Monday, December 24, 2007


It's Christmas Eve Day. The most beautiful time of year. I can remember my first Christmas in New York with Herself and AuntJ. Oh...it was soooo beautiful.

I was thinking about whose Birthday it is. A very special Baby was born in a manger somewhere in the desert a very long time ago. Along with the Baby and his Mommy and Daddy and other visitors who came, I know there were animals, sheep, big funny looking things called camels, (what is going on with that back of theirs?) and other creatures ... but no dogs. Not even a little one like me. I would have come, if I knew. But I didn't get the message. It was, after all, a very long time ago and I wasn't born yet. I understand from Herself that the message came from angels and a very bright star that was shinning in the dark sky to lead the way to where the Baby was born.

I love little babies, we talk whenever I see one. I look in their eyes and tell them things (silently) and they tell me about their little lives, up to now. I usually tell them that they are going to have a wonderful time here learning all kinds of things and meeting lots of different people and other babies. I then tell him or her that I'm really glad to have met them. I love to talk to little 'creatures' like me. You'd be surprised what they tell me, even before they can speak words.

It's Christmas and I wish you a most blessed and peaceful day and a wonderful new year. Remember, to reach out and make someone happy. I'm a very happy dog. I tell Herself and AuntJ and all my other human friends that all the time, mostly by just letting them know that there is no other place in the whole world than I would rather be than with them and they tell me, mostly by feeding me, hugs, playtime and kisses, lots of kisses. What could be better than that? And I have so many friends, who I just love to see and play with. I'm a very lucky dog.

Joy and Peace to the world. Love to all the little children, in Mangers and carriages everywhere. And love to all my fellow dogs all over the world, too.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

My Latest Hair Cut, or Who Ever Taught Her How to Groom????

I went (actually, I was taken) to one of those chic hair grooming places on Lexington Avenue. I knew instantly that I was in (as President Bush 41 would say) (and it's probably appropriate for me to say) deep doo doo, when I was carried into this place. My then long hairs stood straight up and I knew I was not in for a pleasant day ... I just knew it.

Very expensive thingies all around for us dogs; the finest outfits, the prettiest bags, the most decadent treats, everything to make us and our humans think this dog world is probably too good for us dogs ... but I'm diverted ... it's a place where you would think I would want to hang out, but I got this really strange feeling and tried to tell Herself in my various ways like trying to squiggle out of her arms to make a hasty retreat but no, she held on tight.

A very long explanation followed from Herself to the groomer, who came out from the back room to get instructions and get me. I heard Herself tell her what length my hair should be cut (not short just shortened a bit), how my face should look (clean around my eyes with other precise details), yes, it was alright to cut my topknot, watch out for my tummy (I get scratched there easily), and then Herself repeated it all again. "Ok" "Sure" "I got it", this not-for-primetime-grooming groomer said and off she carried me to the back room. I squiggled and wiggled and whimpered but to no avail. I was stuck and not happy and, worse of all, not sure I would ever see Herself again. Would she come back and rescue me? (She just stopped typing and translating this down for me and said "Oh Mystical, don't be so silly.")

You know, reliving that day is already so exhausting that I need to lie down and nap ... so I'll continue this story in another post.

Suspense will build about what happened in that back room with that 'I-just-learned-how-to- groom, groomer'. I'll leave you hanging while I nap...

Sunday, December 2, 2007

This Dog's Delight





It's here - the first snow arriving in the early days of December. I was watching out my window. Have you ever noticed that each snowflake makes it's way down without bumping into another snowflake. How do they do that? Dogs bump into things all the time.

I was running down the hallway of my building the other day, playing with Herself, and I turned around so fast to catch my toy that I bumped my head into the wall. What was that doing there, I wondered? Of course, it was always there and I should have remembered.

But snowflakes are these gentle things that float down in a kind of dance, almost a waltz, and never bump into anything until they come to a halt onto a tree limb or rooftop or sidewalk or nose of a little baby in her crib. Snowflakes are one of my favorite things. I think snow is actually angels fluffing their wings.

I'm staying in today and watch the snow fall, so I'll wait for you by the door. Wait a minute! How can I look out the window at the snow and sit by the door at the same time?

I know ~I'll run back and forth.