Pedi Paws and Bichon Frise Video

My daughter gave me this Pedi Paws last night. Here's the video with the Bichon and the Pedi Paws, pardon the fat white legs and remember our family room is done in early junk, blob by the camera is an antique quilt on my dad's old office chair. My daughters English Bulldogs won't let her use the Pedi Paws, my nephew wrote a hilarious email quoting the TV commercial about the Pedi Paws and then said his dog wouldn't let him near him with it. Dispatch (bichon frise) "mouths" me when I brush him and growls, this is much better. He REALLY doesn't want me doing anything with his feet, Bichon's are sort of like really stubborn poodles or giant Maltese with minds of their own so this is an accomplishment. I've had to wrap Dispatch in a towel to get him to let me cut his nails, sometimes I think I just took him to the vet or the groomer to get his nails cut and the hair pulled out of his ears. Not that I'm afraid of a 17 lb. dog, it's just one of the unpleasant things about dog ownership. You have to understand too when Dispatch was about 6 months old I gave him a bath and was brushing him out, he started the growling thing and that was the first time he mouthed me (now I glare @ him and he quits), I had never had a dog do that and I yelled @ him and put him outside. This is a little white fluffy puppy mind you, he said FINE, and went and hid under the pickup and then sat about halfway down the driveway looking toward the highway waiting for his "daddy" to come home. I went and got him and finished brushing him after a little bit but that shows how stubborn he is. Anyway watch the video, he's nervous but it went quite well with the Pedi Paws don't you think?

From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog. ~Mabel Louise Robinson

Miniature Schnauzer vs Bichon

This is Fema when she was a baby, She's a miniature schnauzer.
and here is a video of the Bichon Dispatch and Fema, Mugsey the lab (as a puppy) and Skeeter the terrier are in it too. Skeeter was old in 1999 when we got her so guess how old she is now? She was my dads dog and he only had her for a couple years before he passed away and so now I guess she's my dog more than anyones.


Dispatch likes to act like he's tough but Fema and he do play honest, Fema is my cousins dog, our neighbor down the road breeds miniature schnauzers. The neighbors across the street have one too who comes to visit who is Femas brother.

Tonight my husband and I vegged out after working, we watched a Costeau special on PBS about killer whales, highly interesting that they are so socialized and watch humans like we watch them?

Bichon and Baby

In this picture the bichon frise (Dispatch) wasn't like attacking, he was just worried because the baby was making these horrible squawking noises. Husband made me cut him out of the picture. I was amazed he held a newborn but he's pretty good with babies, bichon proved to be too. He hadn't been around any newborns that I could remember, we had had a baby drought in our grandchildren, it had been 6 years since the latest additions, before that it was about 1 a year. Enough to get my baby fix in. We were a little worried because Dispatch is so attached to us. He was jealous but he was also enchanted by the baby, he's like I didn't know humans came in such small packages, when can she pet me, why does she make those NOISES? Mama went into the other room to feed the baby and Dispatch followed watching to make sure all was OK.

Baby is Zowie Jean, youngest daughters 13 day old baby. Good baby and CUTE, or is it just me?

Ten Bo Obama's on Twitter

Yes you read right, there are only 55 Stephen King's and considering King is a fairly common name that's understandable (none are the Stephen King you are thinking about). Ten matches if you type in Bo Obama in Twitter search. Twitter.com

Check it out on Twitter, I just think it's funny, you wouldn't believe how many dogs blog. Dispatch still has trouble with typing, I swear he used to turn off the screensaver with the mouse because it scared him, was the one where the picture on the screen got bigger and bigger and bigger? The picture above is him patiently waiting for me to come back in the camper in MS, he used to sit there and watch out the window for me, not approved dog behavior, perhaps he was surfing too?

Do You Worry About Your Pets Happiness?

And if you do is it a sign of caring or craziness?This is the Easter Bunny ($2.50 @ Wal Mart, he got a sheep too but I'm saving it) I got for Dispatch today, notice the similarity in the texture of the hair? You should have seen him when I got it out of the bag, we played pulley pulley with it for a bit and he mauled it then I got the leftover cheese out of the kong he hadn't been able to get out all day and he ate it on bunny. Dispatch is a great hunter you see and he is eating his prey (eating cheese on top of a stuffed animal), he also looks @ himself in the mirror and does the play bounce, he has a very rich imaginary life. Oh and BTW he's not spoiled or anything but he likes to go through the shopping bags when I get home if I put them on the floor and see which one has something in it for him!

Anyway I said something to my daughter about this one day (she has English Bulldogs) and she worries about whether her pets are truly happy too. It must run in the family?
This is the picture I got when I tried to get a close up. He needs a bath, couldn't resist the tongue, he does that when he gets nervous, my daughter says he thinks he's talking back to me and I can't hear him when he does it.
This is a better picture of him actually posing. So do you worry about if your pet is happy, is it just like us motherly types? Do you worry if your husband is happy? Your children? So why not your pet. I heartily recommend a bichon as a pet although Dispatch may have other blood in him, he has these long straight black hairs scattered down by his tail, I think he has hound blood in him, he's a little relaxed for a little dog sometimes?
BTW I decided Dispatch was happy most of the time, especially if I'm home or he gets to think he's like this fierce hunter or can go past the edge of the yard by himself but he gets scared if he gets more than 100 ft. from me.

