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I'm All That and a Bag 'o Bones!

Max tagged me!

June 4th 2007 8:56 am
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My cutie-pie friend, Max, tagged me last week! OK, so here are the rules of this fun game:
(Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

-----------------------------My 7 Pawsome Facts-----------------------------

1. I am a fussy girl. I boss around Bagel and Tahzu! When it's time for bed, I "herd" them into our sunroom, like a Border Collie would do it! It makes them mad -- ha!

2) I can't get enough attention. I will sit next to you and paw at you incessantly. Keep petting me, no paw. Stop, and I'll gently paw you over and over and over....

3) I like salty snack foods. Love smoked almonds and BBQ potato chips.

4) I don't play with toys as much as I "baby" them. Throw a toy and I"ll chase it, but then when I get it I'll just lick on it for awhile. Maybe I always wanted to be a mommy?

5) I have to be in the bathroom with mom or dad. And I mean up close and personal. A little too close for their comfort.. but I need to know what's going on at all times.

6) I am a southern belle, transplanted into a southwestern babe. I'm originally from Alabama, but some very kind BRAT volunteers transported me from Alabama to Texas back in 2001.

7) I have a crush on Max Mattias. There. I've yodeled it!

The dogs I tagged include:

Rhett Butler
Scout (Aloha!)
Seven (of Nine)


Our Room is Psychedelic. Sigh.

October 21st 2006 10:01 pm
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Mom is nuts. I think I've made myself clear about her before. But she's at it again. Our home is undergoing some renovations, which is annoying enough. I mean, how am I supposed to get my beauty rest when there are carpenters, painters and such in my home? But then she got a wild idea to re-do the sunroom, er, our room, in crazy colors.

Does she think we don't see in color? Heavens, the colors keep me up at night. Lime green, tangerine, lemon yellow, sky blue -- it's like a giant box of Froot Loops. It's obvious she didn't consult me. I mean.... wouldn't it make sense to consult me about the room where I sleep at night? I certainly would have chosen colors more suitable for a queen.... something to complement my naturally beautiful chestnut fur and white blaze.

The boys, Bagel and Tahzu, seem to take it all in stride. But I don't think their eyesight is acute as mine..... seriously. How many of you boys would live in room that looks like Disney puked on it?

If you think you can talk some sense into my mom... contact me. I could use the reinforcements.

Yodels to all y'all.....
Sheba the Southern Belle


We love Petite Pooch Chateau!

August 24th 2006 7:25 pm
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Hello, fellow Dogsters....

Last weekend, Mom and Dad went out of town for a family event, so the boys and I got to stay at Petite Pooch. It's our favorite hotel and spa! The accommodations are fine...although nothing's can be adequate enough for me, of course. I never find the level of service at any hotel to be as good as I deserve... but, I digress.

We all stayed in the same suite and the staff said we were really good. (They're lying to mom and dad -- we tipped the staff to keep their mouths shut). We played together and we didn't fight with each other over who got more room in our suite. (Again, that's our story and we're sticking to it.)

I always like it at Petite Pooch because there are usually other pretty dogs like me, so we hang out together in the back yard, or we trot around the chateau during open play time to investigate whatever's going on. Usually some hairy dogs are getting groomed in the spa; that's always fun to watch. I get along really well with Whippets because they're skinny like me and they like to run fast! We do laps around the yard! It's fun catching up on all the gossip with the girls at Petite Pooch.

I know... you're thinking.... does Bagel really belong at Petite Pooch? I mean, he's a big Basenji -- always has been a big-boned dude. The nice people at Petite Pooch kinda grandfather him in, because he's been going there since he was just a kid. That's just the kind of cool people they are...

And Bagel is so handsome (Tahzu, too) -- who could resist?

Until next time... barroos to you!


Who Invented Sprinklers?

July 25th 2006 9:37 pm
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She's at it again. Mom is dragging that stupid sprinkler around the back yard, getting our yard wet.

I thought we'd get a break on the water action since Daddy went on a business trip. That's usually his department. But noooooooo. Mom's out there, trying to keep our grass green, since we're not seeing any rain these days.

As far as I'm concerned, that's fine. I won't go out in the rain, and I won't run through the sprinkler. Don't they understand that I have to get my paws soiled when the grass is wet? Ick! It's unbelieveable... this odd human behavior we're forced to endure.

For heaven's sake, can't my parents see I'm wearing this gorgeous chestnut-colored fur? Do they really think it's OK to get it wet?

Oh! Now I hear mommy running bath water! She really doesn't get it. She actually SITS in warm water every night. I don't know what do to with her. I sit by the tub and stare at her, conveying my displeasure. But she never gets it. Sigh.

I must go find a quiet spot to lick my paws and make sure they are spotlessly white. It would be un-Basenji-like to trot around the neighborhood with less than a flawless appearance.

Until next time,



Tired of the boys being, well.... boys

July 24th 2006 7:34 pm
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I have just about had it. Isn't it enough that I keep this house running? I'm always chasing after the boys, making sure mom and dad don't do something embarrassing at the dog park.... alerting the family to anyone who might be coming down our street....even if they're still a mile away..... and yet, I still have to break up dog fights between Bagel and Tahzu.

They don't pay me enough. Seriously.

It's hard to remain the diva that I am when I have to jump into the middle of the boys' battles. Afterward, I have to excuse myself to go the bathroom mirror and straighten my tiara.

Oh, if I were just a less intense breed... like a cuddly Bichon or a loving Labrador Retriever....but then this house would simply fall apart. Someone has to keep everyone else in line! I guess it's just the burden I must bear for being this intelligent and good-looking.

Mom says she gets ticked when I jump into the boys' fights for no reason. NO REASON? Can't she see that I'm trying to knock some sense into them? Stupid mom....

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