Well all the brushing and fluffing was for a specific reason. The FG was in a dog show. The beauty pageant type show. He hasn’t been in one in a LONG time. Her highness decided to wait until he “matured.” And that designation is open to interpretation. I mean, can a guy be considered to be mature if he still tosses blueberries? I think not.

It was recommended by several people that her highness NOT show the FG herself. She gets kind of nervous. Which is crazy because she could speak on live radio or TV or could do a talk for hundreds of people and not get nervous. But make her run around a ring for 30 seconds with a dog, and she’s a nervous wreck.

So her highness’ friend Glenda offered to show the FG. Kind of like kids who behave better for the babysitter. Her highness thought Glenda could work her dog whisperer magic and get some big ribbons with the boy.

The first sign of trouble was when Glenda took the FG to practice a bit. He would do NOTHING for her – he was too busy looking for her highness – who was hiding down behind a dog crate. The things humans do. At first it looked like Glenda wouldn’t be able to even take him in the ring. But THEN, they discovered Heather’s doggie crack. Heather shows her Boston Terriers and her husband.”, Allan shows their Old English Sheepdog, Connor.

Heather had baked some kind of liver cake. Also known as doggie crack. Now we know the FG is better known as the Picky Picard. But not when it came to Heather’s famous liver cake. The FG has always liked Glenda. But Glenda plus liver cake was a whole new entity. He didn’t care the least bit where her highness was. He would go anywhere following that liver cake.

Unfortunately, despite Glenda’s excellent handling AND the liver cake, they got no big ribbons. Reportedly, though, if they gave out congeniality prizes, he would have a great shot at winning. The Boy Scouts who help out at the shows STILL remember him. And he’s quite happy to greet humans and canines alike. Pity there is no prize for that.

Meanwhile, Einstein and I guarded the homestead. And one of our kind neighbors, Pam, came over to give me my pills mid-afternoon. Since I am on my new medication schedule, I need my meds at 7AM, 3PM, 7PM and 11PM. Epilepsy is not an easy condition to control… But we seem to be back on track again.

The FG has another show this morning and then they’ll be home this afternoon. Who knows what Sunday will hold. Better him than me – I’ll pass on all the brushing.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Can you feel it? We did. Yesterday morning on our constitutional- we felt a tiny taste of Fall. It was noticeably cooler and rather refreshing. The crispness provided extra energy for attempts at peeing on every green recycling bin we passed as we walked down the road. Her highness caught every attempt, but she missed the mark (pun intended) when we passed one of those traffic construction signs that are still on our road. I hit it and so did Einstein. Score!!! Her highness must have been busy with her eyes to the sky – as I said it was a perfect morn.

The other day, her highness did a drug run. Not to worry- it was perfectly legal. First stop – the human pharmacy. Where she walks in and the pharmacy assistant says “You must be here for Viktor.” I’ve never met them- but for some reason they know all about me. Seems they should have my portrait hanging behind the counter. Her highness got one of my drugs there. Good thing the store gives “points” for money spent…

Next stop. The vet. To pick up one of Einstein’s medications. The place was PACKED with zombies. Her highness was glad none of us was with her. She witnessed a woman with two small dogs on flexi leashes. They were roaming all around the room while the woman/ zombie inattentively chatted with the girls at the desk. One Of her dogs put his face right up to the crate of a cat. The zombie said “It’s OK – he’s used to cats.” Ummmm hello – maybe the cat in the crate ISN’T used to dogs. Like I said – zombies. Of course one of her two dogs had a giant poop right in the middle of the floor in front of the reception desk. I kid you not. It’s the place to poop. Then the zombie had no bag. Someone handed her one, she scooped and then asked one of the girls at the desk where to put it. Her highness needed to button her lips. The girl pointed to the trash can outside. The zombie put it on the floor and said she would just leave it there until she got her bill. Luckily they calculated it quickly.

Besides the zombies, her highness saw three friends there as well. They are from her “dog community”. And you can be sure they didn’t act like zombies. They know better.

Yesterday her highness came home sporting new attire. Well not really attire – more like an “accessory”. She had to wear a 24 hour blood pressure monitor. Seems when she goes to her doctor, her blood pressure is high. Some call it White Coat Syndrome. Anyway, to check it, she had to wear this thing that inflates like every 30 minutes.

At first she thought she should go to the beach. That’s relaxing and probably lowers her pressure. But they are still doing that construction on the road – and after sitting In traffic and waiting to get through it, she figured her pressure was now high – so she might as well go home rather than get caught it in twice. Einstein warned us that we needed to behave. To keep her pressure low. Like THAT ever happens.

She had planned to mow the lawn. BUT -since she couldn’t take the thing off to shower, she instead decided to just READ on the deck. At first she had over 150 lbs of dog in her lap – on a lawn chair – but we finally settled down. And hopefully, so did her pressure.

Something is going on this weekend. I’m not sure what – but she certainly has been trying an assortment of brushes on the FG. Which is pointless because no matter WHAT grooming tool you use on him, he ALWAYS looks the same. I’m not sure what it’s all about – but I’ll keep you posted.

