No time to blog!

I can’t get two seconds (okay, it takes longer than that) to myself to blog, it seems. I didn’t get to blog about:

• James Brown’s death (I should’ve gone to the viewing at the Apollo. I’ve never been there).


• President Ford’s death (It’s amazing how once someone has passed away, everyone has nice things to say. He could’ve used some of that while he was in office. He was always portrayed as a buffoon).


• The first baby born in NYC was born to an illegal immigrant (Toys R Us at first tried to back out of giving the baby the promised $25,000. Talk about bad publicity).


• It’s really, really freaking warm for January (I prefer that to the single digits we got a few years ago, but we know this is bad, right?)


• Orlando is nine months old! (I have tons of pictures to post on his site. Sigh).


• My cousin is visiting from Panama (and I think she’s really bored, but we’re trying).


• My dog took a flying leap off the top of the stairs (What the hell was he thinking?? He didn’t get hurt, but that was very scary).


• Nancy Pelosi (I don’t care what anyone says, she looks like a nice lady. Why does she scare people? I’d vote for her).


• My mom almost burned down the apartment (She left food on the stove, then went to the supermarket. Thank God nothing actually caught fire, but the place still smells of smoke).


• Randy Johnson is finally gone. (Yay!)

Belated Happy New Year, all.

Bloody Playdate

I took my dogs to a French Bulldog playdate for the first time since last March. Beren really enjoys these. Cricket’s just along for the ride.

Frenchies play really well together. They’re not into fighting and they don’t bark too much. There were about 30 of these little piggies romping around having fun and everyone seemed to be getting along. One precocious piebald grabbed a water bottle and enticed the others to chase him from one playroom to another. Beren joined in on this and I tried to keep sight of him but he was blending in with the other brindles.

The pack darted behind a fake tree but I could see his butt and rear legs. All of a sudden someone said, “Whose dog is this?”

Uh, oh, I thought. What did he do?

I hurried over and Beren was lying on the floor with a mouth full of blood!

Luckily, it looked worse than it was. Somehow he had cut his tongue. I never found out how. I’ve never heard of a dog biting its own tongue, so either another dog bit his tongue, or he got hold of the plastic bottle and it had cracked.

Beren is fine, but that was quite a scare.

Beren (Hopefully) On Animal Planet

Beren would like to do this every day!

Beren got a free massage this morning at Scout NYC, where he and some other dogs were filmed for "Doga," an Animal Planet show that will air on August 14, 2005.

Beren Gets His Nails Clipped

Beren at Biscuits & Bath.

Mon Dieu! Who has disturbed my sleep?

This is Beren, my French Bulldog. He is twenty months old. He is cute, but he has a major flatulence problem. Whew!

A to Z

I saw this execise on someone else's blog.

A - Accent: New York/Caribbean/Hispanic
B - Breast size: 42D
C - Chore you hate: Washing dishes
D - Dogs' names: Cricket and Beren
E - Essential make-up item: Lipstick
F - Favorite perfume: Red, by Giorgio
G - Gold or silver: Gold
H - Hometown: Brooklyn
I - Insomnia: Sometimes
J - Job title: Internet Specialist
K - Kids: Dogs
L - Living arrangements: Condo duplex
M - Mom's birthplace: Panama
N - Number of pets you've had: 4 dogs
O - Overnight hospital stays: 1
P - Phobias: Vertigo
R - Religious affiliation: Roman Catholic
S - Siblings: None
T - Time you wake up: At the last minute
U- Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Auburn
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Boiled squash
W - Worst habit: Pessimism
X - X-rays you've had: Too many to count
Y - Yummy foods you make: Donuts
Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces