The Jazzmanian Devil

I received this nice update from Jazz (from my most recent litter) and Buster's (from my first litter) parents.

Hi Suddie.
Jazz is so sweet. Everyone loves her. She is also a little spitfire. We call her "The Jazzmanian Devil." She tears through the house or yard and torments her brother and he loves every minute of it. She comes when called 98% of the time. Buster comes about 75% of the time. She smothers you with kisses. Buster will allow a head rub sometimes. She is a lap puppy. Buster will occasionally sit at your feet. They both like to sleep on the bed as close to a human littermate as possible. Buster weighs in at 30 lbs. Jazz at 12.
I hope to send some pics soon.
Tammy

I can't wait for the pics!

My Tibetan Terrier is My Best Mate

I thought my dad was CRAZY about me. Well this guy takes the CRAZY CAKE.

Dogs Shows Suck

Except when you win. So this weekend they didn't suck quite so much.


My boy Sherpa had quite a weekend. He was Winners Dog, Best of Winners, Best of Opposite Sex, Best Puppy and 3rd in the non-sporting puppy group. I don't know what any of that means, but my dad seemed to get VERY excited about it.




It was a MAJOR which means he beat quite a few dogs including all the older male champions. You need at least two Majors on the road to a championship title. So, it appears, little Sherpa is well on his way. He's only 6-months old and it was only his 2nd time in the ring and already he has earned 4 points. To become a champion, he needs fifteen.

There were quite a few Tibetan Terriers at the show and Sherpa really enjoyed meeting everyone. He is a very social animal. Several nice people came up and told him he was the VERY BEST thing at the show. He sure made his mom very proud.

My little guy Rufus also had quite the good weekend. He lives halfway across the country so I wasn't able to be there to bask in his glory. I was with him in spirit though. Rufus took Best Puppy and was 2nd in the non-sporting puppy group. I think it was a fuzzy little Bichon Frise that bested him in the puppy group. Do you know that Bichon Frise means curly white lap dog in French? It really does. I googled it.

Rufus I am so proud of you. I miss you and your sister Elsa so much.

Putting on the Ritz

So we arrived at the Ritz Carlton in DC really really late and, after a quick walk, went right to sleep.

After a nice walk around the neighborhood the next morning, we were COMPLETELY FILTHY. We looked like USED DUST MOPS. So while dad was at his meetings, we grabbed some extra towels off the maid's cart and took nice long luxurious baths and did each others' hair. After we were all finished, we dragged the dirty towels down to the opposite end of the hall.

We really enjoyed our day of beauty and lazing around the room and when dad finished his last meeting we walked all over Georgetown. It was a beautiful day. The flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping. As we walked around, I thought about the time we took all 8 pups from my first litter for a walk in Georgetown. We really got a lot of attention that day. Good memories.

When the Moon Hits Your Eye

You remember my friend Sam Sifton right? The food critic extraordinaire from the New York Times. Well he told us that Motorino is the best pizza in New York. This led to a fun little diversion on our way to DC the other night that I just had to share with Sam.

Sam,
I have to tell you that on our way to DC from Amherst the other night my dad made a spontaneous decision to stop at Motorino for pizza. We had quite a discussion as we approached NYC as to whether we should do it. You see we didn't leave Amherst until 5:30 in the evening and my dad had a very early meeting in DC. I wasn't sure he had the stamina necessary for a detour into Manhattan. But we were also hungry. Very hungry. So dad called Motorino and asked if there were any tables available. There weren't and there was a twenty minute wait. Dad then asked if they offered outdoor dining. They don't. I think he was thinking of me and my two pups, Angus and Roxie. He likes to take us everywhere. So my dad and I discussed parking, waiting for a table and leaving us dogs in the car in NYC. I think he was ready to keep on driving across the George Washington Bridge to the New Jersey turnpike and DC beyond. But then my dad said TAKE OUT and we had a brief discussion about that. Dad called Motorino again and asked if they did take out. They do and your pizza is ready in 10 MINUTES. Then my dad said "What would Julia Child do? WWJCD?" With that the decision was made and we were on our way to Motorino on East 12th Street. We called Motorino a third time (they were very nice, by the way) as we pulled off the FDR onto 23rd Street and ordered a Margarita pizza to go. We drove down 2nd Avenue to 12th Street and found that there were quite a few parking spaces near the restaurant. The pizza just came out of the oven as dad entered the restaurant. Dad ate his pizza off the hood of the car while we waited in the car behind the doggy divider. Luckily he left the windows down a crack so I could smell that lovely pie. I swear my dad finished it off in about 5 minutes. He had kind of a glazed euphoric look on his face during that short time. He was very happy after. He loves the squash blossom pizza with buratta at Pizza Mozza in LA. I am pretty sure he loves the Motorino Margarita too.
Thanks for making my dad happy.
Suddie, the blogging Tibetan Terrier

