There once searched a young dog in green
‘Midst the flowers betwixt and between.
…..Though tales he’d been told,
…..Of a pot full of gold,
He discovered a wild Irish Queen.
A hundred thousand welcomes from your 100% bone-a-fide Irish bard – consorting with druids, in touch with the leprechauns & full of the blarney:
May you get all your wishes but one…
So you always have something to strive for.
I was feeling a little woozy, I gotta say. 
I didn’t really know how much that darned tooth hurt until I didn’t have it any more. Plus, the drugs they give you to go home on are pretty good. So I spent the afternoon drowsing & dreaming.
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Maezi actually didn’t bug me or pull my hair. That was a miracle. I went to the big bed & hung out there for some time, but for some reason, I just wanted a nest where I could see the happenings. I just didn’t want to have to do anything.
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I did think that I might chew on a bone later, but really, I had to wait. No sense overdoing it so soon. & I’m going to insist on a little help brushing my teeth – after all, it’s hard to hold the tooth brush, lacking opposable thumbs. I’d ask Maezi to help, but I suspect she’d just steal the brush…& anyway, she has other charms.
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So, the molar of the story is – brush your teeth every day…& snuggle with a good friend.
or…how my triple root tooth went bad. Bad tooth! Bad! It all started with the nylabone gnawing I think. Oh, how I just love a good chew. Anyway, at some point, apparently, I cracked my front molar. Not a slab fracture like Shaanti had, but a vertical crack all the way up.
My Mom was looking at my teeth & checking out my gums & saw that it was inflamed, & yes, infected. But I never said a word. I will say that Boy! Those antibiotics are wonderful, though. I’m actually much peppier now.
Alas, tomorrow I have to have my tooth pulled. I wonder if they will give it to us. We have lots of my baby teeth in the table with the fossils. Yes, I’m a paleontological wonder. Mine are the 5 between the ammonites. Maezi’s are in the lower right corner – couldn’t catch her before she ate a few.
Ok, what’s up with that? Why would she eat her own teeth? Eew! Pretty crunchy I’ll bet. And she is ALWAYS chewing on those things.
Well, I expect to put my souvenier under a pillow – not my pillow, necessarily, but since I like to wedge myself between the wall & the big bed pillows, I think I stick it there & see what the Tooth Fairy will bring. If I stick it under my pillow, Maezi will just eat it.
Eight blissful, furry years…
Ya know, when people say, “It’s a dog’s life”, they are just jealous. Because, let me tell ya. Today, on my 8th birthday, I got to sleep in late, had a little breakfast, played some games, chased Maezi, & then had a nap.
Then, I played some games, had a mani-pedi, had some treats & then took a nap.
I like to lounge on the big bed & Maezi obliges me by messing up all their covers when they aren’t looking. Doesn’t matter how many times they make the bed…she UNmakes it. Just like we like it. Ah nesting. It’s the best.
I love getting presents. What a cute birthday hat.
So then, we went outside, chased some butterflies, checked out the yard & then decided we’d play on the big bed. Cuz, you can drop stuff off the edge & make a game of trying to get it back up there. We like to keep busy between naps. 
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Maezi is always getting between me & my toys – she thinks it’s funny. And she was making fun of me because I didn’t get a birthday hat & she did.
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GIVE ME THE HAT!
Well, it doesn’t matter, I like my new toy anyway…
Happy end to a happy day.
Happy…zzz…
………………………..Long ago when their friendship was new
………………………..Two little dogs hadn’t a clue…
…………………………….But Cupid’s swift darts,
…………………………….Aimed straight for their hearts,
………………………..And now the fast friends are true blue.
Grieving hearts break when a beloved passes on, & mend when celebrating the special life. My Mom’s dear friend, Ljuba, in Genoa, Italy, is a musician…& her cat, Duška, was, too.
Ljuba says, “Duška means “ little Soul” in Russian. She was an extraordinary creature, with a really dog-like devotion to me; she was following me everywhere like my shadow…a guardian angel.”
“ Little Soul” Duška lived 19 years & 8 months in a house full of love & music. I’m glad I got to hear about her, because really, there was much happiness & isn’t that was we all strive for in our lives? A pleasant companion to share our love & toys with? Here, we have music, love & each other, so we send you a fond goodbye & blow a kiss to you, Duška.
Your pals,
Auggie & Maezi
Farewell, little Soul
Twenty one years ago today…my brother, Shaanti, was born. I never knew him, because he was gone before I came to our house. But, I’m told was lovely snuggly & sweet – The first “together child” in the family. He liked lounging on chests & inventing his own games.
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His most incredible feat came the time he unrolled a roll of toilet paper out the bathroom, down the hall, thru the kitchen, down the dining room, out the dog door, across the patio, & into the yard – all without breaking the 63 foot total strip of toilet paper.
That takes soooome skill!
He was very particular about his costumes & starred in a number of Two Little Dogs Christmas cards & other holiday scenes for many years. He never met a squeaky toy he didn’t like…and he was extremely fond of Pillsbury Cinnamon Orange Sweet Rolls on Sunday mornings.
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An orange pom of cinnamon sable
Who liked to hang out on the table
…..Called himself Shaanti –
…..with a smile big and jaunty,
And his exploits were legend in fable.
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You can hear hear a sample of his song here & read his story when you buy the CD from Two Little Dogs.
So, tomorrow, in honor of his birthday, & coincidentally on my Mom’s birthday (see, they were bonded – kindred spirits), I’m going to have orange rolls in bed, snuggle on her chest & then see if I can best Shaanti’s 63 feet of tissue record.
Well, Maezi & I worked very hard on our photo shoot with Santa, & he let us have some of the props.
I haven’t been able to write, because, well, there is a lot of activity here, & we have to supervise it. We have to look in every bag, box & parcel that comes our way.
We found this interesting package just the other day.
Well? What is it going to be? This blown out photo provides a clue…
Think you have a guess?
Maezi & I are absolutely exhausted! Exhausted, I tell you, from posing for our Christmas card.
This little tease is a puzzle. What mysterious item is hidden in this picture?
