Names again.... A rebuttal!

Harry contemplating last night's blog... not very happy about it...!

Hi G-Fans!

Apparently I hit a nerve last night as I have had several reactions brought to my attention.

So, in fairness, I am including a response from Izzy and Jack's concierge.

And just to be fair to my concierge... 
Jack was named Magenta because that was the color ribbon assigned to him so he could be identified without everyone getting too attached because we knew he would be living in a new house sooner rather than later.  
Izzy, on the other hand, was suppose to live with us and was given a proper name to befit her princesses' princess status.  "Isabella" (Rockingbird's Venus DeMilo).

(And, again in the concierge's defense, and being artistically inclined, the concierge liked the color name while "Jack" was waiting for his home.)

So, the following is Izzy and Jack's concierge's response to last night.....

Ok, we all here at the Farm admit to having an addiction to the blog but sometimes we just need to respond.....

There is a re-occurring nightmare experienced by "JACK"!!  

He hears someone faintly, in the distance, call out the name "MAGENTA" and he wakes up screaming.  

Just can't figure out how anyone could possibly be expected to answer to such an outrageous sounding name.....haha.

Don't worry, I keep convincing him it is only a dream and has nothing to do with anyone cool enough to own the name of "Jack".   Enough said???  ha ha  

(BTW.....I swear Iz could be writing the blog.   She is truly her mother's girl.  I keep warning her that if she doesn't sweeten up a bit she is being returned for Tessa.....haha.    

What is it about her personality that keeps us just working harder for her approval!!?

So, in response to the query....

We will never tell, but it should be self-evident that we are worth every effort put forth to win our affection!

Not every can be loved by a Princess Spinone.

Those few who achieve such affection are LUCKY  :)  

(In my not-so-humble opinion)
And as far as Izzy writing the blog, who is to say she doesn't contribute from time to time.... 
Do you always have eyes on the computer??  
She may have some secret agent assisting her in getting messaged to me, 
because,  
after alI, 
I am her biological mother.....!
And as far as swapping Izzy for Tessa, what a rude shock for all involved if that ever happened!!!
Tessa wouldn't know what hit her with all the added attention and reduced competition...
And Izzy would be in a tizzy!!!
And I would not permit any insolence whatsoever!
So, let's assume that the swap is an idle threat borne of a sense of helplessness in a relationship that commands total commitment without mutual respect.
That is what it is to love a royal.
It is what it is.

So, may you all experience the exquisite joy of being loved thoroughly in all its forms:)

TTFN!

-G

Jack sending a "howdy" up north.

A couple of "royals" hanging out...

The paparazzi must get their pound of flesh.... or is that flash?

"Hold it, Look this way...."  "And Smile :)"

The Royal Portrait....

What's in a name?

Hi G-Fans!

This is going to be quick, the concierge passed out on me and she agreed to do a couple of minutes before she goes to the inner chambers.  I had a few ideas of what I was going to share tonight, but darned if I can remember under pressure.  Lots of suggestions are passed to me throughout the day now that I write, and most of the ideas are good, but I can't remember a one.  So I looked through the picture album to jump start my thoughts.  Again, not too much jumped out at me.

Since I like the picture of Harry and I, I am including it for tonight.

Did you know that Harry was almost named William Tell?  They were going to call him "Willy" as a nickname.  The concierge told Harry's family that "Willy" was going to be a name that was off-limits.  She said it gave her the "willies" to imagine calling him to come in if she had to use that for a name.

What is in a name?

Enough I guess.

So Harry it is.

My concierge prefers "Harry" over the other choices Harry's family was contemplating.

I have a name for Harry too.

I hear the concierge call him it.

"Pooper"

I thought it was because he pooped a lot.

But, since that isn't really true I figured out it is because he acts like a "Pooper Scooper".  If I have to explain it you don't want to know.  Really.

Let's just hope for both concierges' sakes that he stops soon.  It really grosses them out.  Especially when he makes a b-line for the water bowl when he comes in after all his extracurricular activities.

I won't even describe what the bowl looks like after all the debris is rinsed off his teeth, lips and beard.  GROSS!  (for the concierges - not me) 

So, the alarm has gone off, I am shut off for tonight.

I will resume tomorrow with another installment of my insights into the world.

May you have a peaceful rest and stay warm and cozy in all your endeavors.

