So.  Nana reads Malcolm Gladwell (who she loves) and she has books on Branding.  Not BLANDING, not blacksmithing, BRANDING.

Branding is apparently a BIG THING and Nana knows her brands.   Hold that thought...


Nana knows about Black Swans.  I know about them too because they are birds but Nana's Black Swans are different: she says they are unexpected events that no one sees coming until you get whacked upside the head with them.    Hold that thought...


Nana bought a bit of better butter.  If Nana bought a bit of better butter, how much butter would Nana have to buy to make whipped short bread cookies?


More.  The answer is more.

 

 

 

 

This is the brand.  I like this brand. 

 

This is also the Black Swan.  I do not like Black Swans.

 

Malcolm Gladwell would say that I am an outlier and that I made the wrong decision in the blink of an eye but hey! It was what the Dog Saw! and after a while there was a tipping point.

 

I ate a pound of Nana's butter.

 

Ergo:

 

No cookies.

Black Swans have been gastronomically unpleasant.

Mr. Gladwell can keep his stats to himself.

 

Nana has to buy a bit more of better butter.

And shampoo.  I have had 3 baths in the last 24 hours. 

 

Bitter butter.  Nana should get a bit more of better butter and leave it higher.

 

Nana bought a bit of bitter butter.  Bailey ate the bitter butter and thought that better butter would not have been so bitter.  If Bailey does not eat the better butter he will be a better Bailey and not need a big bath, which would be better...for all concerned.

 





 

 

 

 

THIS late friend is Cue.

Cue became late a few weeks ago.  Her person loved Cue and knew that it was time to let Cue go play with my Toddie.  She knows that she will see Cue...later.

We love you Cue. 

So I have given up on the 2 babies.  They were Nana's anyway, so I am not responsible.  AND I learned a very important lesson: not only do babies leave, but if you RENT them, you can feed them whatever you want and can get away with it!  So cool.

So, I rented one:

How's about THIS???

I fed him my green bean diet and he only spit out 3.  He dug around and ate the good stuff and eventually, Nana came and cleaned it up.  Thanks! Nana!

So.  I just want to talk to you about the importance of fathers, even foster fathers and Big Brothers.  Me and the little guy are buds and I am going to teach him to pee in the garden, swim, walk like a heeler, avoid the girls, pay attention, stay off the street, look out for that boxer, watch good shows that have ducks and sheep in them, and not bark.  It is important to show him how to be a Big Dog without being a BIG and cranky dog that scares the mailman.  He needs to learn manners, like which fork to use and when.  I am going to watch over him so he will grow up and be a responsible Good Citizen. 

And when he is 21, he can sign over the movie rights to cuteness.  LOL.  Unca Bobbbbbbb....

I have lost them.

I had 2 babies.  I had them right here and now I can't find them.  I think Nana put them away and I have looked everywhere for them. 

Why would she do that to me???

MY GREAT! Great Grandpa uses dawn in his bubble bath.  I know this because the Source of All Information told me so.

Nana also said that I should use Pantene.  I use the clear one and that is why I am so fluffy and smell so good.

So Grandpa,
As you can see, I have not got enough room to lie down and there are no jets in the tub.  NOR do I see any pool side drinks or doggy treats.

How can you leave me like this!!!!!!!?

I promise to be careful with the razor but I have to use it because my underarm hair is just too, too much.
love, Bailey

When you're UP, you're up.

And when you're DOWN, you're down...

You're NEITHER UP NOR DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  This is me in my birthday suit. 
I am now 2 years old and I am getting my driving permit next week.  I am sorry I am not so perky looking but I saw a gecko run behind Nana and she doesn't know it yet.  I will tell her in a minute when I jump off this chair, over her head and snatch it up in my deadly fangs and toss it into the pool for the sharks.

I did ever tell you how I single handedly fought off the British at the Battle of Culloden and I used a broadsword that was made out of an asteroid metal with the name of Excalibur and I drank water all night with Bonnie Prince Charlie and we ate wild white roses out of Fiona MacDonald's red hair?

Its all true I swear its all true. 

