My dogs will be the death of me!

For three months after I moved to Mexico I didn’t have a car. But, with the lovely weather and amazing visuals, the dogs and I loved the walks to restaurants, stores, and the plaza.

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Some of the eye candy we pass on walks here in Ajijic.

Wanting the full no-car experience, I decided to carry a load of laundry to the place that was doing my washing as I waited for the remodel to reach the point of building the room for the washer/dryer. The place is up the mountain a short way on a very busy main road but there is a path cut out so you don’t have to walk close to traffic.

I threw the bag of clothing over my shoulder and embarked with the dogs. When we came around a corner there was a horse tied to one side of the path munching.

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It seemed we had plenty of room to pass!

I assumed the horse was on a short rope. I assumed my dogs would halfway behave walking past it. I assumed the horse would ignore us. Wrong wrong and wrong again.

As soon as we got about 15 feet away the horse decided to trot over and say hello. The pups were fine until it started running to us. Then Sherlock decided to eat it and Shasta decided to run for cover. I was a wishbone.

Lugging laundry, with Shasta trying to pull me into the weeds and Sherlock trying to get us under some hooves, I tried to drag both of them quickly up the rocky hill – in flip flops. As we passed, the horse suddenly came to the conclusion it didn’t want to be neighborly any more, spooked, and took a poorly aimed and half-hearted kick at the white cotton ball that was pretending it was a wolf. But we came through unscathed.

On the return trip we found the horse still there and would have to do the same dance but I was free of my donkey load, prepared to keep the dogs short leashed beside me, and figured downhill was easier. I assumed it would go better.

Wrong.

This time the horse was ready for bad behavior from the two very tiny horses. It laid its ears back and did a little pawing and a lot of snorting. This for some reason scared Sherlock and made Shasta want to run up to play with it. Sherlock headed for the weeds and Shasta took off for the horse. As I was prepared for the opposite I got wishboned again and this time drug them rapidly down the hill.

I stopped to get a picture of the horse. I was panting and shaking so bad it was hard to dig my camera out of my purse. But when I did, I looked down and saw Frick’n Frack as calm as cucumbers not at all winded. They were looking at the horse like “no big deal!”

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I’m dying and they are easy breezy ūüôĀ

Horses are part of what makes this place special. The Spoos are just going to have to learn barn etiquette.  Or I am going to have to start working on my upper body strength more. Just another day in poodle and pony Paradise.

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Not an unusual site at all here.
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Yes, that horse is as taller than the trucks. And no, it isn’t a parade. It is just another weekend by the lakeside.

 

Mutt Movies – History Was Made With the Last Running of the Belmont Stakes.

Sherlock blogging today.

Let me start off by saying the only reason I insisted Momma Mim turn on the telly was because I heard the Belmont Steaks was on. I always enjoy a good steak.  I was very delighted to learn horses were involved. Some of my best friends are horses. I bark at the police horses and the horses that give rides in carriages around downtown.  They love that!

I quickly picked up on this betting thing. ¬†I was able to get in a quick wager with the boxer next door on the race. ¬†I could tell who would win because, well; I’m Sherlock. No clue escapes me. And of course I won. Three bones, a bag of Snausages, and the exclusive rights to bark at the local opossum – mine! All mine!!!

Momma Mim took some video of the race because she said history could be made.  And it was. For the first time in history, a poodle gave an Academy Award winning performance in a documentary.  I expect the Oscar Рsteak Oscar. I like asparagus, crab, and Bearnaise sauce!

Watch the video and judge for yourself. Regardless of an Oscar or not, I am already a winner. And American Pharoah wasn’t so bad himself.

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Who Would Want Catfish When They Could Have Dogfish?

Sherlock penning today.

Are you ready to see the very definition of cute? Are you ready to go awwwww to the point you almost pass out? ¬†Are you ready to cry tears of joy because you have feasted your eyes on the most precious video ever? Well, sit down, grab a tissue and watch this video of Momma Mim “fishing” for me:

I know! I know! I was a living doll. I don’t know why people want to watch cats on the internet. Show me a cat that has that much fluffy on-screen presence. Yes, I have seen some cute videos of cats playing with things on strings, but they never added the dust mop cuteness that I did.

