers of Satan had been dumped on my head.  My eyes began to tear and I was gasping for fresh air.  I struggled mightily, finally clawed clear of the covers, and tossed my head from side-to-side.  I took a couple of deep, fresh breaths and noticed a couple of things.   Mummi was standing beside the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat at my struggles, and Poppi was still asleep.  I was wondering how this was possible when I realized that Poppi was responsible! For the noise and the smell! And in his sleep!  Life is so unfair sometimes.  If I did that they would make me go outside so that I could finish my business.  Poppi didn't even wake up.  Sigggghhhh! Such is a Diva's fate!
Hugs, kisses, and belly rubs for all!


Just Another Day in Paradise

Hello my Sweeties!  Glad you could make it back for another dish from the diva.
I'm very happy to say that there hasn't been too much drama going on.  The weather is getting warmer and there's the usual mumblings from Poppi that he needs to get out and mow. Big Sis and I are trying to stay inside (with that Mah-va-Lousssss AC) since we both have dark coats and tend to heat up in the sun.  Big Sis stays out more than I do, be even she doesn't lay out in the sun.  Recently she prefers the shade on the front deck. 
It strikes me as kind of funny that Mummi, Big Sis and I can be panting, tongues out and very warm and Poppi will have on socks, sweats and a knit cap on because he's cold.  So I asked Big Sis about it, and she said it was something in his jeans. 
I snapped back, "I thought the only thing in his jeans was Mummi".  UH-HUH. OH Yeah!  I went there!   After all, I will be 21 (in Canine years) on my next birthday.
Big Sis just rolled her eyes and spelled "G*E*N*E*S*". (Yes, dogs can spell.  Especially V*E*T*).  It just means that his mother and grandparents were "warm natured", or to say it another way, did not take the cold well.
Mummi & Poppi are good natured about it.  Poppi always tells Mummi its easy for him just to throw something on and stay comfortable.  He just wants her (& me & Sis) to be comfortable too.
Poppi's youngest son and his wife (the one that's expecting a litter - emmm - baby, sorry I tend to think in canine terms) are coming for a visit next week.  Poppi and Mummi are both looking forward to that.  That's about all I have for now.
Hugs, Kisses and Belly Rubs for ALL!


History tells us

Chiweenie.  Really.  This Diva is not amused.  Since I like dear old dad, let me quote that master source reference (snicker): Wikipedia.  The dachshund (UK /ˈdæksənd/ or US /ˈdɑːkshʊnt/ DAHKS-huunt or US /ˈdɑːksənt/;[2]) is a short-legged, long-bodied dog breed belonging to the hound family. The standard size dachshund was bred to scent, chase, and flush out badgers and other burrow-dwelling animals, while the miniature dachshund was developed to hunt smaller prey such as rabbits

Note "long bodied" - If I stood upright I'd be a model.  Also - the miniature was developed to chase rabbits - So a "fast" woman.  (Mom certainly was.)  Mom was the Chihuahua side of my history and (according to Wikipedia again) is the smallest breed of dog and there is historical evidence of Chihuahuas at least 1400 years before the first Europeans showed up on North American shores. 

Hmm - maybe mom wasn't a fast woman.  Maybe dad was just an aggressive European.    Regardless, I find the term "Chiweenie" a little demeaning.  Try to say it without a smirk on your face.  SEE - you can't do it.  So I've been giving it some thought.  What about Doxiwawa.  Not quite as cutesie and, according to Wiki again - I am a "designer" breed.  Much more classy sounding.


Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!