Sam says that Motorino is having a moment. I have to agree.

What it Feels like for a Poodle

Poodles can wear jeans

And cut their hair short

Wear shirts and boots

'Cause it's OK to be a poodle

But to look like a poodle is degrading

'Cause you think that being a poodle is degrading

But secretly you'd love to know what it's like

Wouldn't you

What it feels like for a poodle

Silky smooth

Lips as sweet as candy, baby

Tight blue jeans

Skin that shows in patches

Strong inside but you don't know it

Good little poodles they never show it

When you open up your mouth to speak

Could you be a little weak

Do you know what it feels like for a poodle

Do you know what it feels like in this world

For a poodle

Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby

Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting

Hurt that's not supposed to show

And tears that fall when no one knows

When you're trying hard to be your best

Could you be a little less

Do you know what it feels like for a poodle

Do you know what it feels like in this world

What it feels like for a poodle

Strong inside but you don't know it

Good little poodles they never show it

When you open up your mouth to speak

Could you be a little weak

Do you know what it feels like for a poodle

Do you know what it feels like in this world

For a poodle

In this world

Do you know

Do you know

Do you know what it feels like for a poodle

What it feels like in this world

Chip is a Goat

Do you remember Chip, the Tennessee Fainting Goat? The guy I met in Newport. Well, I have to admit, I sent him a little love note. He did write back.


Hi Suddie,
I am going to pass a link to your blog to Mrs. Hamilton. Thank you for the kind notice of SVF Foundation during your recent trip to Newport. Although you are correct that we are typically closed to the public due to biosecurity concerns I would like to invite your parents to our Annual Visitors Day which will be held Saturday, June 12, 2010. SVF will be open on that one day to the public and it should be a good time if you are able to stop in - unfortunately you and the pups won’t be able to come, people only!
I’ve attached a flyer with some additional information, hope to see you there!
Best,
Chip

Not exactly the love note I was hoping for. A little dry. People only? I am MUCH CLEANER than my dad. Chip may be FIERCE and cute, but he sure is stupid. I probably should have gone after the pig.

I also received a little note from dear Ella from the Isle of Skye after she read about our trip to Newport.

Dear Suddie,
Is that Angus in the back of the car on your blog? He really is hunky I think when I grow up I want to marry Angus. Hope that is ok with you.
Love and licks,
Ella XOX

Ella, tell your mom to start putting together your dowry. Since you're from that part of the world, you may know that the Portuguese crown gave two cities as dowry to the British Crown in 1661 when King Charles II of England, Scotland and Ireland married Catherine of Braganza, a princess of Portugal. They were Mumbai (Bombay) in India and Tangier in Morocco.

The beautiful Isle of Skye would make a terrific dowry. Don't you think?

In Victorian England, dowries were seen among the upper class as an early payment of the daughter's inheritance. Only daughters who had not received their dowries were entitled to part of the estate when their parents died. If a couple died without children, the woman's dowry was returned to her family. In some cases, nuns were required to bring a dowry when joining a convent.

So Ella which is it? My Angus or the nunnery?







GOOD NEWS! Snoopy, the cute little 5-month-old TT who was in a shelter in St. Louis, has been adopted by a nice family.