Birthday Boodle

My staff received these gorgeous flowers for her birthday, from her friend K in NYC. Since there was distracting raclette at the party (cheese, potatoes, bread, chorizo, gherkins), Juniper was not taking running jumps at them, and the flowers have generously lasted more than a week. Spring is lovely, especially when it comes reluctantly, don't you think?

My staff also received fabulous books, bath salts, soap, single malt Scotches, fine wine, tattoos, the coveted Tilley hat, Mexican bingo (Loteria), a huge Civello Spa certificate, an Oilily pink top, fridge magnets, a weeping magical pussy willow, and fancy tea! Forty isn't so bad, after all. She had a very good month. Time to pass the baton....

Snowshoeing, sledding, and skating on the lake

My staff took me to Cedar Grove Lodge in Hunstville after her 40th birthday Raclette-Wii blowout. I had a blast. As you can see, it was a Bichon winter.

We stayed with Lady L in a cabin named Raven. But I'd go back for sure, not "nevermore"...


Crossing the lake.


Have blanket and pillow, will travel.


I made this snow cat! Okay, not really.


Igloo friends.

I like Pear.

Very much so. It's my new favorite fruit. I also like bananas, apples, oranges, and peaches. But not melon. Melon blows.

The Molloys can't be trusted with yellow liquid

I urinated on the Klarer carpet, then my staff spilled green tea lemonade on the Klarer couch.

Happy Beaster

When I eat all of my kibble, I see a bunny!

Juniper wanted a birthday drink at Teddy's

Juniper escaped out the front door on her birthday. She raced at full throttle straight up to 4 lanes of traffic on Queen Street East, followed by my staff in her socks- out of her head with panic and fear and piercing nanosecond images from the horrific dream that has haunted her since I came home in a cardboard box. Many people watched the two pass, and didn't do a thing. Luckily, a glazed but quick-thinking man saw them coming, as he was having a smoke outside Teddy's Sports Bar, on the north-east side of the street. He tore across the road, and headed her off at the pass, a mere metres from devastation and heartbreak, and my staff coming c0mpletely undone. If she had shoes on, she might have offered him a beer. That man is a hero.

You're my Venus...you're my fire!

Aunt K gave Juniper a natty pink bandana for her first birthday. The tag says "Bandana-Rama(tm) Bandana. Jouet pour chien."

Screaming bark or adorable plea?!! Hard to choose.

When my staff leaves, I bark. In a heightened panic.

Conversely, Juniper gets into her bag ("dans le sac!"), and looks up expectantly. I think Juniper's invocations are more effective....she knows women.

Busted

When my staff returned the other night, she found the photo frames from the side table on the floor, as well as a separated foam speaker cover. Juniper was probably trying to hide her stash....