Thursday, February 26, 2009

Mokee's Wound

Cousin Mokee seems to have hurt himself today on the nose. It's really close to his scar, so mom tried to clean it a little and give it some love. She wondered where and how he got it.

Neither he nor I are telling her... We paw-sweared....

Oscar the Chimp???

We visited Grandma and Grandpa the other day to lift some spirits (sometimes you need a furry butt or a warm wet nose to cheer you up). There's been a death in the family, and sadly it was an 8 year old child. Let's not get into that... too sad.

When Grandpa got home from work, he joked with me and cousin mokee for a bit. He's given us new nicknames. Mine is "Oscar"....

Mom had a puzzled look on her face until grandpa explained, "You know.... the Golden Boy"...

"Oh.... hahahahaha!"

At least he can admit that I'm a cutie :)

Then for some reason he's calling cousin Mokee (Chocolate Labrador) plain and simply, "Chimp"?????

If you haven't heard the news lately... check out this article:

Poor Mokee.

Gonna Be a Good Day

The following takes place in the break room at work this morning with an older lady that I never have spoken to but always smile at in the halls:

Lady: "Hello"
Shirley: "Hi"
Lady: "I love your clothes. You always look so beautiful. Are you in fashion design?"
Shirley (smiling)": "No, I just like dressing up".
Lady: "Well, you always look so wonderful, you should be in fashion design."
Shirley (blushing): "Awwww. Thank you so much for that wonderful comment!"

Bless her heart <3

Gonna be a good day

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Designer Duds

Posted by Qori, using mom's account.

Mom was cleaning up my bathroom this weekend (the backyard), and I decided to join her and do a little sun bathing while she worked diligently. She was really into what she was doing, so she barely took notice of me. I soon drifted off into a short nap, and when I awoke I saw my mom was staring at me from the other end of the bathroom with a weird look on her face.

She was staring at the collar I had on. Dad has recently been cleaning out his storage and each day, he brings home trinkets from our past that has been in storage for around 3 years. Today, he had brought home my genuine Coach Collar that mom had bought eons ago, and he even took the liberty to put it on me without mom noticing!

The collar brought a smile to her face.

She started to talk to me. "I remember when I bought this for you! You were too little to even wear it, and I was afraid that I had bought the wrong size, but it was the only size available at the time. Anyway, you shouldn't be wearing that. It's only for special occasions."

Then mom proceeded to ramble instead of cleaning my bathroom.

"You have nothing to be jealous about with those fru-fru dogs and their rhinestone collars!" I have no idea what she meant. I'm not jealous of them. They're scared of me.

"Oh look at you! How is it that you own a Coach collar, and I don't even own a Coach bag?" Can I help it if she thinks of me first? Even with fashion?

Later on that night as I was sleeping on the bed, Dad commented, "Anyone looking at Qori right now, would definitely know that he's a well-kept dog." Once again, I didn't know what he's talking about. Especially since they switched out my usual duck jerky treats, for organic mint and oregano biscuits... yuck!.