Greetings dear fans it’s your very own Pitty Princess publishing today. Scooby said I had to take this post as the number was most suited to my position in the heavenly hierarchy.
I don’t get it but he says it’s a revelation!
Granny and I are all set for a great day ahead.
We are counting the minutes till the start of a new show.
It’s set in Castle Howard in Yorkshire but is made for NBC USA.
Granny says anything set at the Castle will be class like her all time fav book and series from way back when.
Granny is planning on pretending she is a Princess too.
Of course no pretending is needed on my part.
We are going to oodle the talent. Granny hopes someone looks like Colin Firth as Mr Darcy. This is her current choice.
I kinda like this hunk. You could sink your teeth in him nicely. Plenty of meat!
I’m trying out different looks incase he has a hound dog that I might attract.
Don’t forget to tune in chicks at eight tonight and tell me what you think is my best look.
You will not believe this but today in Ohio we are going to get into the 70s. Might even break a record!
Now we are not stupid enough to believe that we’re done with winter just yet but this little taste of what lies ahead sure is sweet.
Ma is already dreaming of soaking in swimming pools.
I’m thinking of a drive up to the lake for a look at the lighthouse.
Sometimes the hope of what lies ahead is almost as good as the real deal.
That’s why spring is so special.
You see the tips of those little daffodils and it just fills your heart with joy.
The warmth of today will speed them on their way and give them a boost too.
In the meantime a good walk this afternoon is guaranteed. I may get a tad hot with my fur still on but won’t say a word. Even the niece won’t annoy me to much today.
There was a beautiful sunrise just now when Ma took me out for my first job.
She’s so thoughtful and knows I can’t enjoy my food on a full bladder.
As we admired the sky Ma was telling me that the blue it has at this time of day is one of her favorite colors. Deep yet bright. Hard to capture, a pale ink is maybe the best description.
This got us to thinking about the piece of space trash that’s about to hit the moon. Everyone is saying it will be of no consequence and will only create another creator. I’m not so sure. That moon has a big impact on our moods you know.
There’s so much garbage up in the sky now there’s even an app for your phone to let you look at it.
We don’t intend to get it as we have enough trash to deal with at home!
Dad nearly had a stroke yesterday morning when Ma was getting ready. She’d left the monster and me to play (make that fight) but jaws sneaked off to the bro’s room. He’d gone to work so she got busy.
She’s so stupid though she brought her handiwork down to tease me. That’s when Dad exploded.
This may at one time have been a token of love but it’s well and truly legless now.
It was a Goldilocks day. Not too hot not too cold just right for me to go to work.
Around 10:00 am when Ma was ready to roll she said those sweetest of words. “Let’s go Scoob!”
Off we went into the big blue yonder.
I’m not allowed inside the Tearoom so I have to sit in the car but it’s a great ride there and back.
Add to that Ma brought me out half a scone that someone left on their plate about 2:30 to give me a little booster.
Better still, since the sun was splitting the skies she took me for a trot all the way around Marion’s huge graveyard.
Today I’m not in luck as the mother thinks it’s too cold for me to sit in the car for too long. I’d be fine but I’m not arguing as I know there’ll be many more just right days ahead for us to be together.
One of my favorite spots in our house is the sofa by the window that looks out on the back yard.
I quite literally hang out there waiting for Ma to finish her coffee in the morning before we release the dragon and go for our walk.
I see lots of things and drive Dad mad by barking at them. He shouts at me to shut up but all I’m doing is informing him that there are trespassers on our property. Sometimes he is an ungrateful old geezer.
I also enjoy a bit of bird watching.
It’s starting to get interesting now as they are nesting.
I’m still am a bit of an amateur unlike my uncle Sandy. He is such a great observer of wildlife.
See yesterday she was all smiles when she came back from a shower party. She’d had a lovely lunch and laughs with some pal and was feeling very happy.
Since it was such a sunny afternoon she said to the uncle and me “let’s go get some steps in” so off we went.
We’d just gone round the corner when I spotted my beau Remington. He’s about two months older than me and thinks quite rightly that I’m hot!