THIS is a qr.  QR.  Nana calls it a quirt just to confuse but I have my very own.  I will put it on my business cards and people can point their smart phones at it and it will abracadabra show them "HERE"  Ta da. 

Nana got it for me.  Thanks Nana!    You should get one too!

Nana has been playing sick.  So I am not talking to her...

She was told that you can only talk out her 44,000 words if she breathes out.  Since breathing IN is the problem, she can breathe and talk until she turns blue but I am not talking to her.

She says I am going to boot camp. If I really have to go, I am going to take a nail file with me. 

Didja read it???

Look at us!  We are Scot!  Nana always knew that but I will tell you one thing for sure...



I.

AM

NOT

EATING

HAGGIS!



And I am not wearing a kilt either.  Neither is grandpa.  No way. No how.

PBS!!

World -- August 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM EDT

Golden Retrievers Go 'Home' for Gathering in Scottish Highlands

By: Lorna Baldwin

Golden retrievers from around the world converged for three days in July in the Scottish Highlands to honor the birthplace of the breed. Photos by Lorna Baldwin.
TOMICH, Scotland -- Around 11 p.m. the crowd raised their glasses as the last of the light faded from the Highland sky to toast Lord Tweedmouth. Dogs were everywhere, and nearly all of them were golden retrievers. They came from around the world to pay tribute to the man who first bred them here in the mid-1800s. Some were almost white; some had a more reddish hue and others fell somewhere in between.
The dogs and their owners strolled down the very same lane that British Prime Minister Winston Churchill once reputedly learned to drive on. Their destination, Guisachan House (pronounced Goose-a-kin), was brightly lit in a changing array of colored lights against the darkening Scottish sky. It was a mostly quiet affair.
A quiet nighttime stroll of dogs and owners winded up the lane to the ruins of Guisachan House, where owners toasted Lord Tweedmouth, the man who first bred golden retrievers there in 1868.
Almost unbelievably, the dogs didn't bark, and their owners spoke in hushed, reverential tones as they made their way along the drive up to the now-ruined house.
It was one of the opening events to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the founding of Britain's Golden Retriever Club. And because Scotland is the birthplace of the breed, hundreds of dogs -- a new record of 222 dogs, to be exact -- and dog owners from around the world made the pilgrimage to the tiny conservation village of Tomich, next to the Guisachan Estate, about a 200-mile drive north from Glasgow. Some came from as far away as Australia. Others traveled the length of the United Kingdom to attend. And there were also Spaniards, Danes, Austrians, Japanese, Italians, Canadians and a contingent of about 50 Americans on hand, among others.
The golden retriever breed originated in 1868 when Lord Tweedmouth mated a yellow Wavy-Coated retriever named "Nous" with a Tweed Water spaniel named "Belle."
Guisachan was the home of Dudley Coutts Majoribanks, the first Baron Tweedmouth, from 1854 to 1894. It was here he famously bred the first golden retriever. Crufts catalogue, considered the historical British authority on all things canine, cites Lord Tweedmouth's stud book. Tweedmouth notes the mating took place in 1868 between a yellow Wavy-Coated Retriever named Nous and a somewhat rare, and now extinct, Tweed Water-Spaniel named Belle. That breeding produced four yellow puppies: Crocus, Cowslip, Ada and Primrose. It took another 64 years before the breed was officially recognized in the United States by the American Kennel Club.
Golden retrievers are the third most popular breed of dog in the United States, according to the American Kennel Club.
Carol Nolte came all the way from Maineville, Ohio, for what she calls her "golden retriever mecca." Nolte's love affair with the dog began when she was a little girl and started showing and breeding, even winning the right to compete at Westminster's junior show in New York City.
Guisachan House, now in ruins, was the gathering point for hundreds of goldens and their owners in July.
Nolte and her husband Joe keep about a dozen dogs of their own in Ohio. The dogs didn't make the transatlantic trip, but Nolte and her husband wouldn't miss it. "For years golden enthusiasts have been coming here," Nolte said. "I'm guilty. We came here about 10 years ago for the first time. It's a good reason to get together to have a party."

Buckets of water sit in the fields ready for the golden retrievers to quench their thirst.

