poodle scarves, poodle cats and poodle panties

i have all of the above... oh lucky me! the poodle scarf presents its sweet little warm cuddly brown self every morning when the alarm goes off. rylie boo, like her mother, does NOT like repetitive loud noises at all and sometimes actually growls when the alarm goes off and my reaction is not quick enough for her liking. however, right after i hit snooze, the 11 poodle scarf begins her morning ritual of nestling across my face and neck in the sweetest fashion, although sometimes i can't really breathe. every since she was a tee tiny little brown puppy, she always liked to lay between my head and shoulder. i used to call her the "parrot poodle" when she was little-er. as i've said before, i am NOT a morning person, but this sweet little bit of poodle love is a nice way to wake up. sometimes, when husband sleeps later than me, heeeee gets the poodle scarf instead and i get jealous because for such an audacious active little doggie, she really does have lots of love to give!

the poodle cat is a new development in rylie boo's repertoire of bad habits. i assure you, if cesar milan ever came to this house, he would probably have a panic attack. anyway, the other evening, i was plucking my eyebrows while sitting on the edge of our bathroom counter (we have the typical double sink set-up) looking into my makeup mirror. rylie boo was pretending to be interested in something up on the bathroom counter and proceeded to begin her supersonic squealing noise in order to alert me that she needed something. she really just likes to sit in my lap when i put makeup on because when she was little, i always put her there to keep her from jumping the shower or peeing in it- but that's another story. i turned around and told her "no" in a very firm manner to try to dissuade her from the squealing. she was quiet and i thought to myself "ha- i won" and turned back around to take my contacts out. when i looked up, poodle cat had appeared... in one try- she jumped her little brown ass right up onto the counter and was smugly smiling at me while standing on the thin rim of counter top on the edge of RLG's sink. it was so funny that i couldn't be mad (which is why i am a terrible poodle trainer) and i realized that she was probably just thirsty. i turned the water on, she drank, and then jumped down and resumed her place on the bathmat looking at me like "mother, if you weren't so dense, you would realize that i know where the water comes from". so now, poodle cat appears almost every evening, sometimes for a drink, and sometimes to gain access to her favorite item in the bathroom- the q-tips. if we lived in china, i would send her off to train for their gymnastics team, because i swear- you have never seen a poodle pull of the variety of circus like feats that this dog performs on a daily basis.

this is probably more information than anyone EVER wanted to know about anyone else's dog, but i have never owned a dog before that is not spayed. i am afraid to get her spayed because her mother went to be spayed after her second litter and died from the anesthesia. in humans, allergies to anesthesia are somewhat genetic, so i am scared to death to spay her. so... the poodle panties have become a necessity. this is her second heat cycle and although she is small and its really not that terrible, the incessant licking of her girlie parts is too much to bear. since husband is out of town and not here to make fun of me, i put a diaper on her- which she removed in about .02 seconds- so i put doll panties on her and voila- she wears them. i might post a picture. especially if she pulls the poodle cat move with the panties on and i can get to my camera in time.

literally- life with this dog is ridiculously funny.
e.