So he’s tugging his Ma to kiss me and I’m tugging Granny to kiss him. My retractable leash is broken so the only way the Gran can control me is by wrapping the leash around her had and when I pull it hurts like hades.
Meanwhile the uncle is tugging in the opposite direction to get at a tree.
So Granny is being pulled apart in the middle of the road by a dog on either side when a UPS truck drives up.
The man at the wheel starts tooting the horn which makes matters even worse. You could see steam coming out of Granny’s nostrils.
He draws up beside Gran and asks something which she can’t hear at first so she doesn’t say excuse me as polite people might she yells WHAT? at this poor guy.
He sort of shrinks in his seat as he clearly has never encountered a mad Irish woman being ripped apart by two dogs and so he repeats his question “are they fighting?”
NO Granny answers they’re PLAYING in a somewhat vexed tone as I take off towards Remington.
Why his Mom didn’t walk off while she could is a mystery to Gran but anyway the two of us once again tried to engage in a little loving when Granny goes ballistic. .
By now she is so mad she gets me by the collar and literally makes me walk like a ballerina on my back Pitty Princess Paws all the way home.
This morning she was still stewing with me as I did not redeem myself last evening.
She tossed the retractable leash in the trash bin and got out came old faithful. The leash that auntie Denise used with her long passed massive Samoyed that she’d given Ma when my uncle was in his junior leash chewing phase.
It gives a lot less scope for squirreling but it sure is great for a game if your Granny doesn’t get it off as soon as you get home.
This time of year as I rebarked (haha) yesterday I get a little hairy.
This is particularly annoying around the feet.
The hairs kinda catch between my toes and it’s like walking with flippers on.
Now I’m in no great rush to go to the groomers but I just want to say all this to show my empathy for Ma and others.
Ma has yet again walked her favorite shoes to tatters.
The gaping hole in the heel of her boots explains why her socks get wet on rainy days.
The demonic one appears to have no problem with her tootsies at all she just skips along.
Having said all this we are conscious that our troubles are very few compared to those poor people in Ukraine. We pray along with pet parents all over the world that they will march on to victory.
Yesterday we had another ice storm. It didn’t stop us walking as our roads were pretty well salted.
The little icicles on the trees were all glistening at our place. They looked like jewels. It was so pretty.
Heading North on the way to work Ma says things got a lot more dramatic especially in areas that had been flooded earlier in the week.
Many big tree limbs and cables were down including at Auntie Paula’s. At the tearoom the mail box was totally encased in ice.
Maybe a good thing Ma says as it’s always full of bills and with this weather there is very little business. Most people cancelled appointments because they were too afraid to come out! Auntie Marsha still made it though!
It gave Ma time to rejig her treasures and do some Facebook page promotions which made her happy.
Thats one good thing about being a one man show there is never a dull moment.
This morning we perked up even more when we heard it’s less than a month till spring. Brighter days are coming soon.
It is ironic that this morning we should wake to a message from cousin Krishna in India that is totally in line with my banter for today.
See last evening Ma made lentil soup. It is very nourishing. Has the consistency of cement. Anyways after eating two huge bowls of it and partaking of her usually Shiraz she slumbered on the sofa.
When she awoke, like all sleeping beauties do!!!, Dad informed her that the niece had been missing in action for a while. She’d retired to the bros room it seemed.
Ah poor little Princess Ma thought she must be tired too with all that chewing!
It was mind blowing what Ma found when she went to find her.
There were shredded teddy parts everywhere. Many of the bro’s boxers were ripped to pieces and she’d got into an elixir of sorts too!
Ma came straight down the stairs and sent a text to the bro.
I felt sorry for him because that very day, after weeks of neglect, he had cleaned and vacuumed his room.
I thought, make that hoped, he’d take her to the pound when he got home but no.
On his way from work he went to Walmart and bought her something. Seems he’s working on the principles of positivity for behavior modification!
Maybe I’ll be naughty too today! Salmon sure sounds sweet!
Booming Banter 