The party lasted for three days in July, with haggis hurling, tug-of-war and a dog show all on the agenda. Under warm, sunny skies, the dogs watched as their owners donned kilts, stepped onto overturned half-whiskey barrels, raised a wee dram (for the uninitiated, a shot of whiskey), and then hurled the frozen haggis down a long, grassy lane. Visitors from around the world tried their hand, but as might have been expected the winners were both Scottish. The male winner, Warwick Lister-Kaye, was actually born in a house that was once the old kennels at Guisachan. Tug-of-war was a hit too, with the Scottish women handily beating the American women and other nations pairing up against each other in raucous but jovial battles.
Spectators watch as a woman launches a frozen haggis down a grassy lane in the haggis hurling competition. Haggis is the national dish of Scotland, a mix of sheep's heart, liver and lungs encased in the animal's stomach.
The culmination of the gathering was reserved for the dogs with the Club's championship show, held in the nearby village of Cannich. And then the dogs and their owners began their journeys home, many saying they would be back to the birthplace of the breed they love so much.
More than 200 dogs and their owners gather for a group photo in front of the ruins of Guisachan. Photo by Carol Nolte.

I have a quirt

Along with my blue jacket, Nana got me a quirt.  I can't play with it, eat it, sleep with it, swim with it, talk to it, take it for a walk, pounce on it, keep it in the fridge with my ice, so I have no idea why I have one. 

 

Nana buys Grandpa useless things too. 

Bye...have a nice day!

So it has been a Very Busy Week...

for Nana.

She had another baby.  Yeah Nana, 'way to go.  I of course didn't get to go.


And she bought me a "cute" thing that cuts into my sense of style.  For a minute, until she figured it out, I thought I was a bronco horse or a brahma bull (if you know what I mean).  Thank Heavens she figured it out. 

let me pause for a minute to say, "I heard you Grandpa, snickering...just you wait until you see what she is going to get YOU!  All I am saying is that we will match".  She is going to sew my patch on it and at least I don't have to wear the neckerchief anymore.  But still....

I don't like it.

One of the most wonderful things in the desert is the chance to see wild life.  Sadly we have not seen any jackalopes, nor a sasquatch.  We have not seen any havalinas either and that is a bit of a surprise. I have seen something that I think is a meerkat that runs across the road.  We got a lot of bugs. I saw a 6 inch grasshopper.  It is all very exciting until Nana blew it all into OrdinaryLand and showed us her pictures (poor quality, I do say so myself, but it is important to encourage her) of the Horses.

We live out under the Dome.  When you break out, you see scrub trees. and sand. And sometimes you see groups of 10 or 15 horses.  But Nana left me again and she was so smart, she stopped the car on the side of the road and got out to take pictures. 

There were only 200 of them...and the Big Black Horse is the Chief of the whole herd and he is running them under the bridge and into the pasture on the other side of the highway.  Nana said she could feel the pounding of the hooves...

She saw them twice and now they are gone.  Poof! Poof!!!  Gone and no one knows where.  Nana is sad about this and, not to tell a story here, but IF you see her going UP and DOWN the road looking into the desert, hit her on the noggin and send her home. 

Miss Krystal helped make the pictures so much better.  Wizard.

Nana leaves me and goes off and does stuff.  I do not get to go...I GET to stay home.  I watch shows on TV about sheep and ducks.  Some monkey.....

But I like Shaun the Sheep the best.  But here is what she has been doing:

She went to some plant store and they have birds there.  This Bird (please note Bird, with a capital B, not a bird with a small b, because Birds can talk and birds can't)  can talk and he was quite specific...

"ARRRK, come back here!"   "Come back here!!"  He is a right bossy little guy. Of course, I didn't get to chat with him. Because I was home watching Shaun the Sheep. 

So unfair.

This is a very special merry-go-round and this bird is Grandpa's bird.  Nana says that she was so proud when Grandpa took flight on the back of the dreaded ginormous hummingbird.  Nana also says that she broke her camera and so you will just have to imagine our handsome grandpa swooping around the merry-go-round. 

I didn't get to go.

