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My Patsy Went Home
Hi Everyone,
It's me, Gigi! I am not in the best of spirits these days. Grammy returned home last week.
She was visiting with us for almost 5 weeks. The second day she was here, she learned her foot was broken. So, she had to wear this huge cast that went all the way up to her knee. This made moving around sort of difficult for her. She even needed to use a walker. (Don't ask me why the thing is referred to as a walker when there was no leash on it. Funny - I always thought Mom was a 'walker'! Can anyone help me figure that one out?????)
Back to my story. For the last five weeks althought Gram had things hard -------life for little me was just perfect! I had my very own 'patsy'. I blamed EVERYTHING on Gram! She took the rap for all of my wrong doings. No matter what I did...when Mom would find out and ask - "Who did this?" all I would do was look at Gram.
Life was grand! I was able to blame Gram for everything!!!! Chewing the the toilet tissue roll to shreds, making buscuit crumbs on the floor, getting sick on the bedroom carpet, leaving toys all around the house, and my 'favorite'...pooping on the kitchen floor.
Thanks Gram!!!!!
Luv,
Gigi
Like The Latest Update
Hi Everyone,
It's me Gigi. I am back. OR as Mom puts it.....HERE COMES TROUBLE!
I absolutely enjoyed this latest trick MDS helped me play on Mom.
If only you could have seen the look on her face. It was almost as good as a 'treat'!!!
Mom, signed on to MDS and when the new update appeared - so did this terrible look of panic on her face! She thought that my background was gone! (The background with the photo of me wearing my adorable purple Barktini shirt.) She was practially in tears. One would have thought that I ran away (God forbid) or something. This trick was priceless - and the best part was I didn't even have to do anything!
Luv,
Gigi
Houdini Dog
I executed this trick with such perfection that Mom and Big Daddy are still trying to figure it out.
It all happened Saturday evening. Every Saturday evening Mommy and Big Daddy go to Mass. The one place that I am not allowed to go with Mommy is Church. It isn't that Jesus doesn't like dogs it is because Church is a Holy place. So I have to stay at home.
Oh ya, two more things to keep in mind...
1. The window at the front of the house is my 'look-out' point. From this spot I have a complete view of our entire block.
2. It is the rainy season here in FLA. That means that we usally get rain everyday accompanied by terrible thunderstorms. I am terrified of thunderstorms. Whenever we have one - I always manage to get myself worked up into a terrible state of panic. I cause lots of damage to the house and I even hurt myself twice.
Okay now back to my Houdini Dog story.
As Mommy and Big Daddy were leaving for Mass, the sky was threatening another storm. Big Daddy decided it would be in my best interest if I were closed in my pen. He said I would be safe there for the hour that they were gone. Mommy was completely upset because she knew if I was confined I would only panic more. No matter how much I whined and gave Mom the 'puppy-eyes', Big Daddy insisted he knew best and so he closed the gate to my pen. There I was to remain trapped until their return.
H E L P !!!!!
They were not gone for more than 10 minutes when those terrible rumbles started. As Mom sat in Church she just prayed that it would pass. She held back tears. She feared she was going to get a panic attack herself and I would not be there to help her. I guess it is true, Jesus does answer knee-mail because this storm quickly passed with only a few rumbles and some lightening.
When Mass was over - Mom and Big Daddy raced home. Mommy worried that she would find me lying dead in my pen. Big Daddy assured her that I was much safer there than roaming freely around the house. 'Mr. Dog Whispere' also said that us dogs found our pens to be a safe haven. Think again Buddy-Boy!
As they drove-up to the house who do you think was there peeking out the window? Yes, it was little me! I wish you could have seen the look on Big Daddy's face when he saw me. "Look who is in the window! How did she get out? I locked the pen door myself!"
Mommy started to cry - she was expecting the worse. She thought for sure I had gotten hurt. When they opened the door I ran over to greet them. They could not believe their eyes. There was the pen with door still locked and here I was in full view. The look on their faces was priceless! "Oh, Mr. Dog Whispherer I dare you to try and figure this one out. Just call me the amazing Houdini Dog!"
(My trick was - a tiny hook at the corner of the pen was not clamped into place. I managed to squeeze my small body through the opening and jump out of the pen. Once safely outside, the top slowly went back into place causing the optical illusion that all clasps were locked tand he pen remained completely sealed. )
Now Mommy refers to me as her little 'Houdini Dog'!!
Luv,
Gigi
Houdini Dog
I executed this trick with such perfection that Mom and Big Daddy are still trying to figure it out.
It all happened Saturday evening. Every Saturday evening Mommy and Big Daddy go to Mass. The one place that I am not allowed to go with Mommy is Church. It isn't that Jesus doesn't like dogs it is because Church is a Holy place. So I have to stay at home.
