Xena. Warrior Princess.

My dog loves squirrels. When she sees some, she gets all tense and focused. I interpret that stare as "I am Xena, Warrior Princess!

My dog and her belly

My dog is very sweet, nice, and loving. The other thing is that she looooovves her belly rubbed. She will meet you for the first time and promptly roll over to give you access to that belly of hers. And she doesn't discriminate! Yup, she will let anyone rub her belly. Just as a parent worries about her child wandering up to a stranger and deciding to become his best friend even despite some, um, warning signals, I worry that Lucy may someday get herself into trouble.


Smelly man with big belly in a sweatsuit. Not so cool, but hey! Where's the harm?

How about an alien. Well, a little iffy here. But hey, it looks like a nice alien. So, sure go ahead.

Um. Probably shouldn't let horror movie scary guys rub your belly Lucy. Bad idea.

Yeah, this alien is a little more TERRIFYING than the first one.

But look: she's charmed them all....

I hab a code.

I have a cold. Or in stuff nose speak, I hab a code. And I have a problem with tissues. This has been pointed out to me ever since I was a young girl by my brother. Brother has always kindly told me that my tissues all over the place gross him and others out. To be a civilized human being, I should throw my tissues away. Now being an adult (or at least the age of an adult), I realize that normal people throw their tissues immediately away, and in doing so are being hygienic and respectful of those around them. But this is what happens to me.

I try. I really do. But I always fail.

He's just not that in to you. . .

My dog Lucy is in love with my friend Julie's dog Lando. She's head over heels for the guy. And he likes her, but he isn't as crazy about her as she is for him. She follows him around and licks him on the side of the face. I can just hear her thoughts: "Watcha doin' Lando? Huh? Watcha doin?"

When he spends a lot of time over here, sometimes he goes into the other room to get some space from her.

I'm sorry Lucy, he's just not that in to you.

The purple party dress

I can't even remember how this started, but we started picturing our dog in a purple party dress. When we're going to have a party, or go out and so something exciting, we say to Lucy, "You better go put on your purple party dress!!" Something about imaging the girl in a purple party dress makes me giggle. I thought it would also be fun to put the imaginings to paper. 

Hmmm, she's not quite Heidi Klum yet. . .

I have a problem: I'm addicted to messing with my dog.

Tonight I was fixing my dinner (well, heating up pizza), and looked over and saw Lucy looking at me expectantly. I seem to have a problem in that I love to mess with the poor thing. Like I still need a younger sibling to mess with, and I use her as a surrogate.

So I placed the can of unopened dog food on the floor and said, "There you go! Enjoy!" I could hear her thoughts: Moooooom, I've got no opposable thuuuumbs, you can't dooooo this to me!"

I'm terrible.

And probably have too much time on my hands.