I don't get to go anywhere.  Me and Shaun the Sheep.  Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

So this is my Birthday picture...

And yes, Miss Jan, as a matter of fact, I AM sitting on the coach.  It was my birthday!!!

I knew you would want to see my duck...

It does not float. 

As you MAY recall, July 18th was my birthday...

I am now two (2). 

 

 

 

For my birthday, I was reminded that I got chastised by a Person Younger than Me.  I was reminded that I got a duck last week.  I was reminded that I didn't get cake.  I was reminded that dogs do not wear party hats nor have Big Birthday Bashes.  No candles, no balloons.

 

 

I think I will change my name to Eoyore.  Eyore?  Eeyore?  To that donkey's name. 

 

 

Oh?  Nana?  Oh.  Nana said that I got ice cream.  This is true. :)

 

 

 

not enough. 

We are all waiting for a baby.  A very important baby.  NO! Not THAT baby...Nana's new baby.  But in honor of that Other Baby, Nana has decided that I should practice my manners.  I have stopped drooling, licking, pushing people down the stairs just because they are slow and old (Sorry Nana) and now I am required to only cross my legs at my ankles.

Nana says it is a) good for my circulation. B) shows breeding - because after all, my dad was Prince Charming Maxwell, and c) Nana said I had to do it.

I always do what Nana says.
LOLLOLOLOLOL

Remember I told you that I was stealthy?

 

So, I waited until Nana was nicely curled up watching something goofy and I oozed up to her so I could be petted on. 
Nana is so well trained that when I am close by she just naturally starts to pet on me and I let her because it makes her feel good and then...wait for it...I smiled at her.

Heehheeeehhhheeee Nana nearly had a heart attack!  I have these mag-nifi-cent teeth and my canines - no pun intended - are beautiful and loooong.  So when Nana looked over at me to make sure she was petting me exactly where she should, she saw two (2) !!! sets of long white teeth. 




She made me spit it out. 

So mean Nana.  So mean.

Stealthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy

I am A Therapy Dog.  I am important and I have learned that some people are afraid of dogs. So I watched a video on cats.

Cats are sneaky.  They are very clever and stealthy.  Like a B-! bomber.  So I paid particular attention to how to sit next to a person without being noticed.  I practice and I practice and even though Nana will NOT change the carpet or dye my fur to match it NOW, I have learned to be stealthy.

See????

Just the other day, she was WELL AWARE of me.  Now, she doesn't even see me. 

You can be stealthy too.  Nana is.  You just have to be kinda like a cat.

By the light of the moon...silver

Did you see the Moon?  This is MY moon but Nana says that she suspects that yours looks quite a bit like mine.

Right beside my moon is a streetlight for when my moon is busy shining somewhere else.  Nana calls this a no moon, not a blue moon or a waning or waxing moon.  Just a gone moon.  As opposed to being mooned, this is a shining moon. 

Sometimes I think that Todd is just sitting on the star to the right of the moon.  Watching me.  Hi Todd!

The Boy said the blessing on the food tonight.  My family tends to wander a bit because they like cold food and The Boy is on his soapbox.  On and on, and I am dying here...and then he says, "And please Toddie, that he will do good in Heaven."

Todd.  He did not like cameras. But he did good here and he will do good in Heaven.  He will be laughing and horsing around with Peanuts and Auggie, Boots, Major, Peta, Porky and Bess - its going to be great.

I miss him too. Nana says it is ok to miss someone who dies.  They loved us and their love surrounds us like a blanket. Only their love never leaves.  Its there forever and ever.
Nana says when you love someone, they never really go away.  Their spirit stays close to you always because you belonged to each other.

Looks pretty clean, doesn't it?  This is The Playroom.  Its where the kids come but the windows are the best because you can see out of them (Thanks Grandpa!) and see them coming!

I am going to sit myself down here for a while and wait til those little children come home.  I don't understand: they get in the Big Machine and GO and then the Big Machine comes and throws out the little kids and it sits and stays. No one waters or feeds it.  Too noisy.

I would watch for you too...if you were going to come on over.  We'd love to have you!  Nana made cookies! What are you waiting for?  C'on! This is about as good as its gonna get!  Just bring your suits but we got lotsa towels. 
Hurry!
I will be watchin' for ya!