Oh ya, two more things to keep in mind...
1. The window at the front of the house is my 'look-out' point. From this spot I have a complete view of our entire block.
2. It is the rainy season here in FLA. That means that we usally get rain everyday accompanied by terrible thunderstorms. I am terrified of thunderstorms. Whenever we have one - I always manage to get myself worked up into a terrible state of panic. I cause lots of damage to the house and I even hurt myself twice.
Okay now back to my Houdini Dog story.
As Mommy and Big Daddy were leaving for Mass, the sky was threatening another storm. Big Daddy decided it would be in my best interest if I were closed in my pen. He said I would be safe there for the hour that they were gone. Mommy was completely upset because she knew if I was confined I would only panic more. No matter how much I whined and gave Mom the 'puppy-eyes', Big Daddy insisted he knew best and so he closed the gate to my pen. There I was to remain trapped until their return.
H E L P !!!!!
They were not gone for more than 10 minutes when those terrible rumbles started. As Mom sat in Church she just prayed that it would pass. She held back tears. She feared she was going to get a panic attack herself and I would not be there to help her. I guess it is true, Jesus does answer knee-mail because this storm quickly passed with only a few rumbles and some lightening.
When Mass was over - Mom and Big Daddy raced home. Mommy worried that she would find me lying dead in my pen. Big Daddy assured her that I was much safer there than roaming freely around the house. 'Mr. Dog Whispere' also said that us dogs found our pens to be a safe haven. Think again Buddy-Boy!
As they drove-up to the house who do you think was there peeking out the window? Yes, it was little me! I wish you could have seen the look on Big Daddy's face when he saw me. "Look who is in the window! How did she get out? I locked the pen door myself!"
Mommy started to cry - she was expecting the worse. She thought for sure I had gotten hurt. When they opened the door I ran over to greet them. They could not believe their eyes. There was the pen with door still locked and here I was in full view. The look on their faces was priceless! "Oh, Mr. Dog Whispherer I dare you to try and figure this one out. Just call me the amazing Houdini Dog!"
(My trick was - a tiny hook at the corner of the pen was not clamped into place. I managed to squeeze my small body through the opening and jump out of the pen. Once safely outside, the top slowly went back into place causing the optical illusion that all clasps were locked tand he pen remained completely sealed. )
Now Mommy refers to me as her little 'Houdini Dog'!!
Luv,
Gigi
Flight Attendant Nearly Loses Finger
....to yours truly!
Hi Everyone!
It's me Gigi. Before you start to get the wrong impression...please allow me to explain myself.
Mom and I were scheduled to return home to Florida from JFK, NY on Friday evening. Since our flight was not scheduled to depart until 8:30 pm. I got to spend the entire day swimming with my human cousins in their pool. For some strange reason they totally enjoyed having me illustrate the 'doggy-paddle'. (What did they expect me to do - the 'back-stroke'?)
We were having such a fantastic time until 5:30 p.m. rolled around. Before I could shake myself off - Mom announced it was almost time for us to leave for the airport. With that she scooped me out of the pool and took me over to the outdoor shower for a quick bubble-rinse-off and then towel-dryed me. "Wait Mom! Who said I was ready to leave? I don't want to go home now!!!"
Next thing I know...I was in the car and we were all heading to the airport.
Once we arrived at JFK we were told that our flight had just been canceled! "YES! We can stay over another day! God does answer puppy-prayers!"
Saturday night we made a second attempt to return home. As Mom and I were going through Airport Security, my four cousins sadly waved good-bye! My little heart was breaking..."Why did we have to move so far away?"
Once on the otherside of the X-ray machine we were informed that our flight was delayed by two hours. "Ugh! How long did they expect a Yorkie to play...'Find-the-spy-in-the-crowd-game'?"
Sooooo we just sat and waited and waited and waited. I swear if one more person approached me and commented on my rather large size - I was going to howl! Don't people have manners? What business is it of theirs if I weight 15 lbs.! Mommy loves me!"
Are you guys with me? Am I correctly setting the tone for what is doing on? Okay - good - then I will continue.
We finally boarded the plane at 10:00 p.m. instead of the scheduled time of 8:30. Once I was carefully placed inside my carrier and resting at Mom's feet, the doors of the aircraft were closed. It was at that time that I had noticed him...Mr. Flight Attendant! He was standing in the middle of the aisle instructing everyone on how to gently blow into a yellow floatation divice. "Excuse me! Even a canine is smart enough to know that if this baby takes a nose-dive into the blue ocean there ain't no one on this aircraft, be it human or canine, that is going to calmly blow into anything! Try using the words 'soil-yourself' instead."