TTFN!

-G

Crowned Royalty

Hi G-Fans!

It occurs to me that I am crowned royalty.  I am not just part of royal lineage, I earned my place in the royal line-up.

In fact, for those of you less informed of my illustrious career I pinnacled with a five point crowning that assured my place as a confirmed member of the royal family.  

You ask why I bring this up?

Well, I would like to know where my crown of jewels might be getting polished, since I don't have them in my sights.... I assume they are being made sparkly clean.

Raphael would especially enjoy them given his predilection to specks of light and shiny things.

royalty |ˈroiəltē|noun ( pl. -ties)1 people of royal blood or status : diplomats, heads of state, and royalty sharedtables at the banquet.• a member of a royal family : she swept by as if she were royalty.• the status or power of a king or queen : the brilliance of her clothes, herjewels, all revealed her royalty.2 a sum of money paid to a patentee for the use of a patent or to anauthor or composer for each copy of a book sold or for each publicperformance of a work.3 a royal right (now esp. over minerals) granted by a sovereign to anindividual or corporation.• a payment made by a producer of minerals, oil, or natural gas to the owner of the site or of the mineral rights over it.ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French roialte, from roial (seeroyal ). The sense [royal right (esp. over minerals)] (late 15th cent.) developed into the sense [payment made by a mineral producer to the site owner] (mid 19th cent.), which was then transferred to payments for the use of patents and published materials.

So now we are on the same page you will know what I am writing about.

OK, I wish everyone a comfortably privileged evening full of delights.

TTFN!

-G

Full Moon

Looks like a good town for ghosts to hang out in.....

Hi G-Fans!

It is a full moon tonight and we took a woods walk in the moonlight.  It was short, but pleasant.  I was a bit worried that the werewolves might be out, but we had very little in the way of unexpected events.

It was more when we returned that something broke loose.

Someone started smelling weird and the concierge couldn't quite place the smell.

A sour stinky smell.

Like one of us rolled in some strange rotting stuff.

The weird part was it started smelling after we had already been hanging out for awhile.  So I wonder if there is a supernatural force at work.

I have heard that a poltergeist leaves a nasty smell sometimes.

I know that being a dog I am expected to be tuned into such events, but I am not.  I would be too freaked out.

Thunder and lightning storms are bad enough, and I am not too keen on the electricity flicking on and off.

So a poltergeist in our midst is best left a secret.

I SAY,

 "NO THANK YOU'!!

AND

"GOOD DAY SIR"

I SAY, 

"GOOD DAY"!!

I think that is from a movie I watched, but I can't remember.

It is a running joke I share with the concierge and Harry's concierge.

We all find it very funny.

Too bad none of us remember where we heard it from!

ANyway, back to the ghost thing.... I think Tessa may be dialed in.

She started acting like a lunatic right around the time there was the strange smell and Bertie was feeding into it.

So the concierge let us out, but we returned so quickly the concierge came out to supervise as she was under the impression that we did not take care of business.  She thought that perhaps we went out and turned right around and came back in.  Tessa is the worse offender of that, according to the concierge.  So Tessa was getting yelled at to tend to business and go potty and none of us were allowed in until enough attempts and beratings sufficed for us to come in.

Tessa twirled and twisted and pranced up and back from the back yard to deck many times before we were allowed in.

Instead of going potty she kept going down the stairs and would swipe a mouthful of snow at one of the snow banks and then return pretending she had performed the expected task.

Anyway...

Originally, I was going to write about snoring and sleep comas tonight, or even anal glands, but not ghosts and sour smells.

But, I guess those will all be best left for another night.

I need to retire into the Royal Chambers and gather my beauty rest.

The concierge needs to be encouraged to join me.

So, may you garner all the beauty rest you require so you may greet the new day with enthusiasm and a wiggly butt!!

TTFN!

-G

I think this has something to do with the slime left from the poltergeist.....

I think it might prove safer on this side of the safety gate.....

Switched at Birth?

Hi G-Fans!

 If you read last night's entry than you are aware of my view of who and who cannot approach my royal highness in an attempt to rub the royal belly.  

Now, that is established.

It is recorded.

It is fact.

So why is it that my offspring, the royal children, do not seem to have the same discretion?

