2 Hussies, Jack, A Possible New Tart and Some Pieces Of Wonderful.

It's already 2 days since Ms Jarolim and Ms Burkert's Fun and Helpful Questionnaire.

My Typist did not move from the couch yesterday. She read blog after blog on the linkylink. She didn't even stop for lunch. It was only by sheer luck that she remembered to feed Mr Thumper and me our little afternoon tea.

By the end of the day, she had finished reading and commenting on at least [possibly] twenty [20] blogs. My Typist is not the fastest human on the planet. If she wants to take this job of making me a star seriously, she'll have to sign up for a speed-reading and speed-typing course. Life would be so much easier if I had opposable thumbs and could read.

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This morning, 12 long e.x.c.r.u.t.i.a.t.i.n.g.l.y boring days after My Surgery, I was finally allowed to play with my friends again! My humans coddle me too much.

When I got to the park, The 2 Hussies were already there. Shortly after, J*a*c*k arrived!

We all ran up to say, "Hello there xox good morning xox You Gorgeous Boyoxoxoxo!"

The 2 Hussies [Mana and Tora], me&Jack and Some Strange Dog who wandered by.

Jack got all shy and ran away. He can be such a boofhead. The 2 Hussies think that just because they have pyjama parties with Jack that he's theirs. That's ridiculous! I decided I'd best pee on Jack to tell them so, and I did.

I know, I know. It wasn't very ladylike. But some things are more important than being A Lady.

Sorry I don't have any pictures to go with my true story. My Cushion didn't want any evidence of my bad manners to go onto the i.n.t.e.r.n.e.t. But he did take these ones.

Jack thought his human would protect him from The 2 Hussies and me. As if anything could stand in the way of True Love.

Coco turned up too, late as usual. I like Coco a lot. I don't know how many best friends I'm allowed to have but she's one of them.  

I wonder why Coco went up to Jack. Does it look suspicious to you? I do hope she's not turning into A Young Tart.

She even tried to cosy up to Mr Thumper. WHAT was she thinking? 

 

Coco and I played a bit but I got puffed out, thanks to my 12-day break.

I wish Coco could come live in our little house. She would be much more fun than crabby old Mr Thumper. Sometimes, she tries to sneak into the car when we're coming home but she always gets found out because she's too big to hide.

That might have to be it for now. My Typist says she has to go do other stuff like cleaning the bathrooms. Good help is so hard to find.

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a p.s. from the one with opposable thumbs.

Inspired by a comment from Ms Clune, I've decided to give out some Best Comment Awards. Here they are -


* The Really Nice Phrase [which I'm using without prior permission] Award goes to the beautiful, lissome and damn it! smart  Ms Alison!

* The Long-Suffering Good Friend Who Taught Me A New Word Award goes to the not-so-hirsute Ms Chapeuzinho!

* The Most Funny Hysterical Inspired Award goes to tEll-A tail  Tell-A-Tale!

* The By Golly! Locals Who Comment Will Wonders Never Cease? Award goes to JickJack and Litl Red Devils!

And finally,

* The Little Pieces Of Wonderful Award goes to everyone else! Thank you for the Kind Words of Encouragement. It's such a relief to know that at least 20 people out of 6 billion are now reading the blog.

p.p.s. To fully appreciate the Awards and the story of The 2 Hussies, you might have to look at the comments section of the last post.

Alternatively, you could just ignore I ever said this.

Tchau!

Our answers to Some Deep and Meaningful Questions from Ms Jarolim and Ms Burkert.

"Oi!!!"

"What YOU lookin' at?"

First, let me start with a lovely picture quite a few pictures of the Very Opinionated Dog without whom there wouldn't be a blog.

"I am NOT so opinionated!"

Right. Enough of that. Let's get started. I'm following The Jarolim-Burkert Guideline because it's just easier that way.

Q1. When did you begin your blog?
A. In 3 days, it'll be exactly 1 year.

Q2.  What was your original purpose for starting a blog?
A.  To rant about yappy littledogs on long leashes tripping us up on busy narrow sidewalks and ferociously attacking Georgia's kneecaps. Also, their couldn't-care-less owners who think it's funny, cute and rather heroic of their littledogs to do so.

Q3.  Is your current purpose the same?
A. Good God, NO! Life's too short to maintain a rant [in public]. Also, from my hours of bloghopping [and real life conversations on the street], I've found that this is a common complaint concern of bigdog owners everywhere, and I mean Everywhere. A shared misery concern is less of one.

Besides, Georgia has many spunky littledog friends [with lovely owners who care a lot] and it would be wrong, stupid and rude of me to generalise.

So I would say the CURRENT purpose of the blog is to badger friends and family with pictures and stories about how cute the dogs are, how many interesting friends they have, the yummy stuff they eat, how Rufus is coping, how Georgia is becoming A Lady, how cute the dogs are and finally, how cute they are. In short, nothing important.

"Oi! again. Is there some good reason why you're putting a picture of Mr Thumper next to the word *cute*?"