It wasn't until the lights were dimmed that the pilot informed us we would have to remain on the runway for another hour until we would be cleared for take-off! "Oh great! As if the suspense of knowing my eardrums are going to explode was not maxed-out already!". Remember, I am lying in a carrier, on the floor of this jet so every vibration of the engines are magnified.
By 11:45 we took off. Our pilot so proudly announced that we had reached our cruising altitude and all seatbelts must remain fastened. "Why is it that the pilot thinks us passengers want to know how high in the sky we are flying? Like we actually have a way to prove that this tid-bit of information is true!"
I finally accepted the fact that things were completely out of my control, so I decided to take a much needed nap. I hadn't closed my eyes for more than 30 minutes when Mr. Flight Attendant leans over to asked Mom what she would like to drink.
"Hello! Down here! Does this tongue sticking out mean anything to you? A cold water would be nice!" Than he offers Mom a choice of either 10 cashews or 5 potato chips. "Gosh Mom, don't respond too quickly - you might want to think this one over! I have seen sample bags of dog food that weight more than the two items Mr. Flight Attendant is holding up!" And to think he had the nerve to tell everyone to open their tray tables. He could have just as easily placed the 10 cashews in the palm of their hands.
"With snacks having been distributed, now do you think I can get some rest?" Nope! Not Yet! Mr. Flight Attendant is coming around and collect all the empty wrappers and plastic cups in a trash bag the size of a large freezer bag! "Yo Buddy, from where I am lying...unless you are David Copperfield - there is no way all that trash is going to fit into that bag."
By now I am tired, hungry, and my legs are cramped. How many more times can I count ankles? Finally the Pilot informed us to prepare for landing! "Thank heavens! Get me out of this carrier! It feels as if we have been travelling for days!"
As we waited for the doors of the aircraft to be opened, Mom stood-up and held me in my carrier. I stuck my little head out. By now my patience was totally gone. All I wanted was to get O-U-T!
Suddenly over leans Mr. Flight Attendant. "Oh, how precious! Does the little dog fly often? Is it a Yorkie. Goodness, I have never seen one that large!"
"Oh! Wrong move!" By then I have about had it! So I did what I do best...I just sat perfectly still and patiently waited. AND... then it happened! Just as it does with the mailman! Grandpa always said.."all good things come to those that wait!" Mr. Flight Attendant came closer. I remained calm yet my heart was racing! I prepared myself! I sat ever so still and gave him the puppy-eyes. He took the bait. He reached over and tried to touch my head. PERFECT! I lunged forward snarling and barking loudly. Mr. Flight Attendant turned pale and immediately pulled his hand back. For one tiny second he nearly lost his finger to little - or should I say "big Yorkie" me!
Luv,
Gigi
Flight Canceled In New York
Hi Guys,
It's me Gigi. I got all the way to the airport only to find our flight was cancelled. Can you imaging....my Mom had to slip me a mickey for no reason.
Thanks heaven's my cousins did not leave me at the drop-off point or I would have been stranded. This is not so bad....I get to be spoiled by my human cousins one more night!
Oh, yes....would you all please send out a huge bark to my dog cousin Santina M.
Luv and kisses,
Gigi
Can Things Get Any Worse?
Can things get any worse? That is a loaded question.
Mom noticed me scratching my ear all day. I thought I was doing it when she wasn't looking. But I honestly think the woman has radar that can detect my every move.
By the time evening approached she cheerfully announces that she is going to clean my ears. "No. Not again! Six times in one week is a bit much!" She on the other hand, thinks that in using "An Holistic Cleaner with Aloe Vera" which is non-drying translates into use product as much as possible. "WRONG!!!!!!! Non-drying doesn't mean Non-Annoying! It is an ear-cleaner not a facial toner!"
Before I could run and hide - I found myself sitting on top of the washer. "Why doesn't the telephone ring when I need it too?"
Try to follow along guys - because here is where this gets good. The directions on the bottle read as follows - "Shake well. Gently release enough drops to partially fill the ear canal. Gently massage the base of the ear canal to help loosen wax. Yadda...Yadda...Yadda."
What dog or person in their right mind is going to sit still and have a liquid poured into their ear canal? This happens to be quite uncomfortable! Something of which I made perfectly clear with a few growls and nips to the fingers. As an alternative, Mom now saturates a round cotton pad with the product and uses that to clean my ears.
Just when I was thinking to myself..."Can things get any worse?" They did!
Oh, how I wish you could have seen the look on her face when she removed the cotton pad and found a portion of it missing. Her jaw just dropped..."OH NO! GIGI! I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE GOD SAY IT ISN'T SO!"
It took every cell in my body not to pee laughing but I just had to play this card. It was too good to pass-up.... I sat there with a blank look on my face and pretended I could not hear a thing...."I'm sorry. Did you say something? Please speak up - I don't seem to be able to hear you. Oh...is there some possibility that I may have an obstruction other than wax in my ear canal?"