The boys are at least a little modest.  Tessa, however, must have been switched by the concierge at birth.  She could have done that you know.  How would I know?  There were ten of those little buggers squirming around.  It is possible.

Tessa needs only a slight suggestion that someone is wiling to rub her belly.  And bam!  She goes belly up in less than three seconds.

She will opt for a belly rub over going out with her siblings.

She LOVES a belly rub.

And she doesn't care who gives it to her.

No discernment whatsoever!

How can she be my daughter?

No sense of royal protocol, decorum, propriety, decency or punctilio!

None!

You'd think I didn't take the time to train her properly!

It is so distressing that I can't discuss it further.

So, may you find the day filled with the niceties of life that make each breath full and glorious.

TTFN!

-G

The ermine robe is preferable to the naked belly up pose as pictured below....!

Can't Touch This!

Hi G-Fans!

Well, another eventful day in the Royal Kingdom.  So many things I thought of sharing today.  But I think it is most important that we get one thing straight.  This royal being does not take kindly to those of non-royal lineage taking liberties in approaching her royalness.  I mean if I lowered my standards to that of a labrador and slobbered over anyone with a pulse, then where does that leave me?  Tell me, where?  I draw the line.  Unequivocally.  I will not tolerate vulgar and ugly behavior, I don't care at what cost.  I mean, can you imagine the audacity of a commoner calling me casually over to them and suggest that I flop down on my side to get a BELLY RUB?  I mean it takes an uncouth and ill-mannered troglodyte to make such an assumption of familiarity with me.  I would like to know who authorized such an approach.  I won't tolerate that from my servants, I won't tolerate it from my servants' acquaintances to be sure!  A belly rub indeed. That shows such a lack of discretion and breeding I am embarrassed for the vulgar misdirected sod!  This is an ill-refined plebeian in need of serious re-education.  Only a proletarian, peasant or philistine would make such faulty judgment.  Such uncouth and uncultured behavior is disconcerting for everyone.  

The only non-royal person allowed to make any familiar gestures to the royal being would be the authorized concierge.  Period.  That is it.  End of story.  Need I say more?  Are we all clear?

Now, the other item on tonight's agenda is Raphael, again!

We suspect we have discovered the source of his discomfort earlier this week.

We suspect some unauthorized forays into the enclosed garden in order to access the compost is thee source of his midnight distress.  

So, it will bear further scrutiny, but we are pretty certain if we curtail his jumping over the fence, he will not have anymore uncomfortable nights keeping my concierge up, thereby affecting the quality of my care.

That (quality of care) is a whole other subject that it is too late to dive into for tonight.

So, may you rest easy and get delightful belly rubs from only authorized sources!

TTFN!

-G

PS- I really do like a good belly rub, but it is just so important to draw the line of distinction as to who is authorized to perform such a delicate and familiar sort of gesture.  Wouldn't you agree?

Another Raphael story

Hi G-Fans!

Well, there doesn't seem to ever be a lack of subject matter to discuss, more a lack of time.

After I published my thoughts last night there was some drama I chose to remain aloof from....

But I will fill you in...

The concierge had finally settled in for the night, at a late hour I might add, and Riley and I were chillin'.  The concierge hadn't dropped into a deep sleep yet, she was still breathing on the light side.

Raphael started to bark.

The concierge requested that he not.

He did it a bunch more times.

The concierge requested he quiet down a bunch more times.

He didn't.

So the concierge went down without any of her visual aids to "see" what the problem was.  At which time Riley and I had been locked into the inner sanctum.  I am really glad I was deeply and soundly asleep or there would have been another thing I would have found unacceptable.  Raphael was standing at attention and grumbling.  He was being ornery.  not his usual attitude.

So the concierge let the "younguns" out.  

She waited for them to come in.  

And waited.  And waited.  

Bertie finally came and then Tessa.  Raphael was giving the concierge the "I can't hear you" treatment.  In the background at this ridiculous hour, there was nonstop barking from another dog on another street.  He sounded upset according to the concierge.

The concierge finally had waited long enough and went outside in her pj's and brought him in.  The concierge could not identify any issues he may have been feeling or experiencing.

Everyone went to bed.

The concierge nested between me, Riley and Snagglepus.  I doubt 15 minutes passed before Raphael started barking again.  The concierge waited him out for a few minutes to see if he was reacting to the barking dog or he was having a situation.