And if you just think it is my ego, let me tell you I think this applies to all dog vs cat pictures and videos online.  Grumpy cat has nothing on happy puppy.  The next time you are about to share that LOL Cat picture, just stop and think: would that cat bring you a stick back if you threw it? Would that cat take you for a walk every day just to make sure you stay healthy? Would that cat catch a Frisbee? No. Stop and find a nice pup to share. And if you really want to share love, joy, and fluffy cuteness find and share a poodle!

(PS: this doesn’t mean I still don’t want a cat of my own. ¬†If you see Momma Mim please tell her how much her pets need a pet. Licks and snuggles to you all.)

Tongue Out Tuesday – From This Day Forward You Will Be Called Noodle

Shasta with you today.

Momma Mim tries. And sometimes she gets it right. Other times she really messes up. Take naming her dogs for example. She tagged me properly. When I was a pup and came to live with her, I was a pretty brown and they told her I would be big.  She immediately came up with Mt. Shasta Cola. Mt. Shasta because of my big size; and, Shasta Cola after my color, (I look more like a Shasta Cola after the ice has melted now.)

But she missed the mark when it came to naming Sherlock.  If Sherlock ever makes you look at his papers – boring – you will see a whole bunch of names. But the call name Momma Mim gave him was Sherlock.  She did this because poodles are suppose to be the second smartest breed, (although you and I know we are the first. Have you ever tried to discuss world peace and curing cancer with a Border Collie? We poodles are obviously much brighter.) The Sherlock from the books was very cleaver too so she though it would fit. She could not have gotten it more wrong. She should have named him Noodle.

This is where we get to our Tongue Out Tuesday picture. Look at this goof ball:

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Note how he is going left but his tongue is going right.  And it isn’t just his tongue that is noodley.  In this one his front goes one way and his back end just stays the course:

Legs go one way

If you read our exchange on Westminster, you will perhaps remember the picture I used to show he lacked proper poodle posture. Here he is last night with the same pose in an opposite direction:

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If that doesn’t look like a piece of spaghetti thrown at random, I don’t know what does.

I will also point out that Noodle doesn’t just describe his bendy ability.  He is also a noodle head if I ever met one.  Look – he thinks he is hiding:

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Where’s Sherlock? I don’t see Sherlock. Do you see Sherlock? Geeze!!!

So I say this day forward, Sherlock the Standard Poodle just be know as Noodle the Poodle. And it is so.

It’s In My Mouth Monday – A very good reason!

Sherlock blogging today.sherlock in my mouth blue toy

For today’s It’s In My Mouth Monday, I picked a blue springy toy that has four – yes, that’s right – four squeakers in it. ¬†Do I have it in my mouth because it is springy? No. Do I have it in my mouth because it is my favorite color blue? No. Do I have it in my mouth because of the squeakers in it? While that is a bonus, no.

I have it in my mouth because Shasta wants to play with it. And that is the best reason of all!!!

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Just Do It

Sherlock blogging today.

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Don’t fight it. Give into the urge. I was cute as a puppy and I am stunning as a two year old. ¬†You want to buy me things. But you aren’t sure what such a magnificent creature would find worthy as a gift.

I will give you some help. ¬†If it squeaks; it is good. ¬†If it smells like it is dead, rotting, or deep fried; it is good. If it is produced by Oscar Meyer, Spam, or Chicken of the Sea; it is good. ¬†If it bounces and fits in my mouth; it is good. ¬†If it falls into the¬†Rodentia order; it is good. If it has stuffing that I can rip out and spread all over the floor; it is good.¬†If Momma Mim says I can’t have it; it is great.

So go ahead and look at that face and follow your instincts. If you don’t know where I live and can’t give it to me directly, take it to your local animal rescue. The karma will get back to me sooner or later.

What I Learned From My Dogs Today – Velcro Manufacturing Explained

Momma Mim guest blogging today.

I use to love Mr. Roger’s “how it is made” films. It is how I learned how crayons, fortune cookies, and rubber balls came to be. If I had a magic wand, everything on earth would come with an attached card explaining it’s existence. But some things are self explanitory when it comes to where it is from. Velcro for example.

It is very plain to me that Velcro is produced from shearing poodles. I am not sure where these poodle farms are РNew Zealand perhaps? But somewhere there are acres and acres of poodle filled land meeting the demand for Velcro worldwide.

How am I quite sure of this? Let’s look at the evidence. ¬†For starters, poodles are Velcro. Just ask anyone who has had one. They stick to you no matter what you are doing.