Good morning!  You are going to have to look really close at my picture.  Do you see the head phones?  Little Miss Texas and Little Miss Arizona put these on my ears.  Ha ha, they didn't notice that I have flaps over my ears especially designed to keep this kind of stuff away.

Little Miss Texas believes that I am listening to Country and Western and while I do think Faith Hill is very pretty, she is wrong.

Little Miss Arizona believes that I am listening to Rock and Roll and while I do like Olivia Newton John is quite wonderful, she is also wrong.

I am listening to Rachmaninoff, Concerto number 3 because it is Nana's favorite and I am sucking up to her because she knows where the dog treats are.

Of course, all of this is nonsense.  These are doll ear phones. lol

We had a Dog Fair!  A Fair Dog Fair...a Fairy Dog Fair.  This dude stole MY wings and was licking MY water and LOOK at him.

Oh oh...Nana says it was a her.

LOOK at HER!!!  All I am going to say is that those are monarch butterfly wings and we are not on the migration route for monarch butterflies and SHE is a dog.

Its all so embarrassing.


Oh OH...Nana says that the wings made for great pictures and the new dog park got money from the pictures and I am supposed to say "sorry".

I am not saying sorry because...it looks stupid and now I have to go because Nana is going to wash my mouth out with soap because I am not supposed to say "stupid".  I hope she uses Irish Spring...it is so refreshing.


Oh.  And they are not my wings either.

This is Bailey again.

It has been a little while since Toddie laid down.  Nana says that in Botswana - a place that I will not be invited to - when people and dogs die, they become "late".  So, Toddie is late.  When he became late, I was very sad and sometimes I go and lie down where Grandpa left his body and sit and think deep thoughts.  Toddie is late.  Someday I will be late and Nana says its all ok.

Ok Nana.

But we have had Company.  8 of the almost 16 came and I was so busy.  They swam and shared.  They are very good about sharing so I got hot dogs (hot dogs!!!) and yogurt, and peanut butter and home-made raspberry jam on whole wheat bread and popsicles, and baby food and crackers and popcorn and ice cream.  Dr. Wendy said that I need to lose a few - a few what I might ask???

So 6 of 6 took 4 of 2 to the Lego Store and 1 of 4 decided she wanted to go to Build-A-Bear but she built a dog.  Then she brought it home and look what I had to share:

It was startling to say the least...


Oh...by the way...Grandpa has a numbering system.  1 of 6 is Nana's oldest and she has 5 children.  So 2 of 6 has 4 children, 3 of 6 has 2, 4 of 6 has 1, 5 of 6 has 2 and 6 of 6 has a baby coming for my birthday present.  So.  You have to figure out who is who and what is what and who belongs to who and we all belong to Nana.  Even Grandpa.

Well, I decided, based on Toddie's general sweetness and my own good up-rearing and all, I would forgive Toddie and gently remind him that he loved me.  He gave me a sweet lick and lied down.

I went and told Nana and she went and got Grandpa and they were crying.  So I started crying and so Nana has to write this next part because I am so sad.

This is Nana and I am going to talk to Bailey because he is a little confused but the rest of you can listen in if you like.

On this earth, we called Todd a Shiz Hsu. He came from a long line of proud ancestors whose job it was to protect the Emperor and his family.  They carried these little dogs in their sleeves - this is where you get the saying about people "hiding something up their sleeve."  But Todd was born in a mystical land called Blaine, by the sea with beaches and seagulls and waves and all.  And he wobbled over and chose The Girl and she brought him home.  Todd had wonky eyes that couldn't tell depth so he would run around the corner and WACK! straight into the wall. He liked to sleep on the bed and we soon found out he needed a king-size bed for the little Emperor's dog.

Toddie looked like an Ewok.  He didn't like to wear human doll clothes and he acted like a cat most of the time.  He like tomatoes and ketch-up, ice cream, mashed potatoes and gravy.  He did not like peas or strawberries.  He seemed to believe that if it was not worth wearing, then it was not worth eating.  For a while, Todd fell into the "wrong crowd"...Auggie.  Auggie was from the wrong side of good and did his best to corrupt Todd.  But Todd was too good, or had hit his head too hard, too often and so he remained pure and sweet.  He didn't like to get cold.

