OMG! Like, What-evah!

Like, Clueless. Totally!

Hello my lovelies.  Welcome back to more wisdom from the Diva.   However, this time I am going to turn the "bully pulpit" over to my newest sis, Libby.  You read of her in my last post.  Now you know that Libby was a hippy chick in a previous life and she was into all that new age stuff, and some really old stuff like channeling and tarot cards.  So the other day, just for giggles, L'il sis, Chiquita, had Lib hypnotize her and Chiquita regressed to a previous life.  (Now, I'm not saying I buy it - but it was very compelling.)  It, was still Chiquita's voice, but the thought process and speech patterns were very alien to how she normally is.
Anyway, it turns out that L'il Sis, was a left coaster too, and prior to her unfortunate demise at an early age, she resided in the San Fernando Valley in California -  Yes, Chiquita was a Valley Girl! Like, Totally! 
I actually had to walk away for a bit, the VG persona she was channeling was so mind numbing.  She went on for half an hour about "going to the mall and buying this bitchen dress for five bucks." Arrggghhh!  Like L'il Sis said once in her VG persona - Gag me with a spoon! Now, her VG name was Nikki and she was a bit of a bad girl.  Not mean to people, she was an airhead but nice.  But she was shameless in shoplifting - and had a passion for fancy undies. Anyway, she had told her friend Julie to "take a chill pill" and ke ep an eye out as she took a couple of outfits to try on - over several pairs of thong underwear she intended to keep when she left.  So, as she was trying to slip on a third thong, she lost her balance, fell, cracked her head, and never woke up.
I couldn't help but chuckle.  Oh. My. Gosh! What a totally radical VG way to die!  Thong undies around you ankles and your butt in the air. Gnarly Man!  Hmmmm! Might explain L'il Sis's seeming need to always stick her butt in your face.  I'm just saying. 
So here am I, a Diva, with a hippy chick, and a Valley Girl.  Makes me wonder who I angered in a previous life.  I, so far, have said no to Libby's offer to regress me.  I am absolutely positive (and don't want to know different) that I was to the Manor born.  (Think Maggie Smith in a Victorian period piece - but with a sense of humor.)
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Gotta Watch the Quiet Gurrrrls! ! !

Libby and Moi ! ! !

Hallloooo all my lovelies!  A couple of days ago when Mummi was coming in to the living room she noticed Poppi  chuckling and asked what was so humorous. 
Poppi said that he couldn't believe it  - that Libby- calm, quiet, subdued, Libby - had been out in the yard barking up a storm.  (L'il Sis and I had already come int.)  Mummi also expressed disbelief at this, so  Poppi went on to say: "I had let Sophie and Chiquita in and Libby was out in the yard by the teardrop trailer.  It was still a little dark and I heard this loud, constant, & high pitched fierce barking.  I went out in the yard because I wanted to identify what type of dog was threatening Libby so.  Then I realized it was Libby barking."
Now Libby is a pretty quiet lady and rarely barks around our humans.  She will bark and run when its just us girls going out.  Now, when she came in  I asked her about the incident and she told me that there had been a hoppy-beast (which I figure was a toad or frog) moving sluggishly (cause the weather is cooling a bit).  She was going to eat it but the h-b said it would give her a little mind candy if she would spare him.  Since she wasn't really hungry, she said sure.  The h-b gave her some plant matter - which he didn't identify.  She watched him eat a little bit and suddenly hop away, rejuvenated.  So she ate the rest and before she knew it was bouncing and barking like crazy.  She still had the wild eyes and was floating when she told me this. 
I just nodded and said, "Uh Huh, I knew you was a hippie freak in a previous life."
She just giggled, shook her head, and softly said, "You complaining or jealous?", and walked away with a shake of her tail.
Like I said, "Gotta watch the quiet girls."
Til next time- Hugs, kisses, and belly rubs for all!

DC in da House! ! ! ! ! !

