Merry Christmas - Ya'll

We had a wonderful Christmas party the other night. It was good to see old friends again. My human threw a party/cookie swap in my honor. I especially enjoyed all the nibbles the humans brought. I probably over-enjoyed all the nibbles, because I didn't even want my Milk Bone at store closing. Oooh, those sausage rolls will get you every time.

Did I mention that Santa came to visit us. I wasn't overly thrilled to sit on his lap. I thought about showing him how I felt about it by leaving a reminder of me there, but I am too much of a lady. He really needn't have commuted all that way before Christmas just on my behalf. A text would have been fine. Anyway, my human got a picture of me being smothered in his big mittened paws and white brillo-pad of a beard and that seemed to make her smile. I assure you I wasn't smiling. I think they got one last picture of Santa only managing to hold my backlegs as I vaulted off his lap. Sometimes we, the staff, must endure the strangest things to make management happy. Thankfully this holiday comes but once a year. Soon, he can go back to the North Pole and suffocate a reindeer or two and I won't mind a bit.


As usual, I mingled at the party, giving each visitor some quality time with me next to them. Nothing too overt, mind you. I didn't try to crawl on their laps with their plates. I just laid next to them with my head on their leg, looking up with longing eyes at their faces. (I learned this move from a Cocker Spaniel of my acquaintance. It seemed to work better for him, either because he had HUGE eyes, or because he didn't have a human nearby telling everyone that he doesn't eat people food.... the nerve...jheesh.)

Still working on my 'pitiful-me' technique. I definitely have the 'cute' down.

We are going to have special holiday hours coming up at the store and that means more time at home to knit and lay on my human's feet. I can't wait. I need some down-time. This new building is great in that it has plenty of windows to look out and no skateboards zooming by. I can see the parking lot quite clearly, so I have plenty of time to get my tail cranked into wagging mode. But, the floorspace is big, and I am on my feet all day checking on this customer and that. And ever since my human rearranged the yarn shelves, I've been having to relearn my circumnavigation. Quite frankly, I'm pooped.  (But, better pooped out than pooped on, I say.) Anyway, It'll be great to just relax in front of the fireplace and dream of sugar plum-flavored DentaStix.

Merry Christmas to all and to all, a peaceful night.

ps. my human says she'll post my Santa strangling picture here as soon as it gets sent to her by the elves. ...yeah, whatever

Bye Bye to Bentley

Way past my bedtime

The other night we had a big bash to send Bentley and his human, Denise, off to their new home in Oklahoma. Lots of folks showed up and everyone brought food.... oh yeah.

Bentley says he is going to like his new home. He has already met his neighbors and said they are real salt-of-the-earth types, not at all stuck-up like Yorkies.... (wait, do you think he meant me?)

He'll probably get an Okey twang and listen to country western stations. He says we can keep in touch via his Twitter page. (He thinks he is so cool because he has a Twitter page. Yes, but he doesn't have his own blog!

Salon night gone terribly wrong... heh heh heh

Fourth of July Bash at My Crib

Dang, it was hot over the holidays. This year we decided to forego the parade and spend all day hanging out with friends at the pool. I didn't want to get my lovely hair wet, but as usual, Athena (aka. the big Lummux) kept doing cannonballs into the pool and splashing me. What a goofball!. I had to have a salon day just to wash all the chlorine out so that my hair so it didn't turn green.

My human made strawberry shortcake, which she didn't want me to have. Thank heavens, her friends are easily bribed.

Good friends, good food, good fun, even with stupid St. Bernards.

Talk to the Paw

So, Bentley and his human came over last Therapy Thursday night. He thinks he is just 'all that', just because he is blonde and has a great haircut. You can tell him for me that just because my Human thinks he is adorable and he barks with real enthusiasm doesn't mean I am impressed. Maybe if he brought a bone or something....

Save me, please

Lending a Yelping Paw

My TLD program is very successful.
Customers just lap it up.

 

Some folks haven't been feeling well this Spring, with all the allergies and surgeries and such. So, recently I have begun a special TLD (Tender Loving Dog) program. When someone drives up that I know, I now offer curb-side service and greet each person as they get out of the car. It seems to make them feel extra special.

(Of course, I still bark at the kids on skateboards. They really shouldn't be riding those dangerous things on the sidewalk. Do you know what one of those wheels will do to your paws?)

Anyway, the second part of my campaign is to work on the very quiet folks during Thursday evening get togethers. When they don't talk much, I go over and curl up next to them. Not only do I keep them extra warm, but when I fall asleep on my back, they can rub my belly and it gives them something to do when they don't feel like knitting.

Patriotic Pooch

Part of my regular duties involves bolstering the spirits of our enlisted men and women who come to the shop. My human and her customers knit helmet liners for them, and that is all well and good. But, it is no substitute for an encouraging lick or friendly wag-o-the-tail to let them know they are loved. Fortunately, I excel at these qualities. 

 Look, I have my camo on too.

Spring has Sprung

Seems only yesterday that my human pulled out my swanky sweater, and now it is time to pack it away gently and go commando. It's been a very strange Spring, one day hot, one day cold. Brrr. I much prefer the Summer. That reminds me, I have to check that the pool is ready to go swimming.

My Sunday-best sweater in Mountain Colors Wool and Silk Twizzle.