So that’s our story of nothing. I hope your day is crisp and clear, and your pressure stays low!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Well her highness is chuckling. We said we wouldn’t write every day. And we are not. But when something dog-astrophic happens – we have to share. BTW – why do cats get the credit for earth shattering events? Mind you, the term catastrophe is not really all that positive. The cats can keep the term . And really, this story isn’t ALL bad…

But before our story – a HUGE sloppy lick and thank you for all your wonderful comments about my blog. We are humbled and grateful for your feedback. As her highness said- this started as a chihuahua and somehow morphed into a Saint Bernard. And the feeding requirements were very different. And now that her highness is “retired” – she is in a “no commitment” mode. For the next little while anyway. WE are her commitment. As it should be! But we WILL share – if the story arises. And you know us.

First- the bad news. I had a you-know-what. Her highness thinks she causes them. HOWEVER – it is more likely due to the fact that she “adjusted” one of my meds when she returned from her trip – because she was seeing more medication side effects. Like rear end weakness. I’m far from coordinated – although it didn’t interfere with a long-awaited game of fetch the other night (because the temperature had cooled off). Nor did my rear ended weakness prevent me from balancing on my back legs to counter surf- and get a mouthful from her highness’ bowl of cereal….

Anyway. I had a seizure at 2:30 AM. And unfortunately, peed during it. So, I was pretty rank the next morning. Rank by human standards anyway.

So her highness decided I need a bath. But first – a good brushing.

During the groom-a-thon, I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t make the already difficult task any easier. I had a TINY problem. I kept passing gas. I think it was too many blueberries the day before. Her highness mumbled that she should be wearing a gas mask. She’s so funny. Not.

Anyway, after the brushing it was time for the bath. She got me all lathered up. ALL lathered up. She’s about to start rinsing me off – and there’s a knock at the front door. The doorbell has been broken since I was a pup. Her highness freezes. She looks like she just got up – because she hasn’t even showered yet. A picture of raw beauty. Not to mention the fact that she is wet. And I look like an ad for bubble bath soap. She groans. Another knock.

By this time, Einstein is throwing himself at the door doing his best Cujo routine. Her highness scoops me in my soapy attire and puts me on the floor. I immediately roll in the dusty garage floor. She goes to the door to find the Power Company meter reader guy. Our meter is outside- in the dog yard – and the gate is locked. She opens the door a crack like some scary hermit and tells him she’ll open the gate. She runs Through the garage and outside to the dog yard and tugs at the horizontal wooden board that keeps the gate secure. As she goes to push open the gate, with the guy standing on the other side, out of nowhere comes a sopping wet, bubble soapy creature – who immediately tries to escape. The Power Company guy leaps backward – while her highness grabs me from behind.

She grabs me and as he goes the enter the fenced area, the board which her highness had propped up, falls, and narrowly missed hitting the guy on the head. I’ve never seen a meter reader guy move so quickly. Between strange looking soapy creatures, a scary, wet woman, the sounds of Cujo and boards falling on him, it is no wonder he wanted to leave. Quickly.

Just a normal day in our house….

As you can see, our blog has a new home. Hopefully this will be a more user friendly site. For us and for you. We still plan other changes….

Thank you again for your support. We will share our intermittent posts in Facebook- which will link to this site. You can subscribe and follow here – there is no fee – and you’ll get an email whenever we post. We have our very own URL: http://www.viktorsviews.com. Whatever that means. As I said, we will post intermittently. You never know when there will be a post. We could go for two weeks without posting – and then we may post for three days in a row. It all depends on our behavior…..

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

The following message is from my human.  She never writes – she’s just the typist, so this must be serious.

Well folks.  As you may have noticed, our ads are again gone.  When we were approached to put ads on our site, we were reluctant to do so.  We felt that they clutter up the site – but we felt if there was a chance to actually earn some biscuit money, we should give it a shot. We spent loads of time setting it up.  And we mentioned it to you – our readers.  Turns out you cannot encourage readers in any way to click ads.  That was never stated up front – we would never have done so if we knew that was breaking some rule.  I’m not sure it WAS a rule back then – but it is now.

One more week.  And they disappear into that mysterious place her highness calls “the closet.”  What is disappearing? The white pants.

August 24. And it’s National Waffle Day. Of course it is.  When I looked up dogs and waffles, I found out several things:

https://inspiration.kenmore.com/dog-waffles-easy-4-ingredient-dog-treat/

So the FG is normal.  Well at least his elbows and his hips are normal.  He passed his “tests” – clearly it was something he didn’t need to study for.  He got his X-ray results while her highness was away and his hips are “good” and his elbows are “normal”.  I’m waiting for the psychological tests to come back.  He’s back to tossing around blueberries again.  OK – there  really AREN’T any psychological tests. But it’s a good thing based on the blueberry behavior.  I mean what dog in his right mind tosses around edibles?!  Mind you, I am hearing that it is “normal” PICARD behavior.  He’s a new story every day.

Well, she’s back.  She arrived home looking haggard but happy.  She reportedly spent the WHOLE day waiting to fly home to us.  She rushed through airports and probably lost 5lbs sweating as she hurried to make her connecting flight.  She finally rolled in at around 2AM.  The sitter had left us at around 11 PM – when she knew her highness was on the last leg of her journey.  We had basically settled down for the night. Imagine our surprise when she came in!