BEADS ON THE BONE
A Dog’s
Life
I’m a store dog, from a long line of store dogs. My name is Lily. I’m part Chihuahua and part Shiatsu.And, try as I may, and feign as I might, I don’t think I’ll ever master this beading and jewelry making stuff.
After all, I can’t put beads on a bone.
11/7/2009
I think Marjorie needs her exercise,
so I make her walk me at least 4 times a day.
I don’t really have to go that often,
but I like to watch Marjorie do her stretching exercises when we get back from our walk.
She reaches her arm slowly up, and then out, to lift the lid of the jar with the treats in them.
She squeezes her hand inside the jar to select and pull out a treat.
She brings her outstretched arm back out of the jar, and with ever-so-much grace, extends her arm and hand to deliver me a treat near the floor below.
I think this is fair.
100 calories for 100 calories
- Lily
10/18/2009
The Beaded Art Dolls have arrived.
They all have such pretty feet.
- Lily
10/12/2009
A dichroic bead caught my eye, the other day.
I turned my head all the way around to escape the gleam.
Until I rolled over.
That worked!
- Lily
9/10/2009
James has been dropping Daisy off at the store everyday now.
In Tennessee, isn’t it legal for dogs to carry guns?
I know we don’t have to wear shoes!
- Lily
8/11/2009
And that’s how it starts….with “Lily, Lily.”
And I run eagerly into Warren’s arms,
expecting that delicious treat…..
And, whoosh, off we go to the Vet’s
and I get a shot.
No fair.
- Lily
8/6/2009
James has been pushing Daisy on me all week now.
Enough already!
- Lily
7/26/2009
When James and Warren go out to dinner,
I expect to get more than scraps.
You hear me, boys?
- Lily
7/2/2009
Jeanette is visiting this week. James went out and bought her a little puppy — a Maltipoo. How nice!
Then he said he was thinking a getting a Maltipoo himself.
I have the hole ready, James, I have the hole ready.
- Lily
6/13/2009
It was raining beads!
Warren was holding up a tube of bugle beads, and the bottom of the tube fell out.
And the beads followed.
And Daisy followed the beads.
And ate some of them.
She’ll be sore in the morning.
I suspect.
- Lily
6/2/2009
“Are you the official greeter in the store?” she asked.
“Are you the official greeter,” she continued.
“Are you the official greeter in the store? she begged for an answer.
What could she be expecting? For me to talk?
- Lily
5/30/2009
This morning, Warren keeps calling me “Daisy”.
Jesus. Mary. Joseph. God. For The Love Of Pete!!!!!!!#####@@@@
- Lily
5/27/2009
We got some new 6/0’s in the jet picasso color.
They were Connie’s favorites.
I know. She would never let me sniff those.
I miss Connie.
- Lily
There Warren is. He’s just typing away. Type. Type. Type.
And not thinking about me.
- Lily
5/10/2009
Got some metal clay between my toes.
Let’s fire these babies!
- Lily
5/9/2009
Marje always wants to make me look like a girly-girl’s dog.
I’m not.
Sorry, my hair is not always perfectly coiffed.
- Lily
5/5/2009
Warren took me aside, and held me tight. He told me Connie had died yesterday.
4/20/2009
- Lily
Daisy, dastardly daisy doodle, got in trouble yesterday. She jumped up on the bead table, and was taken to the dark bathroom for time out.
They waxed the floors last night.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! #^Vdkla@)(!%
Oooh, they missed a bead.
- Lily
4/15/09
These substitute UPS drivers don’t get it.
Nip or Treat!
No treat, you get nipped.
- Lily
4/12/2009
4/10/2009
Thunder and lightning, Oh My!
The only safe place to hide is under Warren’s chair.
Too bad it’s on wheels.
- Lily
4/8/2009
Connie was worth waiting for!
I love Connie!
- Lily
4/7/2009
Tomorrow is Bead Study. Can’t wait. Connie takes good care of me. That’s why I like to jump up on the seat next to her, and curl up and look cute.
She’s very good about not dropping beads on top of me.
- Lily
COPYRIGHT, FELD, 2009
LAND OF ODDS
Connie and Cleo said
Dear Lily = I will be glad to teach you tubular peyote. I taught Rosie. I don’t blame you for getting mad at Daisy Dawg – she really does not like beads. Cleo says to tell you MEOW. She is busy eating her tuna.
Connie
Ms. P said
Ms. P here Lilly. I know what you mean about working hard. While my person, Vera, is at the store loving on you I’m stuck here at home stealing her beady things. Last week I managed two tubes of Delica’s. A lovely shade of blue one darker than the other and just for spite a bag of black beads. It’s so much fun to see my person have a fit over my stealing her things, she does all this hand waving and running around finding my bead treasures. Pays off in the long run cause I get a treat in trade for the most valuable items. I guess you are in charge of security at the store, tough job but you can handle it. Paws up
Ms. P said
Dear Lily: My person Vera will be back to give you treats and hugs next week. I’ve had to put up with her coughing, snorting, hacking, staggering,laying in the recliner or on the couch. She’s been slow with the treats and not a bead even looked at for a week now. Yesterday she was grouchy so I know she’s getting well. I hope she gets through with all the nose honking and dramatics by the time you see her. Just remember that Connie, Dottie and Rosie are with us in our hearts every minute of the day. I know you’ve han home improvements to put up with but just think of me….I have to put up with a cat. ICK!!!
Ms. P said
Oh Lilly, you are well known for being such a Saint when it comes to sharing your store duties with Daisy. We all love you. Vera always gives you the biggest treat. Remember I have to put up that evil cat Fluffy. Count your blessings. At least Daisy doesn’t hiss and scratch with claws like daggers. Miss P