Monday, January 18, 2010

Tea Time

Getting my Little Old Granny groove on.

Me and one of my piggy friends meet for tea in the living room most afternoons.


One of the books I grabbed off the library mystery shelves is called All Dolled Up for Murder.
One of the characters is a "purse-dog trainer."
Who knew? Those teeny tiny dogs have to be taught to stay in their owners' purses.
I'm not sure whether to believe it or not. :)


Ducky arrived on Sunday. He is the lovingest little love-a-duck; he's made his tiny chihuahua self at home on Everett's bed and then when E gets up in the morning, Ducky clicks down the hallway and ... tries to jump onto my bed, slams against the mattress and falls to the floor. After I pick him up he snuggles up beside me till I roll on out. A frigging hairy dog-ass in my frigging bed ... I can hardly believe it myself, but it's Ducky. I can't help loving him and being a complete pushover.


  1. What a lovely way to spend some free time, with tea and a good book. BTW is that a glimmer of sun I see! Congrats on Ducky, enjoy snuggling with him.

  2. I haven't been able to talk my sister and niece into letting him stay permanently, but maybe he could have an extended "vacation" till they start missing him.... I cannot believe it, I have got a crush on a dog.

  3. Well enjoy him while you can. I had a dog for 14 years and had to put him down. At the time I said I would never get another one, because the last few years with the old fellow were so very difficult. Well I only lasted about 4 months before I caved and got another one. The house was too empty, with the kids growing up and not needing me so much, and I needed a reason to come home.

  4. I once knew a miniature poodle named Groucho who was trained to stay in his owner's tote bag/purse. We went out to dinner at a white tablecloth restaurant with Groucho, who was definitely not supposed to be in there. His owner was feeding him crackers under the table. But there were some tense moments when the waiter came over to take our order, the restaurant seemed to fall into sudden silence, and the sound of Groucho munching Saltines seemed to be amplified 1000 times.


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