Going to the loo…

dogs bathroom

Out on the town….

shasta at bar lapdog

Kicking back on the sofa….

shasta velcro

When attempting to do sit ups….

dogs sit ups

And not only are they attached to you every time you turn around, everything else sticks to them. ¬†Leaves (small and large) …

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Small purple flowers…..

sherlock in ear

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Not to mention all kinds of other oddball items….

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They are like dryer sheets. They stick to everything including the clean laundry….

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They even stick to each other….

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My dream is to one day be able to visit one of the poodle ranches during round-up and shearing and then watch as they make the final product. I also wish Mr. Rodgers was still around to enlighten the masses. As for now, I need to go brush my teeth while attached to my two spoos and hope the toothpaste doesn’t find it’s way to stick on them.

Tongue Out Tuesday – TV Tastes Better

Shasta writing today.

I know that you have heard that we dogs have a great sense of smell, but Sherlock is convinced he has a great sense of taste too. The coconut head can taste TV. He insists on hanging that long tongue of his out of his mouth every now and then to get the flavor of what he is watching.  I had video of him slowed down from when he was watching the tube. If you watch for a while (around the 1:42 mark,) you will see him wagging that long pink set of taste buds in an attempt to see if his favorite show taste like chicken.

I have tried it without luck although Momma Mim’s cell phone sometimes tastes like chicken – especially if she has just eaten chicken – so I keep trying. ¬†I hate it when Sherlock can do something I can’t. I hope he trips on that darn tongue!

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What I Learned From My Dogs Today – I’m Not Saying Your Child Looks Like a Dog…

Momma Mim being allowed to blog today:

The results are in. ¬†The average dog is as smart as the average two year old human. ¬†So my advice today goes for bare skinned, as well as fur covered, kids. Put this to memory: if you don’t want to do something for the rest of your life, don’t do it even once for your child/dog.

I learned this the hard way with my two footed child. I made the mistake one time of cutting his sandwich in triangles instead of rectangles. Now, I am destined to stress over geometry every time I make one. When I am in an assisted living retirement home and my 65 year old son comes to visit, I will still have to make sure he is not served anything with four sides – three it is for eternity. If you do it and they like it: game over.

No squares

It hit me this applied to dogs as well when I had my dearly departed Shandy. ¬†Shandy would sit at my feet every day while I put on my make up. ¬†One day I decided to let her smell my blush. It was so cute how her little nose went into action. The next day I let her smell my lipstick before I put it on. ¬†Then I got a new makeup brush and, without thinking it through, used the old one and tickled her nose with it. ¬†The monster was born. From then on out, even if I didn’t have time to put my own makeup, hers had to be done. She wouldn’t go pee until she had her NARS bronzer on. ¬†And if she didn’t get to smell check my lipstick for the day she would pitch a fit. ¬†I will admit I would give anything to put a dot of foundation on her nose just once more, but at the time it was heck.

shandy nose

She was such a diva.

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My current problem I created by not following my own advice involves coconut oil. ¬†I have used this on my face as a moisturizer for decades. ¬†Lately, a blog made it’s way around touting all the great uses for it. The one that caught my eye was that it was good for dogs. So, one night after rubbing some into my cheeks, I called the dogs over to see if they would like the taste. Uggggg. My nightly routine for the last few months is now this: brush my teeth, wash my face, and put coconut oil on my face while being stared at, give Sherlock the opportunity to lick any remaining oil off my fingers, feel sorry for Shasta not getting any and scooping her out some, give into Sherlock’s whining because Shasta got a scoop and he only got a lick and get more for him, give into Shasta’s whining because Sherlock got to lick my finger’s twice and she only got to lick it once and get more out for her, cave to Sherlock’s pestering because Shasta….. you get the drift.

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And it has to be off my fingers. I got a spoon but did not want to put the spoon back in the jar after the dogs licked it and they had no patience waiting for me to wash it. I then put it on little plates, but the idea of me still having a remaining molecule left on my fingers made the plates mute. Now I scoop some with a spoon and let them lick it off my digits. Everyone is happy. Well, except me. I resent the fact every night I am required to become a coconut flavored lollipop.

So the moral of the story is: think about your every action when it comes to your pups/offspring! It may only take a second and not seem like a big deal at the time, but if you do something for your babies once, the 7,529,462 times you will have to repeat it will wear you down.

And for the record – child approved….

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Poodle approved….

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