Halloooo All!  Back again with a dish from the Diva.  Mummi's been all a-twitter with anticipation as she will have custody of her step-granddaughter for a few hours this afternoon.  The friend that usually watches DC for her mommy has to get a little work done on her vehicle, so Mummi volunteered to take care of the pup - um, baby! When she got here Mummi was talking silly gibberish at DC and she was cooing gibberish back, but then you expect babies to do that. Who really surprised moi was little sis and Libby (who recently confided in me that in a past life she was a human hippie chick in a commune. Her name was Ocean Breeze and she was in charge of the nursery and watched all the kids while the parents worked.)   I can (almost) believe it.  She was so calm around this child.  She even got in Poppi's lap and laid down as he rocked the baby.  From what Poppi has told me about what he knows about hippies and communes, I can see it.  Libby is so calm, so mellow, really laid back and gets along with nearly everyone.  Now, Chiquita, she was going the other way.  She was sooooo jealous of DC in Poppi's lap that the the green in her eyes were twin laser beams burning holes through the miles of pine forest around.  DC's gone home now and all is quiet,  Chiquita, Libby, and Moi all all catching a bit of beauty sleep now.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

The D-I-V-A Has Returned!

Cue Dramatic Music! (Dum-Dum-DUMMMMMMM!)

Poppi and "da gurls" (from top: Libby,
Diva-licious, & Chiquita

After ten plus months I have FINALLY convinced Poppi that my public is missing their Diva.  As is the case in the passing of nearly a year, there have been MAJOR changes in the household - some nice, some not-so-much, and a couple near heart-breaking.
Since I try to keep the tone of my entries light, I will touch on the two devastating events. (1) Mummi's mommy passed away in December, 2014.  For more, read Mummi's blog.  (2) Big Sis, Shaddow, had a stroke in January, 2015, and had to be relieved of all pain.  You can read more in Poppi's blog.
SO, on to more pleasant thoughts.  With Big Sis gone, there was a bit of a void, not only fore me and L'il Sis (Chiquita sez HEY!) but for Mummi and Poppi as well.  So in March, 2015, Mummi adopted Libby, a 5 year old Bichon Frise.  She was rescued from a puppy mill where she was basically a breeding slave and was abused.  She was very scared, shy, quiet, and reclusive when she first got here, but 6 months with us has helped her to blossom.  She loves to play and explore.  She loves Mummi and Poppi.  Heck, she's even started hogging in on my fave - She loves the belly rub.  Now, even though, technically she's older than I am, (I'll turn 5 next month - shhh, keep it secret), I'm the Big Sis in the house now.  Literally.  Libby looks bigger (all that hair) but at 12 pounds only outweighs L'il Sis by 2 pounds!  And Chiquita is a chihuahua.  As Poppi likes to say, GO FIGGER!
Now around the time Libby got here, Poppi retired from Mississippi State University.  He's been staying busy, but he really want's to find a part time job.  He says, just to have a little "mad money".  (I don't know what he's mad about though.  After all, he lives in a house full of young females!  Hee-hee!) 
Anyway!  Poppi has assured me that he will write my pondering for me a minimum of two or three times a month from now on.  I believe him.  Cause if I've heard Poppi say it once, I've heard him say a hundred times, "If you tell the truth, you don't have to worry about keeping your story straight."
Til next time, Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for ALL!

Lonely Week

We Miss Mummi!

Hi to All My Dah-Lings! 
Been a little quiet around the homestead this week.  Mummi has been out with "her mummi" all week.  Poppi has been left here to fend for himself and tend to us girls (Me, Lil Sis - Chiquita, and Big Sis - Shaddow).  Now Poppi has no problems caring for our home and inhabitants.  He can cook, clean, and "do laundry" with the best of them.  (Ya know - I still haven't figured out whey Mummi chuckles whenever she says that.  Any-who.........)  But I can tell he misses having Mummi around.  We love him, but us girls are not great conversationalists. (Hard to believe I know - but true.

Now that deeeee-lite-ful young lady, Kim, has been caring for grand-mummy's "creature" and been leaving her little girl, Zeebee, with us to socialize while she has to go to work.  That's fine, she's a nice girl, but I hope Poppi's gonna account for our treats that he shares with her.  Uhhhh -Bad Dog.  I am a bad dog! I know Poppi is going to treat us good. Now he........ what.....Chiqui....okay, okay.... fine.  I will now, briefly, turn this over to lil sis.

heee, hee, hee.  Hey! Hey, Hey! I gots new clothes!  Poppi got me dis sweater a couple of days ago and it is soooooo warm and shows off this girl's firm & trim body so fine.  AND, its got pink accents - just the thing!  Wheeeeee! I love it.  (Here's a link to a model wearing one - http://i5.walmartimages.com/dfw/dce07b8c-d21b/k2-_8c2c0c8d-55ca-485c-976e-26173a01e4c8.v1.jpg)  Ummmm - Okay. FINE!  Back to "THE DIVA".  (I did not stick my tongue out.  I had a piece of food caught in a tooth.) DID TOO!

