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Tales (and tails) of The Flufinator

Absence does NOT make the heart grow fonder!

Well, mom's latest effort to calm me down while she is out at church, or the store, or the post office, or whatever....this
silly "thunder shirt." Yeah, I know it's a cool looking wrap, matches my coloring....but it won't make me happy when she's away from me. She's tried so hard, done so much, that maybe I gotta rethink some of the naughty stuff I do when she's not here....like getting on the coffee table and scratching the finish....like trashing her office area (I love those filled wastebaskets!), or shredding carpet if I accidentally get closed in a room....or worst, leaving poop on the carpet. When she comes home I leap, I "talk" and whine, and pant....this way she has to give me a treat to calm me right down.
Poor Mom....I have her in the middle of my cute little paws.....
but she still goes out.
Sigh. Maybe I need to up the ante? Naw.........

A Half Breed?

Oh boy. When my mom gets something in her head, lookout! Now she has decided that I am not a full blooded Shih Tzu, but a Shih Tzu/Lhasa Apso mix. Or somewhere down the recent line, I have some Lhasa in me. This Tzu breeder that was on a yahoo group with her told her years ago she thought I was part Lhasa. She said my skull conformation is very Lhasa.
Well all that kinda died down and Mom forgot it. Then while surfing around the good old Internet recently, she found a description of the Lhasa personality. OMG, she cried, that is Fluffy Lee to a "t" !! She says my natural cautious reserve is very Lhasa, and my easily hurt feelings (which I deal with by withdrawing when I am hurt or displeased) is just sooooooooo Lhasa. I tend to be a loner (except with Pookie) and am definitely a "one person dog" --
But so what? I'm not into stuff like purebred status and all that. I don't care what kind of genes I have. Just feed me and give me belly rubs and let me sleep in the bed at night and I'm one happy guy!
Mom is really reading all of that to find out how best to respond to my "unique personality" and to make me a happy boy.
Silly lady, mom. Her love is all I need to be a happy boy, and I already have that.
Beside, Pookie the Princess is all the royalty we need in this family, lol!

A guy who should write more!

My BFF, Coco Rose, asked me was there only 2 entries in My Diary....and I got so ashamed! Yup, I'm a guy who should write more, but you know guys,
we are more action, less contemplation.It's been a good year for me...heading into my 3rd year with my beloved Mom and adopted sister Pookie. My allergies have stabilized, I've trimmed down, weight wise (attention to all you big dawgs out there, that does NOT mean I can't whup ya still!!!). Unless I'm in a new place or situation, I'm pretty friendly with the people around where we live....I don't want Miss Hog-the-Spotlight Pookie to get all the affection and compliments, after all.
Mom says I am improving my "garbage surfing" ways....that means she watches me like a hawk when I am out so I don't dig up stuff and wolf it down.
Darn, a guy can't even have fun sometimes! Mom means well....she doesn't like seeing me get sick after a garbage run, lol!
After a pre-Valentines day bummer of having another pretty girl Tzu kinda dump me for someone else, I have a wonderful BFF, Coco Rose. This girl knows how to give, how to care, and I betcha she is loyal as the day is long.
Her Mom is a wonderful lady, like my Mom is. I sure feel blessed to have Coco Rose in my life!
Just got a major hair cut change a few days ago....check out my video to see...Mom says it's a bit drastic but should take a while to grow out and perhaps I will be less difficult to groom when my hair grows in. Yeah, right Mom. Sure. And pigs can fly, too! I mean, all this fancy hair do stuff is really for the ladies, ya know? I like my new lean and mean look.
It's just fine that Pookie has to spend all this time being brushed and de matted and fussed over....leaves me time for more interesting pursuits....like doing security detail in the parking lot, checking out everyone to make sure they meet my standards and that they're gonna be nice to mom, or at least neutral.
So that's my life, fellow Dogsters. Oh---forgot to tell ya how I give Mom the guilt when she comes home from working or just being out a while. I leap and cry, so she ends up giving both of us some Dentabone as a treat. I get more treats than Pookie, cuz I've learned to go into the kitchen when Mom's cutting up veggies....I do get lots of them!
Well, ya'll Happy Tails to you. The Flufinator signing out here.