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The History And Temperament Of The Magical Chihuahua

Not being an aficionado of smaller breeds of dogs, and certainly not Chihuahua’s, I was surprised at a few factoids about them. My experience was generally limited to the Taco Bell dog and yappy little vicious wee monsters, barely registering on my dog-o-meter. Now, sure, Pika’s father may have some, um, trust issues, and his bark registers in octaves that could break glass, and likes … Continue reading The History And Temperament Of The Magical Chihuahua

Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment

Love is… picking up Pika and smelling her wee bum to see if it’s her that stinks. Which of course, being a dog, she completely understands butt sniffs. Tis not her, but in the air, so I get on my hands and knees and go on the hunt. Ah, the joys of puppies. Cute and cuddly buggers, goofy and vicious all wrapped up in such … Continue reading Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment

Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel

She is so small she fits under everything, and is impossible to catch. With her head cocked to the one side, her cuteness betrays a quick and devious mind. Seriously friggin’ devious, I have not blawdy encountered one as devious. At 4 months, she is clever and curious, and so not to be trusted, not.at.all. Apparently, besides being an escape artist, my wee Chi is … Continue reading Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel

My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

Here she is curled up on my lap, this cuddly wee bundle of puppy joy, she is the quintessential lap dog. You know, she actually is the dog all my other big dogs wanted to be. Certainly the sort of doggy-o our first Doberman Jinx always wished she were, rather than her gigantic 130 pound (58.97 kg) or so big chested Doberman Pinscher self. Now, … Continue reading My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

And So I Return To The River, Down To My River To Celebrate New Truths

I turned around and she said“Why do you always end up down at Nick’s Cafe?”I said “I don’t know, the wind just kind of pushed me this way.”She said “Hang the rich.” Robbie Roberston, Somewhere Down The Crazy River Last weekend, after spending the night up kvetching over those dark nights of the raging soul with a new friend, I related my own suppressed rage … Continue reading And So I Return To The River, Down To My River To Celebrate New Truths

What Is Bred In My Bones, The Birds And The Bees, The Flowers, And Even The Trees

I suppose it’s an inherited thing, a legacy from generations of gardeners. Each of us with our own style, our own purpose, of our own time, beginning, that I know of with my Great-Great Aunt Jen. Now, one thing about this Great Aunt is that, like many ancestors of the time, her name was not actually ‘Jen’. No, instead her name was actually Judith Jane, … Continue reading What Is Bred In My Bones, The Birds And The Bees, The Flowers, And Even The Trees