Hi Again All.  Sorry, sometimes Lil Sis gets carried away with excitement.  But she is a teenager.  That's it for now.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Guest Commentary by Chiquita

Hello all.  I am trying to get Poppi back on posting my entries on a regular basis - but it is a J -O - B!  That said, in order to shut her up, in reponse to many requests - back again is my little sis - Chiquita - as guest commentator.  Hugs, Kisses, and Belly rubs for all!  Chiquita - its all yours....................

Heee heee hee hehe! Hi to all of Big Sis's followers.  I just wanted to share a few words and a few pictures I like. 

WORD!
 

You're laughing, but I'm serious.  Potent bombs come in small packages!

 

The other day Poppi, Sophie, and I went on a short drive (next house down).  Poppi parked and when he opened the door Sophie jumped out, started barking and ran toward the back, so I did likewise - running and barking. (I looooove to run.) Well, big sis stopped short and I kept on for a short way - running and barking fiercely.  I realized I was chasing this BIG, vicious animal  (well - big anyway) and stopped. (Sigh! I have to admit that when I realized what I was doing - I piddled.  Don't laugh. I couldn't help it.)  At that point I realized that Poppi was watching us and laughing out loud.  He hurried through what he was doing and rushed home to tell Mummi.  And she LAUGHED TOO!  I was doing my watch dog duty and getting laughed at.  I was mollified later when Poppi was holding me, apologized, and called me his "brave little deerstalker".  I like the sound of that.

 

And remember, People with pets live longer!  Its True!  Look it up!

Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday to Yooooooooooo...................

Big Sis and I

Hi All,  I know I posted last week, but I couldn't let today go by without a HUGE "Happy Birthday" wish to my Big Sis.  Shaddow is a "gen-teel" ole southern lady of 13 years.  She has been the one constant in my life since I joined Poppi and Mummi's household 3+ years ago.  She's showing her age a bit and gets around somewhat slower than she used to (but who doesn't).  She naps quite a bit and though she still plays a bit, doesn't do it that often.  I heard Poppi say that her equivalent in human years would be 91.  A long and full life by any standard, but I know Mummi & Poppi look out for her, keeping and eye on her health, and hoping she has a long and continued pain-free life.
Chiquita (Lil Sis) is still in a little awe of her and stays away for the most part, but even she knows Shaddow is the senior canine in our home.  AnyWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG SIS!  Look forward to celebrating your 14th next year.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Hmmmmmmm!

Halllloooo my Lovelies!  Let's jump right in.
Poppi and Mummi just got back from a trip to Florida.  The purpose of the trip was two-fold.  To pick up a new (for them) automobile and to visit the latest "pick-of-the-litter" - errrrrr, grandchild.  Judging by the number of photographs taken in the few days they were gone, little Savvy, has got to be a contender for "Best In Show" honors.  Also judging by the disparaging remarks heard, they had probs with the new car.  They still aren't driving it though, as they are waiting on some papers.  (I think they want to get the breed registered. - Do cars have breeds? hmmmmmm?)
Anyway, L'il Sis is all excited by the the L'il car.  She was hopping around and going, "Lookie! Lookie, Sophie! Its a ride that's my size!"  She can definitedly sit in it and look out the Windows.  It's a cinch that Poppi won't be taking this car to do the grocery shopping. heh!
Poppi has a pic of the car on his blog if you want to take a look.
We girls had a nice time while Mummi & Poppi were gone.  Kim came over to stay & take care of us again.  She's a sweet young lady.  I sometimes wish she was our neighbor.  Give us girls an excuse (as if we needed one) to go visiting.  Well - that's about all for the mo.
Hugs, kisses, and belly rubs for all!

Party All the time! Party All the time!

