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People are Weird - November 2009

New Blog Site!

November 5th 2009 16:50
Me, observing
Me, being thoughtful

Did you notice that I titled the picture, “Me, being thoughtful”? Ha! Really that is a smug smile on my face. Mom said that my writing wasn't good enough to keep going, that it was stiff and stilted, whatever that means. But Orble liked it enough to give me a domain all my very own. True they didn't let me create my own name, but they did let me choose what I'd like out of the ones they already had.


You know I think Mom's jealous. Yup, that's it. Poor mom she just isn't getting the readers she used to, but that's because she isn't posting as much as she did. Maybe this will put a fire under her tail, oh, she doesn't have a tail. Well she should. Tails are so very handy, don't you think?

All right, let's talk about tails, no, I'm talking on the subject of my new domain name. That would be http://www.peopleareweird.net mom got it wrong in her blog, I think, or was it me on a post? Darn it, I can't remember. You know being a beautiful, elegant Poodle Dog can be very difficult sometimes. Think about it, I have to maintain my grooming at all costs. It doesn't have to be clipped really short but it must be neat, and clean, oh my, it must always be clean and shiny. Well, OK, I do like playing in the dirt and mud but then I always insist that mom clean up my coat. Oh, I digressed, mom says that, I'm pretty sure I used it right, did I?


What I'm trying to write about is my new domain and mom being jealous and wrong. I'm not sure I should tell her, I mean, I don't want to hurt her feelings but I do want her to know that I am successful, because I have the domain, Orble wouldn't give it to someone who wasn't successful, they wouldn't. It doesn't mean anything just because I don't get a lot of comments, all it means is that I'm very clear and concise in what I write and therefore few or no comments are required.

She wrote last night in her blog, www.IandMe.com, that I wasn't all that great of a writer, that I didn't know how to type all that well and that my writing was stiff, well of course it's stiff, I mean you ever try typing with paws instead of those silly long things that people have? They can't even walk on them because they are so breakable. And as to not being able to type, well, of course I know how to type, I'm getting this written aren't I? Well, yes, I do have help, not a lot, but some, mostly the spell checker, if I don't know how to spell something it usually gives me a lot of ideas, if I have some of it wrong. I'm only 10 you know, I shouldn't be expected to write and spell perfectly after all I am a Poodle Dog not a human type person.

Now about my new domain name, mom says that it's silly, but they didn't have what I wanted or needed they only had names that would work for human people type writings, not Poodle Dog writings. So there was the one I chose, it's really very perfect, because there is no doubt in my mind that “people are weird!”

Think about it, people don't have fur, so they put on this weird type of fur and it's different almost every day. (Well mom's friend Jerry has a lot of fur for a human, but still not enough to keep him warm.)

People don't sniff each other, they shake their upright appendages or they do what mom calls hugging. Neither seem like a great way to get to know each other. And they almost never stop making noises. Mom isn't too noisy when she's alone but sometimes she makes sounds at me even when she's alone, or she makes them at Max (now that's a whole 'nother story).

Then there's another thing that I think is weird, they get wet and soapy almost every day, what's with that? They get rid of all the neat smells that they need to identify themselves and that make them interesting. It's just to sad, have you ever tried to get to know someone only to discover that they smell like perfume or soap or something that isn't a person smell. It's like smelling a dog from the dog groomer whose mom let them put perfume on, you can't get a good idea of who the dog is because of all the stinky stuff that they put on him or her. Mom won't even let them use stinky soap on me or Max, she says that it makes her stuff up and I would think so, really, it makes me sneeze and I can't figure out who I am much less who the other dogs are. So what's with that, anyone understand?

Anyway, those are just three reasons that I chose the domain that I did, and then there's the reason that I just couldn't find one I liked better. Plus mom was getting tired, she wanted her computer back so she could check her email and go to bed. Have you noticed that mom seems to be pretty jealous of my use of her computer.

She keeps trying to get me to use the big one in the studio office, and I can't use that one. You know those ones that sit on the desk and are big and have separate keyboards and stuff? How do you expect a Poodle Dog to use a keyboard that's on a desk? And the screen thingy doesn't move to the floor so even if mom would put the keyboard thing on the floor how does she expect me to see what I've written, you do have to read what you write you know. And then the mouse, on her laptop I can use the flat mouse thingy and move the arrow (mom calls it the mouse too, how many mouses does she think I can use anyway?) and do what I need done, but with the big computer I have to learn to use a separate thing (that mom also calls a mouse, so why are they different?) that has buttons that have to be pushed and you have to slide it around, how am I supposed to do that? Hello, I have PAWS not fingered things at the end of my legs. (Mom has just told me that those things she has are called Hands, who knew?).

