Thursday, February 26, 2009

Honest Scrap

Honest Scrap: Telling the Whole Sorry Verito

BabyRocketDog and Hootie tapped me with the esteemed Honest Scrap award today, which means I have to tell ten truthful things about myself. Here are the official Honest Scrap rules:

"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Scrap" weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"

Now, please remember my girl’s pathetic techno skills and forgive us if she can’t figure out how to link back or create live links to those lucky seven I pass the Honest Scrap honors to. She promises she will try her best. So … here goes:

1. I wolf down my breakfasts and dinners in about one minute, flat. I’m a bit of a piggy!

2. I make peculiar noises in the middle of the night, including yodeling loudly and, my favorite, mmmmmm-ing as though I’m savoring a beautiful bowl of dinner. Although I’ve never really savored my dinner because I wolf it down in one minute flat.

3. Despite obedience classes, three kinds of special collars and all of my girl’s efforts, I still pull on my leash during walkies. She says one of her arms is now longer than the other.

4. I am keenly interested in the contents of the fridigerator and always try to nab things when the door is open. Once, I got a whole chicken (score!!); another time, I knocked over an unopened bottiglia of limoncello that mia ragazza had carefully toted all the way back from Italia, shattering it. It was crate citta for me after THAT one.

5. I steal everything: Shoes, gloves, sunglasses, books, hairbrushes, remote controls, keys, socks, plastic cups, cell phones, clothes from the dryer, sofa pillows – you name it.

6. I tuckbuttrun uncontrollably at least once per evening in a route that takes me through the first floor, up the stairs and then back down again. I usually make this loop about five times before I have to pause for a big slurp of water.

7. When mia ragazza is on the telefono with someone, I get jealous and start pulling on her sleeve or pants’ leg. Basically, I want to be at the center of her universe all the time.

8. There’s just something about ice cubes that makes me go totally pazzo. When I get one, I take off like a maniac through the house, dropping the ice cube and pouncing on it time and time again as it slides around. Eventually I crunch it up while in a full roach.

9. If mia ragazza has her hair in a ponytail and she bends down to give me baci, I not only pull on her ponytail, but I nab the ponytail elastic and dash off to chew it.

10. Across the hall from the foot of our stairs are double doors to my girl’s ufficio, a rich source of chewable papers and steal-able desktop items , so naturally, I am not allowed in. To gain access anyway, I run to the top of the stairs, pause to gather steam, then barrel down and body slam the office doors. Presto! Open!

So now, my lucky seven Honest Scrap honorees (please forgive me if you've already received this award!):
Tanti baci!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Italian Thanks and Scottish Terriers

Note: It’s only my third post and my girl is already messing up! She is verrry late getting this post onto my bloggie today, so I hereby extend the TWOsday game for all those who’d like to play. Take as long as you need!

Ciao, amici!

It’s TWOsday in my little cita, and that means it’s time to buddy up with a good pal (or someone you’d like to HAVE as a good pal) and say two nice things about them, as a way of saying thank you for friends. Now, my GIRRRRL is making me buddy up with mia sorella of a different decade, Jinks, and I have to say two nice things about her -- and that's mostly because the other night I nabbed one of the blue-million pictures my girl keeps of this perfetto (grrr…) Scottish terrier and gave it a good chewing. I am a smidgen jealous of Jinks, can you tell?

So, begrudgingly, I officially tap Jinks as my TWOsday buddy and here are the two nice things I have to say about her:

Uno: Not only was she a doggie, but she could also be a dustmop in a pinch and sweep the floors with her long skirt as she walked.
Due: She was little, so she didn’t take up much space.

THERE! I did it.

You’re probably wondering about this Jinks doggie, aren’t you? Oh, I might as well get it over with and tell you since mia ragazza is forcing my paw. (By the way, that's HER at the top of my bloggie post, but I'll bet you already figured that out. There are other photos of Jinks for this post, but my girl says Blogger is not letting her insert them ... that's ok with ME!)

So, here's the story: Before there was me in her life – and much as it pains me to acknowledge this – my girl had other doggies. Waaayyyy back, there was Teddy the Bull Terrier, who was actually the dog of her fratello, but my girl dug Teddy like, well, like I dig my yard. She says the only thing bigger than Teddy’s personalita was his heart. Now, I really don’t have any problem with Teddy because, technically, he wasn’t my girl’s pup – he was her brother’s pup. But then, later (sigh …), there was St. Jinks the Good. I call her that because to hear my girl talk about her, this doggie was simply too good to be believed – no barking, no chewing, no countersurfing (how could she with those short little leggies!?!), sheesh, no fun. But she was also known by a lot of other silly, silly names, such as The Jinkser, Jinksy, Mookie-Lou, Jinksy-Winksy, Jinksy-Doodle, Jinsky-Bean, yada, yada, yada …!

Jinks lived with my girl for 15 years, and after she crossed the Rainbow Bridge, my girl was so broken-hearted that she lived dogless for a long, long time, fearful that she could never love another doggie as much as she loved her dear Scottie friend. (Lucia’s girl’s editorial note: Lucia has proved that to be wrong! Ti amo, mia bella dolce Lucia.)

Go find your TWOsday buddies, amici, and be sure to say two nice things about them. If you want to post it to your bloggies, it would be lots of fun to read …!

Tanti baci!


Monday, February 23, 2009

A VERRRY Special Grazie Bulletin

Mia ragazza and I send out molto, molto thank you's to Stanley and the inhabitants of Gooberstan for all of the advice, support and just plain old niceness. You guys are magnifico!

Tanti baci to the extreme, dolce Gooberstanians!


Saturday, February 21, 2009

Benvenuti a Tutti!

Finally! My bloggie page has been open for a couple of days, but this is my official first post. That’s because my hooman, who types for me, is greatly techno-challenged and has to read every direction for bloggie set-up and posting about a bluebillion times over just to be sure she’s doing it right. Mama mia!

Because I’m new and we’re just getting to know one another, I thought answering the Bernard Pivot interview questions that James Lipton asks in every episode of “Inside the Actors Studio” would get things off to a good start. If any potential amici out there would like to answer these same questions on your bloggie, that would be perfetto! (And, if this has been done already on furkid blogs, I’m truly sorry for the rerun.) It’s too bad my hooman has no idea yet how to make the questions a file that can be shared with just one click (tolja, techno-challenged), but if anyone can suggest a way to do this so you don’t have to work too hard to put the questions on your page, we’d be very, very much obliged. Here goes:

What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Running like a blur!
What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Unkindness toward any living creature.
What sound or noise do you love?
That sound of food going into my supper dish. Mmmmmm …
What sound or noise do you hate?
The sound of the door closing when my hooman has to go away.
What is your favorite curse word?
What’s a curse word?
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Archeology, because digging is so soothing.
What profession would you not like to do?
Mime. I love to vocalize!
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
See there, Lucia, all dogs really DO go to heaven!

Tanti baci!


Important Pee Ess: Crossed paws and many prayers for Bogie and his famiglia.