Hallloooo my Dah-lings! Hope all is well in your little corner of the world. 
Well, this past week the sis's and I had some fun, but may have crossed the line a tad. (Poppi wasn't mad - but he did seem a bit disappointed - at least until he started laughing.)  So, here's the scoop -
Poppi had gotten free tickets to a couple of concerts and free hotel stay for a few nights out of town (he called them "comps").  So - he, Mummi, and Ms. King (Hiiiii Kimmieeeee!), packed to go out for a few days.  A little bit after they left, us girls started chatting - and as Chiquita would say, "We were, like,  soooo bored". 
Our needs (food, water, and clean bathroom pad) had been provided for and we had a few toys and bones, but I mean, after a "hard" nap - what was there to do?
After a few trial and error button pushes, I was able to turn the DirecTv box and the TV on.  Then I was able to get the guide up, scroll down to the music channels, and get some tunes going.
 'Quita went, "WoooHooo!  Lets get this party started", and proceeded to bring out all sorts of little snacky things she had stashed.
So after binging on snacks (and leaving crumbs everywhere),  she and I decided it was time to dance.  But to have a dance party, you really need confetti.  So we unrolled a bunch of T.P. and shredded it up so it would poof and float around as we danced.  We cranked up the tunes and was cutting a hot rug (as big sis just kind of rolled her eyes at us - she's an older lady you know).  'Quita was bobbing her head to "What is Love?" , popped her left paw up to her ear, and really getting into the sprinkler dance, when Poppi came in the door, (We had the music loud, so we didn't hear him drive up.)
He swung around looking at us (and the mess) and tried to put his mad face on.  But once he saw L'il Sis "sprinkling" like mad, he cracked up laughing and I knew we were okay. 

Chiquita stopped when he laughed, looking embarrassed, and all Poppi's urging couldn't get her to dance anymore.  So Poppi turned the music down, and took the time to clean up the mess, as we got up in the chair to be out of the way.
Later, as Poppi was watching TV and we were sitting with him, he kind of snickered, and said, "You girls really are party animals". 
Sigggghhhhh! It may take a while for Chiquita and I to live this one down.  But that's okay, we really had fun.
Hugs, kisses, and belly rubs for all!

O.M.G. - Not Moi!

Haalllloooo my lovelies!  I'm back with a few more of my meandering musings.
Poppi and Mummi safely returned Saturday from their trip to the "Keystone State". (Look it up! You might learn something!   Heh! - Poppi says that.)  They said that they had a good time, but missed all us gurls. (Big Sis, L'il Sis & Moi.)  Poppi told me about the mountains, the Susquehanna River, and all the interesting area architecture and buildings- yawn.  Now, I will admit to my ears perked up a bit when he mentioned an establishment in the area they visited called "Sophie's Tiki Lounge".  I remember thinking smugly, "Obviously a high class business!"  Poppi even went on to say that said "Tiki Lounge" was a Gentlemen's Club.  "AHA!" I thought, vindication! "Because (according to Wikipedia) - A gentlemen's club is a members-only private club of a type originally set up by and for British upper class men in the 18th century, and popularised by English upper-middle class men and women in the late 19th century and early 20th century.




Sigggghhh!  After Poopi (not a misspelling - I was upset) started snickering  (at my grandiose head nodding), I did a little research.  This place may call itself a "Gentlemen's Club", but it is far from it.  It features cheap liquor and Exotic (HA!) dancers.  The only exotic thing is (as Poppi would say) "they dance nekkid."  I'm glad, that since my name is associated with the place, that it is so far (about a thousand miles) from here. Whew!    (Hush Chiquita!  I can do without your snickering and razz-berries!  At least I'm not named after a fruit.  ahhh....ohhh... Don't cry. I'm sorry little girl.  I didn't mean it.)
I've got to run and take care of this.  My thoughtless lashing out has upset the little one.  All I can say to myself is "Bad Dog."
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!   (Come here baby. Let me kiss those tears away.)

A new Friend! (I hope)

Poppi! We're trying to Sleep here!
 

