Mui Mui - forever loved, forever missed

Two full years have gone since the night I bid farewell to my beloved Silky Terrier, Mui Mui.

The heartbreaking moment as I cradled her in my arms and sang her one final lullaby.

The Pain of saying Goodbye.

The Guilt of making the decision to let go.

The Grief of losing a loving friend and companion.

The Uncertainty over what awaits her after life.

If we could just have a bit more time together...

How I missed her soft furry body, sweet loving kisses, delicate baby scent and stinky, sweaty feet.

The little "bitch" with an attitude, who has and always will be, the ever-so-special girl in my heart.

Luv you always and forever, Ann

Forza Italia!

I thought I'm a CBT (Canadian-born Tibetan Terrier) but just now Mom and Auntie Gabrielle dressed me up in a gorgeous dress that says "Italia" on the back with an Italian flag on the chest. So I guess I'm an Canadian-born Italian Tibetan? Or Canadian born Tibetan Italian? Geez! What am I really?

I think I am having an identity crisis now...

What? You guys want to play ball?

OK. I got it now. I'm supposed to be some Cheer-Leader for Team Italy? No problemo! I'll just lie here and cheer then. No way I'm ever gonna play fetch in a dress, especially such a pretty one.

Forza Italia!

Ball-ball mania

Mom and Dad have been acting a bit weird lately.

They will be sitting in front of the tele at funny hours (when they should be working) and get all excited about some guy chasing after a ball. At times they will just jump up and yell, scaring the hell out of me. I just don't understand what the craze was about when those humans couldn't even fetch a ball back properly. This morning was the worst because both Mom and Dad were really nervous and they went crazy when some guy in a blue shirt lost his grip on the ball and chased it right into a net. They jumped up screaming and hugging each other, almost crushing me in between. I just couldn't figure out what the fuss is about!

Now I am overhearing something about Auntie Gabrielle sleeping over this Saturday night for the "Finals" and "BBQ" on Sunday. Finals? BBQ? Things are getting weirder and weirder around here.

Grounded...

I have been plotting on getting full-time off-leash rights for over a week now, and finally got the chance today to give my Sens-ations collar a good chew when Mom was putting on her shoes. Thought that would get my message across, but...

**Sigh**

Mom just turned around and put a Gentle Leader collar on me without saying a word and I realized how stupid I was to pull a stunt like that. Gentle Leader collars go right up on my face and I really hated it. Now I only hope this will be temporary and Mom will be getting me a new Sens-ations collar soon. Last time I chewed up my donut bed, I had to sleep on a thin towel for a good two weeks before Mom would get me a new one. I just hope I don't have to wait too long for the new Sens-ations to arrive.

**Sigh**