The concierge got up again, this time she remembered her glasses.

She checked the grumbling Rapahel and decided it had to do with his tummy.  So she gave him a homeopathic sleep aid and some Vanilla Mylanta and rubbed a tapped his belly.  She stayed with him for at least a half hour and probably closer to an hour.  He finally put his head on the concierge;s slippers (her feet were still in them) and drifted off to sleep.  After a few minutes the concierge slipped out of her slippers and went off to bed, only to be roused by the alarm too soon after.

Raphael acted fine all day today and he has been sleeping now for over an hour.

So, it seems he is back on track and not being fresh.

Yay.

May you find enough time in the day to gather a deep satisfying sleep so your are rested and focused every day.

TTFN!

-G

"I cant believe I ate the whole thing!"  "You ate it Raph!"

If everyone behaves things will go smoothly....

Opportunity Knocks

Hi G-Fans!

Well, the moon has been bright the last couple of days and it is invigorating!

We walked in the light of the moon.

Now, I have something to complain about.

The concierge is soooo unreasonable!  Although she took all of us for a walk after dinner, and she did take all the white dogs first.  This is it, she spoke harshly and loudly when she came back from the walk with the boys.  I am indignant!  She just yelled at us girls.  I don't understand her big problem.  So we went into the kitchen while they were out.  So we checked out the counters out while they were out.  So we maybe, perhaps, possibly removed some some unnecessary objects from the counters.  So we maybe did stuff to some of the items that didn't need to be on the counter (or in the sink).  I can't see why a stinky paper carton and a stinky sponge would cause such an outburst of attitude.  It is just so unacceptable.  Ridiculous even.  I am going to give the concierge the cold shoulder for her transgressions.  She is lucky I don't do more...

And it isn't like it took her very long to pick the pieces up either, by the way.

Just sayin'.

So may you seize the moment of the day when opportunity knocks!

TTFN!

-G

What is it?

 Hi G=Fsns!

I just want to share a little episode from today.

The concierge came home and we all gave her a good going over of sniffling.

She smelled odd so we asked her why.  She asked us back, "what kind of odd?"

So Bertie asked if she had had any burger cake today.

She shook her head no.

So then i asked if she had been around any farm animals.  

She said "no".

Riley wondered if she had been in a florist shop today.

She said 'no"

Tessa wondered if she had eaten or been around chocolate covered strawberries...

She said "no".

How 'bout plains animals... any contact with them?

She said, "what'?

So, we clarified, "you know, bison or buffalo?"

She said, "no".

Raphael said he swore he could smell something.... something familiar and unfamiliar....

Any contact with smelly feet?

She said, "no".

Apples or fruit of any kind?

"no"

Quiche?

"No"

Tessa has the best nose in the family, she wondered about things like.....

Birds?

"Not really"

Mice or other rodents?

"No"

So we all pondered and asked the concierge to share why she has odd smells in the first place and then maybe we can figure out the origin of the odor.

So the concierge explained her day in hopes we would recognize something.

She started her day in a home with some cigarette smoke, two dogs, cats and a bird.

We all agreed that we could smell that it the smell was attached to a dog but not from that house.

So then the next visit had a dog too, 

A big black unneutered lab who could lose a few pounds.

We all agreed we were getting close.

We were all certain it was related to this dog.

So the concierge told us that she wiped the dog's eyes with a baby wipe, gave him hugs and he in turn gave her some kisses.  We now know this is getting to where it needs to go.

The concierge continued.

The big black labrador retriever was leaning on her as they both sat on the floor.

He looked at her adoringly, gave her another kiss, and then tooted right there and right on the concierge. 

Hr continued to give her kisses on her face and he was quite pleased at his gentlemanly tooting.

So we now know how she had that strange mixture of smells.

Mystery unravelled.

So, may you baffle those around you with intrigue as to the source of your smell.  May you chuckle audibly when the mystery is solved.

Have a good night and good tomorrow.

TTFN!

-G

The Pool

PS- FOr some reason this showed as sent last night and as a draft tonight, so I am publishing it again, sorry if you are getting it as a repeat...

A little chill-time

Hi G-Fans!

As we say around here, frequently these days, "never a dull moment..."

Instead of a walk today in the dripping rain or the sunny sun, we went swimming.  Yes, I know it is winter, and even a warm day isn't a great swimming day, but we swam inside.