Hallllooooo my lovelies!   Time for another dish from the Diva.  I've FINALLY gotten Poppi to sit still long enough to take a little dictation from Moi!   In his defense though, he's been a really busy guy the last month or so, putting out fires at work and taking care of all the tasks he wants and/or needs to around the house.  (Sooooo - Love ya Poppi!)
Annnnyyy-hooooo, last night we were visited by a very nice young lady (Shout-Out to you, Kim - girl!) who will (it appears) be sitting the Sisters and I when Mummi and Poppi go visting friends out of town in a week or so.  Kim came in the afternoon and chatted with Mummi for a while. Then Poppi came in after work (& grocery shopping) and invited Kim to stay and eat supper with the fam (Mummi, Poppi, and the "girls"). She did and it turned into a marathon chat fest (until late in the evening).  Mummi (Gawd Luv 'er!), just can't help herself sometimes.  I'm sure Kimmie knows more than she ever needed (or wanted ) to know about Mummi, Poppi, et. al.  Now, the smile never left Kim's face, but I not sure if she was actually entertained or approaching desperation at the need to escape, and was afraid to drop it.  In all fairness, Poppi did add a few bits here and there to the conversation - but I think that was just so Mummi could catch her breath.  (Heh! - I'm kidding, well some anyway.) :-)
Bottom line, Kim is a very nice lady, and even little sis, who is normally very skittish around new folks, warmed up to her.  So I think we will be just fine while the folks are travelling.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Boom! BooM! BOOM BOOM!

Make it STOP!

Hello All,
Welcome back from another dish from the Diva!  This past weekend Poppi tried to get out and mow the yard(s).  He knew that the ground was mostly a bit squishy and in some areas, downright swamp. (Take it from a girl with a low-slung chassis!)  But the grass and weeds was getting close to (Poppi's) waist high in places and, in his words, "He wanted to knock it back a bit."  He did so, only after promising Mummi that he would avoid the quagmires, and if he got stuck, he would quit. He would not hurt himself. 
I'm happy to say he kept his word.  Mostly.  He did get stuck once, but it was near the very end and in our own ( of the 3 yards he cuts) yard.  I'm glad he did it too.  Much easier to take care of one's needs in a level yard.  Little Sis & I were in the house as he cut, but big Sis was having nothing of it.  When the mower started, she asked to be let out and headed up to Miss Sharon's to avoid the noise and any projectiles.  She doesn't like the mower.
Now, Little Sis doesn't like the "thunder-boomers".  We had stormy weather yesterday with lots of thunder.  The poor little thing was shaking like a leaf and always running to hide.  She preferred getting under the covers on Mummi's and Poppi's bed, but if the door was closed she would run under Mummi's computer desk.  Thunder went on most of the day and she would just shiver and cower and would not eat! (Can you imagine! Not wanting to eat!)
The bad news is, there are more expected tonight and tomorrow.  Chiquita's gonna have a rough time.  Hope she eats while the weather is quiet.  I'll do my best to console her.
Hugs, Kisses and Belly Rubs for All!

Everybody Wants to Rule the World!

Hi my precious ones!  This entry will take a little longer to type because for part of it I am requiring Poppi to be blindfolded and I will nose his finger to the correct key to press.  Poppi has said he will never censor me, but I want to be sure, and it will magnify the impact it has when he actually reads it for the first time.
(Poppi is now blindfolded and will remain so until this is posted.)
If you are intelligent, like moi, you got a little chuckle out of this picture.  I sincerely hope though, that all our two-legged friends just laugh it off. (As I'm sure Poppi and Mummi will.)  With a show of paws, lets see how many of you know who actually rules the civilized world.  Think about it.  Most of our days consist of sleeping, eating, running, and playing.  We even train our humans to throw sticks and balls for our benefit.  Not to mention the "treats".  Poppi has been trained to give us "girls" a treat every night at 9 o'clock.  We act all excited at the word, treat, but its all a show.  We EXPECT it.  And Mummi think she's SOOOO clever asking Poppi around that time, "Have you given them their special?"  Like we don't know that "special" is code for "treat". But we play dumb and let it slide off our backs.  Although I really had to emphasize the non-reaction will little sis Chiquita. (Belated Happy Birthday, Sweetums!)  Chiquita turned one year old on March 21st.  Such a cutie, and with time I will have her "Diva-fied", like moi.  Anyway, all you quadraped friend of mine, Keep up the charade.  Its a good life.  DON'T mess with it!        (Tears for Fears Song Link)
Hugs, kisses, and Belly Rubs for All!

It's been a while....