Just when it was getting real good Mom realized the portion of the pad that had torn actually just folded backwards. All pieces were accounted for!
Luv,
Gigi
Who Told You I need Car Insurance?
Wait until you guys hear the latest!
The other day Mom decided to sit outside and wait for Big Daddy to come home from work. I got so excited because this also meant I was going to go outside. Yes! The happy-meter was in the red zone...high! (Mom refers to my little tail as the happy-meter...sick but hey what can I say.)
So she gathers up a magazine and my leash. You think by now, Mom would know that Yorkie and reading do not belong in the same sentence. The two just don't go together!
Outside we go. Mom sits down in the chair and I run to the end of the patio to sniff around. "Not bad...a few birds in the lake, some old frog scent, the flowers smell pretty good. I guess that was because of the rain. As far as I am concerned, all is just fine in Gigiland." I looked over to check on Mom. She was reading, so I sat myself down for some much needed relaxing.
Then from corner of my eye I saw him! He was in Mom's flower pot. Mr. Gecko. Immediately I jump up and went into high-alert mode. I locked eyes on him. To my surprise - he stared back. Was I hearing things or did this guy just have the never to ask me if I was paying too much for car insurance? What on earth does a dog need with car insurance?
The next five minutes were a complete blurr. Everything happened so fast. All I knew was this guy had two seconds to get out of my yard. If I let the gecko slide -what next - a caveman??
So I ran after Mr. Gecko. Forgetting I was on a leash, I nearly pulled Mom's arm out of the socket. I knocked over the table which caused the telephone to crash onto the floor and then over went the flowerpot. What a huge mess and it wasn't even my fault!
Mom jumped up and before I could explain myself - she scooped me up and took me into the house. "No! Wait Mom! Let me explain! Oh no! Now look! Mr. Insurance Saleman got away!"
As Mom went to get a broom to clean up the mess, I didn't know why she was so angry. She should have thanked me. ..in just a few short seconds I saved you over $500 on car insurance!
Luv,
Gigi
CALL ME UGLY BETTY!
Hi Everyone,
It's me Gigi. I feel like Ugly Betty! My little heart is crushed! Is it true that nice girls finish last? Was it because I said that there would be absolutely NO 'butt-sniffing' on the first date? Is it because I am a plus-size? Or could it have been because my Big Daddy is really protective of me?
Last Saturday afternoon I was napping on the couch when the telephone rang. It was Zack & Quincy's Mom. I ran into the kitchen to hear what Mommy was talking about. (Usually it is Auntie Tina on the phone and that means one of three things... A) I am going somewhere really fun, B) I am going to have my picture taken, or C) Big Daddy is going to be tricked-on again!)
Anyway, this time I was asked for a pool date at Zack and Quincy's house. I was so excited! I love pools! Not only was I going to get to go swimming but I was going to do it with Zack and Quincy! Imagine - two lifeguards!
Mommy hung-up the phone and said it was all confirmed for Thursday at 2:00! I could not stop wagging my tail. My first date! (I really can't count the time I went to the library with Mack. He took me to work with him. Although that was so much fun - it didn't count as a date. He and I are just really good friends.)
When Big Daddy came home from work Mom told him the fun news. Since Big Daddy already knows Zack and Quincy's Mom, he gave me permission to go. Plus, he said if I was anything like Mommy - he had absolutely nothing to worry about! Whatever that means!!!!!
Monday morning, Mom made an appointment with the groomer for me to get a pawdicure. Mom got my beach cover-up and bag with waterballs ready. She even promised to bake some of her famous cookies for me to also bring along. Now all that was left for me to do was to count the days and pray that it would not rain.
Then it happened! The unexpected! The guys called to cancel! Their Mom appologized and said that something came-up. It really wasn't anyone's fault. Their Mom felt terrible. She said the boys felt badly also and asked if they could reschedule.
I know that I am not supposed to take it personal but...I do have feelings...and they got hurt! I feel just like Ugly Betty! Mommy said I am her adorable little Yorkie. Sure...she is my Mom...she is supposed to think I am cute!
Luv,
Gigi
Q-Tip Safely Gone!
Hi Everyone,
It is me Gigi. Thank heavens that I can say my tummy has seen the last of the Q-tip! Or should I say,"Mom saw the last of the Q-tip"? She wasn't too happy with me. She kept mumbling that I went and add another task to her already never-ending list of things to do - CSI Agent!
I would like to thank all my pals who sent me kind emails regarding this. I also send out a special thank-you bark to everyone that so kindly mentioned the numerous other items that they themselves tried to consume! Bugs, rocks, and nails were just of few of the items mentioned.
After reading the barks - a tiny Q-tip seemed like a walk-in-the-park.
Luv,
Gigi
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