My Tail of Devotion for Mickey

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The Horror of it all!

They did it. I went under duress but I got groomed. I know that I am a Maltese and we are suppose to be extremely clean. But I am set in my ways and I like a Flea or two. Mommy is outraged. She gave in and said I am allowed ONE flea if I go get groomed. The lady who did my hair said I was handsome. Well I already know that. I thought I would give her a hard time, but she was so nice. When mommy picked me up she didn’t recognize me. She said I look like I have a Dutch Boy hairstyle. I don’t know what that means but I wasn’t getting any top knot. She is trying her best to take a picture of me. Let her take a picture of that Yorkie Dasher, he loves I. He is the most spoiled dog in the world and he loves going to the Spa. He got all primed preened Puffed and poofed. He smells like the perfume counter at Bloomingdaleson Valentines Day. Mommy told the hairstylist to give him the Schnauzer cut. He loves it. Now he looks serious all of the time. Mom said he has a face of a Angel..yeah right. She won’t feel that way after she finds out about him driving her car and his Chocolate cartel. All I know is I am not going to the Spa for a while. I am going to collect a few more fleas in the meantime

No Groomer this week

Oh my God, saved by a doctors appointment. Today would of been the worst day in my whole life. Me and my brother Dasher were suppose to go to the groomer!! Dasher being a Yorkshire Terrier and the most spoiled dog in the world has been in a tizzy for the last few weeks. I had not a clue why. He kept on barking about going to a Spa. Not knowing what he was barking about I just thought he was going AWAY for a few weeks so I can be alone with MY mommy. No such luck. I have been successful in avoiding a bath and a GOOD hair brushing even though Mommy went out and got all this stuff for white dogs. Special shampoo and conditioner all sorts of things. I heard her talk about it to her mommy. Well as soon as that junk came into the house I let her know. A flea or two is a good thing. She put her foot down and put that flea stuff on me. But not that pansy shampoo. Anyway Dasher let on what the Spa was Friday and I said no way. Over my dead body. Well my wishes came true when Mommy came down with something called Bursitis and could not move her arm. She called and cancelled until the 1st. That Yorkie is mad as you know what but I am happy as a flea on a Maltese.

I am not a Fop!

I hate it! I HATE IT! My mommy wants to take pictures of me and I can’t stand it. She says she loves the way my hair is growing. WHY so she can put a bow in my hair? I am with my brother Dasher about this. No bows and top knots for me. He is the most spoiled dog in the world but sometimes he says things that are smart. I am not a Fop! I am a Maltese! Anyway. Let her take pictures of that Yorkie. He loves it. You should see how he looks at himself in the mirror all day. Dasher knows exactly when the camera is coming out and he starts posing. I wish I knew because I would start running. She managed to get a few taken but most of them were obstructed by Dasher who always walked in view of the lens. Mommy said that her two boys are the cutest little boys in the world. I am seven years old I am not cute I am handsome! Dasher is cute, well not really but Dasher is a pup. I’m a grown dog! Wait a minute what is that I smell? Hold the fort!! It looks like grandma brought home some already cooked food. Humans call it fast food, I call it snatch the bag from their hands and eat it food. I did that last time and mommy didn’t like that too much. Yes I am a little greedy, but it is such a endearing trait, isn’t it. Gotta Go!

The Yorkie is really Scarface!

My brother Dasher is a Yorkie and once again I must mention that they are the most spoiled Dog in the whole wide world. Our grandma was in the hospital last week and Dasher just ran amuck. Mommy was so upset she did not see what he was doing. He even took her new car out!!! And he FORCED me to go along with him, he needed someone to operate the peddles. We went somewhere not for the faint of heart. He took me to his friends house. There is strews of candy wrappers all over the floor. The place was filled with dog beds, treats, pepper spray and worst of all Chocolate!! It seems to be some type of place where dogs come to get chocolate! He friends are supplying it and Dasher is running the whole racket. They even have a dog there who takes care of the dogs who get sick. Oh that must be why all of those of the beds are there. This is criminal activity!! Dogs are not suppose to eat chocolate!!! As much I love food I won’t even touch the stuff. I told him he needs to be ashamed of himself. He said if he did not have it they would be getting it from somewhere else. He said they might even resort to stealing candy from babies!! But it is still wrong. Chocolate is very addicting to dogs. He won’t listen he said he is saving up for a new car so he won’t have to take mommies anymore. After that he said he might listen , but for now scram. I think I am going to mommy what he is doing. Grandma is home now so she can see what is happening. Plus where is he going to park the new car, something he calls a Corvette, at? Someone has to stop this chocolate cartel, NOW!

Food Glorious Food

What can I say it is the day I live for..Thanksgiving!!! I have not a clue what it is about other then it having to do with some people from England coming to America years ago and starving to death until they got some food from the Native Americans. Being that I never saw a Native American before it probably was a mistake for them to give the settlers food. Anyway my brother Dasher doesn’t understand why I am so excited. All he thinks about is driving a car any car. ALL I THINK ABOUT IS FOOD! I’ve been gearing up for this day for a week. I saw them bring the Turkey into the kitchen a few days ago to thaw out. Looks like a 20 pounder..in any case it is bigger then me. Where’s the Ham? Mommy went shopping in the middle of the week in the pouring rain, must be for my special day. Yep she brought stuffing, lots of bags for stuffing, that dark red jelly stuff that comes in a can, cans of it. Brussel Sprouts yummy. I am lucky to have a mommy who loves Brussel sprouts, she cooks them is a special way with bacon grease and a little bit of sugar..can’t wait. Mommy said she never saw a dog who loves lettuce like I do. She doesn’t understand it is FOOD that I love and lettuce is food. She has something she likes to eat called rice and peas, grandma makes it with coconut milk they are not green peas, mommy hates those, it is gunga peas, new to me but it taste good. Oh and those orange things sometimes she calls them Yams sometimes she calls the Sweet Potato, I call them delicious. Dasher wants to go somewhere but I am not moving from the kitchen! Boy is he persistent, and he is so spoiled. Um I wonder where that ham is? Dasher said if I had moved out of the kitchen for a nano second I would have heard mommy say that Grandma cannot have salty foods like Ham!! NO HAM!!! Dasher said there is enough food to feed a regiment. Regiment! I can eat the same amount a regiment can eat in one sitting! Oh they got lots of desserts I’ll make it up with that. They are starting to cook gotta go and get in position

Yorkie wants everything

I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. Does anyone know how hard it is to live with that particular breed call The Yorkshire Terrier if you are another dog? Humans love them, they think they are the cutest things in the world. Can’t do a thing wrong. Little darlings. Well let me tell you they are the most spoiled animal in the world. We are supposed to take seconds after they eat, we are not supposed to sleep next to our mommy’s the list of not to do goes on. In my case I live with Dasher, the most self centered Yorkie living today. Considering they found him on a parkway he has a lot of nerve. I can’t make a move without him watching me. He has to have everything first. If he doesn’t want something he leaves it alone as soon as he sees me with it he wants it. If a girl comes around, he takes his head and blocks me from talking to her. And to top it off he likes to drive. And he needs me to help him with the peddles. Mommy doesn’t know he takes the car out. We almost got caught a few times, but mommy passes out when she see’s we are missing. I also think he has some type of record. He has hinted he was in some type of ragtag pick pocket gang while he was living on the streets. He seems to be really afraid of the police. Hmm. My mommy loves us both and sometimes she tells Dasher to move out the way so I can sit next to her. Dasher licks her on the face. And all is forgotten. I love my brother but he is so spoiled that I want to put his leash on him and tie him up in the garage, but I think I would miss him after a while.