Hello all!  Poppi has been promising me for weeks to bring my blog up-to-date.  I FINALLY had to put my paw down and tell him there would be NO MORE BELLY RUBBIN' until this post was published.  (This Diva knows how to get things done honey!)
The holiday season went well and all Poppi's litter got back to their own homes safely.  The family is nice, but a crowded house does throw off our routine and tends to skew all the training I've done.  Nice to get back to just our little group (Mommi, Poppi, Big Sis, Little Sis and I).  Some may scoff, but there is a lot of good things about having a routine. Shaddow (Big Sis) is 12 1/2  (which is 88 in dog years) this month.  I do worry about her some.  She's still getting around pretty well, but when she lies on her bed, it seems to take her a bit longer to get comfortable and she's moaning and groaning a bit more.  I'll usually lie with her some until she starts getting sleepy.
I swear though, Chiquita (L'il Sis), is part kangaroo.  I've seen her make complete circuits of the living room and never touch the floor.  She leaps from chair to chair to ottoman to Shaddow's bed.  And these aren't short jumps.  She's so bouncy that I've heard Poppi remark that maybe they should have named her "Tigger".
Most of the cold weather is leaving the area, but there are few more sub-freezing nights ahead in the next two weeks.  After that though, we shouldn't see ice until next winter.  (Which is big for someone such as Moi - built with sleek, low lines.
That's about it for now, but Poppi swears that I will have my musings posted on a more regular basis.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!!

I LUVVVV little People!!!

Hello All!  This past Friday one of Poppi's litter kids was in town with his family for a couple of days as his wife was graduating with her PHD and their little one was with them.  Well, Poppi promised the little one (that he calls J-Man) to make him pancakes for breakfast when he went to bed Friday night.
So Saturday morning, J-Man was running around - and agitating poor little Chiquita - when Poppi told him to settle down, that he was cooking pancakes.  So Poppi made blueberry pancakes with maple syrup for the J-man, along with chocolate milk to wash it down. YUMMMM! Or as Poppi said, "Breakfast of Champions".    I have to admit that Poppi is a pretty good cook.  Cause I had my share.  J-Man is not a careful eater, but with Chiquita and the 2 visiting doggies circling the chair, it was a matter of calculating the flight angles of each dropped morsel. Now I'm not one to brag (well, Much!) but I'm pretty good at canine mathematics, and I probably got 2 pieces to everyone else's one.  Plus a little choco-milk spillage.  I have to agree with Poppi - "Breakfast of Champions!"  I'll have to be on my toes this week though - as I know from Mummi's and Poppi's conversations that Poppi's entire litter family will be in this week as they celebrate Christmas.  (A bit early I know, but it's about the only time that they could all get together.)  Lots of spills and goodies to look forward to.
Hugs, kisses and belly rubs for all!

Thanksgiving Wish

Now, when my pregnant mother (a full blooded Chihuahua) was dropped off at the humane society, they said they had no idea what my father was.  I think maybe he was a sailor.  I've heard about sailors, ya know? :-)
As it is about Thanksgiving (Yum! Yum!), my family (human and my sisters) give me lots to be thankful for.  I've heard folks say, "Just be thankful for what ya have - it could be lost before you know it."  I take that to heart.  I sometimes see skinny doggies slinking along the highway when I ride somewhere with Poppi (and maybe L'il sis).  I might shudder and kinda snuggle down beside sis in Poppi's lap - happy to be where I am.  No one can save everyone, but I hear Mummi and Poppi say sometimes how happy they are with our human/canine household and it makes me happy.  We are a good family.  I hope yours is at least as happy.  Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Chiquita's In Charge!

This pic for Poppi. He likes the G.D.'s Music.

Hey! Hey! HeyHeyHey! (giggle)  It's me.
Chiquita!   Boom. Boom. Chicka-chicka-boom-boom! (giggle).
As you know, I'm Sophie's little sis, and have been for almost 4 months now. I LOVE it here with big sis, Sophie, and bigger sis, Shaddow.    Shaddow is a nice old lady, but she prefers nap time to play time.  And I like to playyyyy-whheeeeeee. wheeee. wheeee! (giggle, snort.) I love it on TV when that little oinker says that  Anyway!  Sophie is not near as old as Shaddow and she will play with me some, inside.  When we go out I like to run, run-run-run, and she will do it for a bit.  But  after a couple of minutes, she's gasping for breath and complaining that her legs are too short for running.  Which I usually throw back at her by saying, "No they aren't. They reach the ground." (tee-hee!)
I know I probably rag on her a bit too much, because she really is a sweetheart.  She treats me as well, or better than my real mum would.  I love her.  I'm so glad Mummi and Poppi adopted me.  I don't remember much of my early life, but I do remember that when I first got here I was dirty, didn't smell good, and covered in fleas.  In fact, my first memory here is Poppi putting me in the tub and giving me TWO baths.  Not one, Two.  (brrrrr!)  But it got rid of the critters on me and I felt, and still feel, much better.  I really do have a good life now.  Food twice a day, a snack in the evening, plenty of water, and love all around. 
Big sis Sophie will be back next time, but I just wanted to guest-blog (and may ask to do it again in the future. But before I go, let me share a little joke:  Q: What do that call it when you own too many dogs?
A: A roverdose.  (giggle. Get it? roverdose - I crack myself up) 
To quote a famous feline: "T.T.F.N. - Ta Ta for Now"