Toddie The Pure and the Brave died in Nana's arms last Sunday night. June 2, 2013.  We knew that Toddie had a stroke on Friday night and so we stayed close on Saturday and Sunday.  We could tell he was leaving so the children came to say good bye.  They were so soft and gentle. but wanted to know what would happen to Todd.

This is what we believe and this is what we told them:  We believe that all things were created spiritually upon this earth before they were created physically.  We believe that we lived with our Heavenly Father before we came here and we will go back to him as we choose to do what He would have us do.  So Toddie's spirit went back to Heavenly Father and Todd will get to play with Peta, Major, Curtis, Peanuts and Boots.  We believe that when the Savior comes back to Earth and its all glorified and perfect, Toddie will get his perfect little body back and he will stay with our family.

Grandpa buried Toddie's body in a casket in our yard by the roses.  We said a prayer.  Every now and then, we cry for a few minutes because we miss him.  He taught us a lot about patience, forgiveness, gentleness, boundaries, unconditional love, courage in the face of suffering. He taught us that if we are kind, perfection's failures have meaning. He taught us that looking clean and fresh helped you feel good about yourself.  He taught us that tomato sauce stains but to kiss him anyway.

Thank you for letting us share our sadness - it became halved - and thank you for being our friends.   Bailey is feeling pretty down these days and a good tummy rub is appreciated.

Never ever let the last thing out of your mouth be anything but I love you.

We love you Toddie.  You made us better, kinder, softer, gentler, more.  Good night sweet Emperor Dog,  we will see you soon.

Will you take a LOOK at this!!!!

Little bitty package for little bitty bits of nutnhoney for Toddie and me to share.  I am sure I hear Nana say the word "Share" but She lets things go "Pouff!" out of her mind and then I am slam bam right in trouble Ma'am....

So I was held against my will, in front of a Judge who was compromised because he has a RE -la-tion-ship with Nana.  The Girl was screaming, "Yeah he did it alright." and the Boy was hollering, "Oh man, Bails, you shouldn't ha done that.

So after the screaming and the hollering went home to bed, Nana sat me down and gave me a "talken to".  I hate these.  Nana knows that I am only good in the here and now, and talking about when and where and why adds no redeeming value to my knowledge.  But I sat there, real polite like because she was sitting on my front paw and holding my treat in her left paw.

Nana's left paw is the one she uses to fly her hands around the air and it can get dangerous and maybe even break off so I gotta keep my eye on the treat because it is bound to break off and go flying.

Poor Nana...I can be gracious in defeat because it is clear that she is wacky.

And Grandpa - he won't lock her up because, well, she has files on everyone. So Grandpa thought I had best write Unca Bob.  Unca Bob is the smartest tootiness lawyer-up lawyer in the West. So here it goes:

Dear Unca Bob,
I needed to write you because you are the best, smartest, tootiness lawyer-up lawyer in the West and I am a poor young sweet thing who is in jeopardy because of That Woman.
I am a poor sweet puppy, barely able to see over the window sill to see if breakfast is cooking (She Don't cook Unca Bob!)  As you know all my family up and abandon me.  I knowed I shouldn't a turned back but salt is a good thing to have but I got away with it. 
That Woman says I done parlayed off with Toddie's last crumbs, that I side-swiped his car and ran off to the Mexican Border.  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT????
I can't speak Spanish, I would go North, up to where Butch and the Boyz are hiding.  Lets be logical here...
And Toddie is old enough to share, he knows how to share and sacrifice.  He is a Senior Citizens and if we can't trust them, who can we trust???
So I want to withdraw my nomination of Toddie for President of the United States because if you cant trust a senior citizen to do the right thing and sacrifice, what is this world coming to????I am asking you Unca Bob??? What are you all going do about this problem?