 I Did Have A Tiny Dream  In the early gungho months, I was hoping that the blog might function as a bulletin board of what was happening in our local dog community, with input from other dog owners via their comments. I even tried creating an events section for doggie meetups.

Unfortunately, the locals who read this blog probably don't do so as regularly as a blogger might. Most, sadly, have never even posted a comment. So I'm giving up on that aspect, except for serious stuff like The Poisonings.

Q4.  Do you blog on a schedule or as the spirit moves you?
A. The spirit thingy. Blogging is strictly for fun. Schedules are NOT. Anything more than 6 posts a month is good for me.

Q4a. Do I worry about losing traffic?
A.  WHAT traffic?

If The Other Half, Sisters 1 and 2, uncle STeve, Ms Chapeuzinho and Mr Prab stop reading this blog, they won't hear the end of it. !I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Q4b.  Do I worry about losing momentum?
A. No, I worry more about putting out a pointless post. Except, ahem, I have quite a few of those too.

Q5.  Are you generating income from your blog?
A.  No.

Q5a.  If not currently, do you hope to in the future?
A.  Not really. That sounds like w.o.r.k.

[BTW, The Other Half vehemently disagrees, and thinks I should try harder to make Georgia A Star So He Can Retire On A Ranch Like 7MSN.]

Q6.  What do you like most about blogging in general...
A.  Blogging [even reading blogs] is new to me [read all about it here, here and here] so the whole process has been fascinating. Like one of Georgia's Let's Get Lost Walks, exploring unfamiliar territory is exciting, heady stuff.

Q6a.  ...and your blog in particular [bragging is good!]?
A.  I must say, I DO like a few of my stories. Apart from that, nothing really. There are too many go*rgeous  (gôr′jəs)  Interesting  Blogs^^ out there for me to brag more.

Q7.  What do you like least...
A.  ...about blogging? - it can be a bit like high school - rather tribal. This could just be paranoia on my part. Anyone else think so?

...about your blog? - my free template that I don't know how to improve or change. Crappy pictures. And the fact that I'll probably have to start paying a bank-breaking 5 dollars a year to Picasa for the rest of my life, right after this lot of uploads.

Q8.  How do you see your blog changing or growing in 2011?
A.  I'm in a quandry because I have the proverbial attention of a gnat. Who would have thought I'd still be doing this after a whole year? Not me.

Plus, Georgia has grown into A Somewhat Serious Young Lady with no issues to speak of really [YAY! for that!] which means I have no more stories to tell [unless I move into pure fiction].

So I've been tossing around 3 possibilities:

1. Finish up the blog and reclaim my life [i.e. start cleaning and cooking again - very tempting I know.]

OR

2. Transit into a holding pattern, maybe post once a month. If that happens, I'll probably make the blog private, open only to family, friends and interested [haha] readers.

OR

3. Somehow, as is.

"Hey! Why don't you tell everyone about our shopping trip? The one where you bought that puffy gingham pinafore that makes you look like a balloon?"

"Ooo...I DO like that shoe!"

I started thinking about this in December last year and was hoping to have figured it out by now. Hah!

Random Other Thoughts.
There are questions and issues scattered in various posts throughout the blog that I would have loved some comments on. But I didn't get the [friendly] dialogue I hoped for, maybe because...please refer A. to Q4a.

Here's one. Never too late to put in your 2 cents:)

This blog was never meant to be serious. In fact, it's nothing more than a diary of Georgia's days, and [hopefully] a mirror of her personality. Like her, it's a work-in-progress.

I suspect that, at the end of her time with us, I'll be very glad that this pictorial diary is what we have. I have no doubt that it'll be exactly what we need.

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Thanks to Edie Jarolim and Amy Burkert for organising this fun and helpful questionnaire!

"Are you done? I'm bored."

"You spend way too much time on this blog. Let's go do something exciting! How about one of those walks you're always telling people about? It'd be fun to do it for real, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, and don't forget to bring the treats please."

Woeful Wednesday.

Sad.

I chucked up again this morning. It was my 2nd time in 4 days. It's okay, I'm not sick. It was just the antibiotics. Lucky I don't have to take them anymore. 

I could see all the lovely pieces of meat in the puddle. I tried eating them up because I don't like to waste food. My stay-at-home human started screaming so I had to stop. It was sad.

After that, I had to eat oatmeal with bloodwood honey all day because she ran out of angophora. Yum.

I'm being sarcastic.

Sadder still.

My humans sometimes see dogs living on the streets in the city. 

These 2 dogs were very good and calm. They didn't run away, even when their human went walkabout. There was a little bowl near the dogs, so humans who felt sad for them could give them money.

I don't know if the money really goes to buying the dogs liver and biscuits and things to make them happy.

My humans don't think it's right for the dogs to be begging like that. But the dogs don't seem hungry, sick or hurt. Just Very Very Sad.

I'm glad I don't live on the street anymore.

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Rewritten,  thanks to a comment from grrl. Love this ...interactive blogging!