Chicken (Chiquita) Little!

Hallloooo All! 
The weather has turned quite nice in the last few days.  Cool but not cold.  Perfect for the full-figured Diva!  Not much in the way of news to pass.  Poppi and Mummi have been busy going about the business that is life.  Mummi has been a bit under the weather but now seems to be on the road to recovery. But there is one funny little incident that I would like to share......
With the cooler weather the leaves are starting to fall, along with the acorns from the oak in our front yard.  One evening Poppi had taken little sis and I out to do our business.  (Let me interrupt this story to say the Chiquita is doing much, much better with this now.  Accidents are coming much further apart.)  AnnnnyyyWaayyy....  I had finished and was nosing around the area when l'il sis assumed the position to do her business.  She was squeezing mightily and the little brown banana was about two-thirds of the way to the ground when an acorn fell and hit her on her back.  All at the same time, she yelped, jumped and pffftttt - the 'nanner disappeared.  And not on the ground.  Eeewwwww! (I nearly cried when I rolled over laughing.)  When she calmed down and realized what had happened, she composed herself, re-assumed the position (away from the tree) and did a re-dump.  That's RIGHT! She pooped the same log twice.   I know. I know.  But trust me, as disgusting as it sounds, it was funny.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Hello my lovelies!  After a long ( about 6 weeks) absence, I finally persuaded Poppi that I needed to get my presence back out there.  So - on to some catching up. Poppi and Mummi were understandably distracted with the arrival of the latest litter birth of their granddaughter, Savannah Sue, down in Florida.  While I understand their wanting to go down and visit the latest member of the family, I'm still a bit peeved that "moi" was left behind with a sitter.  I mean, I can understand Big Sis staying, she's a big girl and I can understand leaving little sis, she's still acclimating and getting trained.  But I am well trained and a proven traveler - I mean, really, I went all the way to Wisconsin (and back) with them once and had no accidents.  Hmmph!  However, I choose to take it that they had confidence in me watching over the other two and the homestead in their absence.
As the title indicates, today is my birthday.  In human years, I am 3.  I was born on this date in 2010.  At that time Poppi was still recovering from a bad accident, and I am proud to say that I was instrumental in his recovery.  While I was a mere youngster then, I did give him lots of TLC.  I know I won't see Poppi until late this evening as he is going to the local high school football game, but I fully expect him to treat me to the last piece of meatloaf from the fridge as a present (hint!hint!).  Poppi is a pretty good cook.
I'll try to get Poppi back to helping me with regular entries, but that's all for now.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!

Chillin' with Chiquita

Tug-O-War with Lil Sis

Halloooo my lovelies!
Life continues to be good for "moi" and my little sis, Chiquita.  She is just a baby and poppi and mumi are working hard to get her conditioned to doing her "business" outside.  She is successful about half the time, but doesn't fully understand that doing it inside does stress them a bit.  When we go out, I make a point of showing her the proper way to do things, but she is at that A.D.D. age.  Preferring to run and investigate - EVERYTHING.  I know she will grasp it eventually, but all must have patience.  After all - she just turned 5 months old this week (on Aug. 21st).
Big Sis is doing okay, but moving slow.  This is understandable though since she turned 12 on August 11th.  She is the "Grand Dame" of the home and I overheard Poppi say that if she was human (shudder!) she would be 84 years old.   A grand lady!
Poppi is excited for some reason - bees?, hornets? wasps?  YELLOWJACKETS! That's it.  Something about them playing with the football tonight for the first time this year.  I don't grasp it, but if it makes him happy - its good enough for me.  I'm more excited about the fact that he will be grilling out before leaving for the game.  Chance for "goody drops" - ya know. Yummy! That's it for now.
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all!