Bichon Puppy Or What Would My Mother Say?

This is a little convoluted I know, I promised myself I would write about things I was interested in instead of what was popular. If I just wrote about what was popular I would be writing about the new dog in the White House, Bo Obama (OK I did write about him but I was interested that day). I choose instead to write about this blog. The picture above and it's reason for being here? It's one of my favorite pictures, my bichon Dispatch when he was a little over 5 weeks old exploring. The elephant ears are big granted but he was SO tiny, notice the cat laying on the sidewalk to the right of the photo scoping out the white morsel that may provide some fun in his life. Dispatch was @ that age where he made those little snuffling noises and had me instantly convinced he needed to be held most of the time. Dispatch is probably one of the main reasons this blog exists, he's truly an animal that give pause, as my husband says there will never be another one like him, he's made several people without dogs go out and get them in hopes they will provide the companionship, love, and humor, to their day that he provides to mine. If I have cheese he will give paws too, or if he's in a good mood.

I went over 14,000 views today according to my statcounter, link here if you are interested in getting it for your blog or webpage. 14,000 is quite a few views for a blog that 's really been around only since November or December, can't quite remember which and I started my other one first. Anyway I sort of gave up in January and back then I was ecstatic to get over 100 hits on a Sunday doing all the linking and blogging and commenting I could do in a day. Then I wrote a few good posts and ignored it, more hours @ work and reading more about animals and I'm lazy. All of a sudden a week or so ago I'm up to 9,000 views? I double checked with Alexa and it all seems to be kosher. Talk about renewed energy in writing?

I want to thanks each and every one of you who has stopped in to my blog, I want to thank specially my watchers and people who commented. If I don't get another hit on my blog I am still happy and content knowing that for a bit I made someone think or laugh. I would prefer you all would keep coming, most days I'm not this long winded and well witchy for lack of a better word, OK, I'm long winded and witchy most of the time but we can pretend can't we?

Why do I blog about animals? I love animals, always have, since my first puppy and the squirrel I used to communicate with everyday. I'd walk home from the school bus, stop @ the log cabin (doesn't everyone have one?) sit in the tree with the huge low branch that was almost parallel with the ground and talk to George the squirrel. My dad saw me a couple times driving by and was amazed, I never touched George, he just sat close and we chatted. My brother was 23 by this time and long gone, my dad worked long hours on the farm, my mother taught and was always gone so I talked to George. I don't know what ever happened to George but I've always had a soft spot for that name for pets and for squirrels. The tree is dead, the hollow where the stump stood is even gone but the log cabin is still there and there are still squirrels in the trees by it.

How does my mother figure into this? She wasn't so hot on animals, she did bring kittens back to life after they were nearly drowned in the rain by laying them on the warm wood stove oven door but that was her only sign that she liked animals. She did have Siamese cats when she got older, most of the time they lived @ my house down the hill. My mother thought I was weird about animals and to put it bluntly wanted to squelch anything that wasn't in her image that came out in me. She was forever saying I was getting sick from the farm cats, threatened to have them killed, it turned out to be tonsillitis. When I did get ringworm I figured out it was from the cats, I spent most of the summer in trees when she was looking for me (mama didn't climb trees and never looked up) so she couldn't see my feet till the ringworm cleared up when I was about 8 (I was also enamoured with To Kill A Mockingbird). She didn't like my dog, we won't go into those details but they are all relevant to my thoughts. She taught English Literature, she taught other things too, living in a rural area she couldn't pick and choose jobs because of distances she had to drive to work but her main love was English Literature. What always amazed me was I never seldom saw her read a book for pleasure, I have maybe 10 laying around that she read for sheer enjoyment and part of them were biographies of TV personalities? I sound rather critical of my mother I know, I will say when my dad got older and ill and I took care of him I understood why she lost her temper sometimes.

When I was falling asleep last night (I get these ideas often while falling asleep) I was thinking what would mama say if she knew say maybe 10,000 people had read @ least part of the words her daughter had written? She would say Bravo and clap and swear any writing ability I have I got from her (my dad was a GREAT storyteller, no writer but a wonderful raconteur), then she would find out I was blogging about animals and the proverbial excrement would hit the fan.

Oh and the secret codeword is labradoodle! I know the Obama's dog is a Portuguese Water Dog but I think my two dogs mixed together are a labradoodle, (actually they would be a bilab but that sounds either like they are rather weird or have a mental problem which could be true?)or it's a codeword? LOL

Funny Bichon Frise Talking Video

OK, you say dogs can't talk? Well he was evidently trying to tell me SOMETHING. Dog experts would just say he needed attention. He does this often enough I'm thinking he thinks he can talk and I can understand? You be the judge.

Oh, BTW I had been sick and this was in our office basement, my actual house isn't this messy and the dog is usually brushed (paranoid stepford housewife coming out in me, slap slap). He did have a haircut like a poodle because I thought he was one, long long story, go back here for Dispatch's story on how I figured out he was a Bichon. He just didn't make that great a poodle but he's a spectacular bichon!