The concierge must have been up all night getting the indoor pool ready for us to use this morning.  I have to say, it wasn't like in the picture with the Polar Bear.  It was a little dreary, and there was a lot of inconsistent dripping from the ceiling (if there was more it would have made a nice waterfall) and all she kept saying was the naughty "s-h" word, you know which one, the one that means "poop" - one of our favorite topics!

Anyway, I digress...

It was a nice change to do some winter swimming.  The concierge kept repeating over and over how deep it was, I thought it was a little on the shallow side, only up to her ankles.... we paddled and splashed more than swam.

She kept circling around pulling plugs and moving boxes and she did a really weird thing.  She shut the water off, and it was way before it was deep enough, even though, like I wrote, there was a beginning of a good waterfall coming down the vent shaft and the stairway.  It was almost something. 

The concierge kept scrambling up and down the stairs, grabbing towels, moving towels, making phone calles and looking genuinely frazzled.

She didn't really join in the fun at all.  She seemed very preoccupied.  Humans can be so complicated.

Then the people started coming with towels and they kept throwing them on the floor and not wrapping us up in them.

We had to be careful so we didn't skid in the kitchen or bathroom because some of the pool water was up there too.

Then that horrible plumber-guy came and stopped all our fun.  The concierge, however, must have been really sleep deprived because she seemed relieved and was able to get to her job for her third appointment.  (She meets with all sorts of smelling people every day.)  And then the pool was only a damp memory.  Next time, though, the concierge should really do something to eliminate all the flotsam in the pool.  I don't like the smell of wet cardboard and debris.... it just gets in the way of our fun.

She promised us to do it better next time.  She had a crazed look in her eye, however, when she said it.....

I am not sure if she wasn't giving me a sardonic response..... I guess sometimes it is best to just carry on and not react to the dark humor in some of us....

Wouldn't you agree?

So, there you have it, another unuasual day at the palace

Sleep Bliss!

White, white everywhere...

Tess in sponge mode... She looks like she is relaxing but she is absorbing every last breath and word so she can ahve...

 Hi G- Fans!

We survived another Monday.

Not that days of the week have any meaning for us, only inasmuch that it rules the human rhythms.

So a Monday is for humans as it is for us.... or vice versa.....

The concierge has been a little high strung lately.

I would say that is good for a zither, but not a human.

She tries to follow her exercise/stretch regime, but it has become pretty sparse lately.  She should do like we do and stretch every half hour in between deep bouts of restful sleep.

No stress from that!

Someone pulled on the concierge's hair when I wasn't around and teased her about the different colored hair at her temples.  Now, I don't notice it, but now that it is brought to my attention, it has really started sprouting in and taking over.  I notice Tess is looking more and more like a white-face 'possum so I guess we are all sprouting extra white hairs.  The concierge stated that she earned every last white hair...  I don't see what that is suppose to mean...

I do know it isn't such a big deal.

As long as it isn't getting in the way

Well, G-fans, I need to go, I keep twitching as my eyes shut and I lurch forward.

It is time to call it a night and retire to the royal chambers.

I will invite Riley and the concierge to join me, but no one else, except maybe Sangglepus...    

May your sleep be deep and restful :)

TTFN!

-G

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Tess in pass out mode

Tess in thinking mode.

Wild and White....

Hi G-Fans!

Well, the snow has been coming.  I am writing a quick initial note to let you know that.  It is wild and white outside right right now and I expect it will continue for awhile.

I will check in later about that.

...OK, It is later.....
The snow is done for now.
We had some excitement trying to get to the bog.  The snow bent the trees into the path and made for an adventurous and arduous trek in the snow.  We are going to be sore tomorrow and we have all made a pact to try and act like we aren't sore in the morning.  The concierge has not subscribed to the pact and will more than likely be stiff because she not only did the walk with us, but I watched her from the coziness of warmth by the wood stove shovel several times because of snow plows undoing her original work and snow drifts moving the snow around.
She wasn't thrilled I can tell you.
Now I am sleepy and not very interested in writing much more.
So may you have a day of presidential  proportions!
TTFN!
-G

Amidst snowflakes aswirling...

Who is that by the tree?

And who is that?

Snagglepus  in snow action...

And some more snow fun....allemand left...

And allemand right....
Good night!