Mom dares me to let this post go up the way I type, without using the spell checker, a term I learned when I first started using this computer thing, which isn't that hard. So, I think I'm going to, she says that I have lots of typos and missspellings but I don't I think that computer is just trying to make me look bad, and because of that I'm going to ignor t when they tell me that something is wrong. It sin't wrong it's just them trying to make me look bad. Mom used to type my blogs for me, and my posts before I got a blog but now that I have my very own blog she refused tohelp me type or even work out what I'm going to say so this last paragarph is going to be just they way I type it and I'm not going to change a thing. See how perfect it is? Ha! So there, Poodle Dogs, black eleglantly beautiful ones especially can type and write! So joijn me at my new domain as soon as it's ready, which I home will be soon.

Roux 'b Doux, the Pleasantly Perfect Poodle Dog and Honorary Greyhound

BTW I hope you realize that I have learned to understand sand even speak people, mom and I do communicate with people speak, and that isn't easy, she can't speak dog, so I had to learn people. Hum, whose the smart one now?
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Mum's First Hound, Colt

November 4th 2009 06:45
Cockroached
Colt, cockroached

Colt was mom's first greyhound and has been mom's mystery since he left*(see note below) her. Mom always talks about him with a little catch in her voice. She loved him very much and when he left it broke her heart. Thankfully she had enough love to be able to adopt me.

Colt sad
Colt, mom's favorite picture

But, that's not what I'm writing about. I wanted to tell everyone about mom's hunt. Mom has been looking, hunting, for brothers and sisters of Colt almost forever. But you see she couldn't get help from the group she adopted him from because they had changed so much in the 10 years since she adopted him. They didn't have the same people running it and some of its older records were not available.

Mostly she couldn't get his proper, racing name. Without that she couldn't find out anything about his background. But this last week a friend, who had been hunting, and knew how to do it, found out his name. It was Getum Harley. I think that was a silly name and so does mom. She says that Colt fit him much better.

Colt butt
Colt, a clown

But finding this was a good thing since he has ½ sisters and brothers who had pups so he has nephews and nieces out there who are young enough to be available for adoption, maybe. She's looking into that.

Mostly I'm writing this for my friends, Heidi and Clyde, and Daisy and Scratchy. The news that I love is that mom's Colt has a bunch of Australians in his pedigree. Yeah, honest. They aren't all that recent, but they are there. Mom's Colt was part Australian! Mom thinks it would be great to find out if any of them had the same great-great-great grand sires and dams as Colt. I do too. Then we could really say that we were related.

OK, I'm not a greyhound, and my ancestors aren't Australian but since I'm Colt's sister, after him, I could claim that relationship for him. So there!

Anyway, I thought maybe this would help Heidi and her Mum and take their minds off of Clyde's problems.

Below are some of the hounds that Colt was related to, from Australia.

Tell You Why
Max Moss
Rocket Jet
Mar Heat
Mireeka
Some Signess
Tumblebug, and even more but way back.

His dam mostly had ancestors from Ireland and some from England. His sire had a couple from England but mostly the Australian ones I listed above.

Hunting from my greyhound relatives is so much fun. It keeps mom so busy that she doesn't notice that Max and I have snuck into the studio to sun bathe in the front windows. Well she doesn't notice until I forget myself and bark at someone passing by, or Max starts. They she notices and tells us to get out of there. But if we just get quiet she goes back to looking for dogs in Colt's background. It's kind of funny and cute. Mom can be so silly.

A couple of funny pictures of Colt are scattered in the post. Mom said that she didn't have a good camera when she took them. I don't care I still think they're really silly but in a good way. She was playing with them too and made funnier pictures, but not good ones. She told me I couldn't put them in but I did, I snuck most of them into the post so she wouldn't notice. She said this one was awful, but I don't care. Colt was very possessive of his toys.

Colt with toy
Colt loved his toys


*Note: If you don't understand, we, poodle dogs, don't use the “d” word. We call what happened either left, passed, ran away, but never the “d” word. Colt was hit by a truck. It ran him over, never slowing down. Mom had been sick and was in a nursing home when this happened. She could barely handle the shock and the pain. He was only five years old, his birthday had been less than two weeks before the accident. I know she still misses him, like we both miss Gem and Zeus.
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