I can tell you right now that I am not buying Toddie a new snack pack.  I borrowed money off a him yesterday or the day before and I can't go asking him for more money.  I have principles.  But no money. But if he asks, you can tell him it was darn good eatin' and thank him kindly.  Good dog Todd. Thanks a lot. You say that you got ice cream?

Who gave you ice cream??????

NANA gave you ICE CREAM????????????

Unca Bob, I want to sue Nana.  She is being mean and withholding food from an orphan. Lets get that Jerry Spence as second chair.  He knows a good case when he sees one.  WILL YOU CALL HIM????
Ah, c'om, Unca Bob.  Don't be like that...

Guess WHAT????


Nana said I am going to JAIL!

Stayed tuned right here...I gotta go find a lawyer.

Nana left me and Toddie again.  She is a Traveling Nana...apparently.  But THIS time, Miss OM sent me a present!

So, thank you Miss OM!  I can't wait to see you!!  I am so excited that I am already sleeping on your bed!

LOLOLOLO...I know, get down.

Toddie is doing super good.  We took him to Dr. Wendy and found out that he is old! and has bad teeth!  Well, the teeth part is not actually a surprise.. 

But Todd has a heart murmur. Nana says that we all seem to have heart murmurs...  Murmurs are what we do when we complain under our breath and no one can quite hear us but they can tell we have a misery that we don't want to share but we want everyone to know we are unhappy.

Nana says that Murmur-ers are in need of a heart operation - they need their heart fixed OR to get a new one OR they could change their hearts.  Apparently it is really hard to change your heart.

So.  Good luck!  I am working on changing my heart. 

In an unfortunate series of incidents, all my toys - pig...chicken!...big chicken! have now become un-float-able.

They drowned.  I don't dive.

So Nana! (yeah! Nana!!, WAY TO GO NANA!!!) got me a new chicken.

I have not yet determined if New Chicken can swim but I will find out today.  Wish him good luck!

But, question - if he swims, is he a witch?  If he drowns is he a good chicken?  This whole Salem thing is very confusing...

 

 Hi Miss Jan,
This is for you tonight...

See all the friends hanging around?  love, Bailey

 
 
 
 

Toddie

Toddie has been very sick.  But Nana took him to Dr. Black and he is all better now.  He is perky and holds his tail up. 

Last night he got into the bed with Nana and I find that simply appalling.  Wait 'til Grandpa finds out!  (We do NOT need to mention my short neglect about whose bed is whose, do we?  I keep files...)

Anyway, then he - Toddie - curled up and snoozed on the floor which is where dogs are supposed to sleep.  (Unless we really, REALLY miss someone and then we can sleep on their side of the bed).

 

 

Night, Night Toddie. 

 

Love your bells.  Now we can hear him when he is eating my food. 

I am a Big guy...

Nana is a artsy kind a person.  As the Girl said, "Nana, you are so crafty!"  Poor Nana, she never gets it...   Grandpa spends a lot of time explaining things to her.

But we like Monet.  He is this French dude that has a very nice garden and he paints it (over and over and over - sheesh, lilies are great but would you look at the roses???) So we like Monet.  Except we don't actually KNOW Monet, excuse me, Monsieur Monet because well, he went the way of all the world.

ANYWAY!  Nana likes his colors...well, they are almost anyone's colors because colors are free and you can have any color you want without paying for it unless you go to a paint store and then you have to buy your colors but I am not allowed because I have not got opposable thumbs so Nana went to the paint store and she got BLUE!

Blue!  Not like her eyes which are brown.  And she does not have blue hair, unlike Mrs. Shaw who was Nana's grade 4 teacher who had blue hair but she went the way of all the world.  So we have a blue room. 


Does it not match nicely with my hair?  Blonde and blue, that is the perfect match because Great Nana is blue-eyed and blonde and that is why Great Grandpa fell in love with her and they have a blonde dog too and he looked great in their bedroom which was BLUE!

If you look closely at this picture, you will see that I ate the cookie that said "EAT ME" and I grew so I hit the ceiling and bonked my head so I hope that I don't go the way of all the world but I can hear the baby birds so I am quite happy.

Aren't you glad that you don't live in my head?
I am laughing out loud because, no, there IS nothing you can do about it.  Love, Bailey