Saucy and Snooty

One More Thing Before I Go....

2011-03-27T13:53:00.000-07:00

This blog is in the process of being turned into a book. It has been "in the process" for a few months, but it WILL get done. Then the Blog will be closed. This is the last post.

But first, I want to share with you this lovely collage with original poem that J. Alexander did for my mom. She gets tears whenever she reads it.

So, as I sail this little Tome-To-Be into the Sunset, I thank you all for reading and following. And I hope you enjoyed my efforts to tell you how it's been a Dog's Life for this dog.

I love you all, my dear fans.

With gratitude,

Sausha Angel

Happy New Year

2011-01-06T11:57:00.000-08:00

Wishing everyone a golden year of happiness.

If you like my sweater, let me know. It was made by Miss Yvonne Tolley and she can make you one. I love mine because it's so warm and so flattering. Makes my -- um -- derriere look smaller.

Our Sudden Loss

2010-12-23T15:30:00.000-08:00

My dear cousin Rocco was helped to the Rainbow Bridge today. He was just a pup for heaven's sake, only 7 years old.

I am so sorry I snubbed him and teased him and bared my teeth at him. in later meetings, I tolerated him because he was really very gentle and sweet. I last saw him looking well in Calistoga on Thanksgiving Day.

They showed great compassion in allowing him to go -- he was in pain and couldn't come home from the veterinary hospital -- they recognized that it would not be a good life for him unless he could be home to run and play.

Mama DiDi came home crying -- she had been there too. Auntie Tracey was there as well. She was the one who met Rocco first and saved him from a lonely life with no companions.

But mostly I felt sad for Uncle Patrick who could not be with Rocco because of his leg injury and for Auntie Teresa whose love for Rocco helped her make the right decision.

Uncle Patrick

2010-12-06T15:45:00.000-08:00

     Poor Uncle Patrick can't catch a break. Actually that is a very poor choice of words -- he caught a very bad break. He was completely cleared by his cardiologist to resume his normal life. On Saturday, December 4th, he fell from his motorcycle on a practice course and broke his left leg very badly.

     Surgery on December 7th to drill holes in the leg to bring the broken bones together. I am not completely clear on this and when I try to visualize the problem, I feel weak and faint. So, he is wearing some kind of big traction thing on his leg. More surgery to come after Christmas when they repair the break with some more metal.

     Poor Uncle Patrick. I have my paws together for him that he was not in too much pain through all this.

California Casualty

2010-12-03T19:30:00.000-08:00

This is not a commentary on anything in our great state; it's our insurance company. Nice people that they are, they called to hire Mama DiDi to do a small video for a new advertising campaign. She dressed appropriately in royal blue and set off for the studio.

If I had been able to go, they would not have had to put makeup on me or "do" my hair. I would have looked fabulous. Alas, I cannot speak from experience and California Casualty is not MY insurance company.

Mama DiDi could barely speak as it was -- the end of her cold has given her a croaky kind of voice. When she got home she said she was made up within an inch of her life and her little short hair was teased and smoothed into obedience.

She tried very hard to give them some usable sound bite and finally was successful (they told her) with, "We chose California Casualty because of the price, but we have stayed for the fabulous service." Or something like that. If you look at my blog about the kitchen flood this past February, you will see that California Casualty was wonderful to us. So Mama DiDi was completely sincere.

Thanksgiving Day in Calistoga

2010-11-25T19:30:00.000-08:00

Isn't this pretty? This is a tiny part of the view from my Auntie Donna and Uncle Walter's house in the beautiful Napa Valley town of Calistoga. I heard that the name of the town came from a man who proposed to develop tourism because of the wonderful spas, hot springs and healthy waters. He supposedly said it would be the "Calistoga of Sarafornia".

Mama DiDi's mama sits in a lovely old, old rattan chair she gave to Auntie Donna and enjoys the view in the afternoon.

Here I am studiously ignoring my cousin Rocco as we sniff, sniff together in the front yard. (I love him really.)

We stayed overnight in Calistoga town and had to return to Sacramento early because Mama DiDi had a bad cold.

Almost Thanksgiving

2010-11-21T12:32:00.000-08:00

My dears, it's been lovely here but it has finally turned cold and LOOK!! See what I am wearing to keep warm. It is better than staying in bed.

This is from SewGramy


Hand-knit by Miss Yvonne Tolley

Late Hallowe'en

2010-11-21T12:07:00.000-08:00

My dear Uncle Patrick had another heart attack on Halloween day. He was watching motorcycle races when it happened and they got an ambulance to him right away. That night he had a new stent put in and he was out of the hospital in a couple of days. What a miracle of modern medicine.

He and Auntie Teresa love to greet their Trick or Treaters but that night their house was very dark and poor Cousin Rocco had to spend it alone. Sniff.

Last we saw, Uncle Pat looked marvelous! We'll see more of him on Thanksgiving when we go to Auntie Donna's house in Calistoga for Thanksgiving Day.

Meanwhile, I was home most of the time patrolling the back yard and showing off my neck scarf. This was made especially for me by my friend Pamela of Elegant Bow-tique. http://elegantbow-tique.com/

Cast a Giant Shadow

2010-11-13T16:10:00.000-08:00

They tell me my shadow is bigger than I am. What do you think? I truly love our daily walks and look forward to them. You might notice I am not wearing a sweater. Mom figured since I'd been out in the backyard all morning, I didn't need one. Good thinking.

A Pair of Veterans of World War II

2010-11-11T13:00:00.000-08:00

These men are part of The Greatest Generation. They served on a patrol frigate, the USS Rockford and were both sonar operators. The one on the right is my own Daddy Moose! He and Mr. Townsend had lunch together yesterday to hear a speaker. Today they got together again for lunch and to share photos.

GROOMED

2010-10-29T12:15:00.000-07:00

Look at me. Don't I look beautiful?? Of course, I always look beautiful, but now I look -- um -- beautiful-er.

Fall Gifts

2010-09-25T13:35:00.000-07:00

My dears, here I am in my Thanksgiving dress, gift of YTNR, posed on our beautiful quilt from Cousins Sharon and Oliver. (Oliver took first place in the quilt show with this beauty.) I thought the quilt and I looked quite fetching together.

We are so THANKFUL for gifts of dresses and quilts.

Yorkie Times Newsletter

2010-09-06T07:36:00.000-07:00

My dears, Sausha Angel here. It was just heavenly to be mentioned in the Yorkie Times. In point of fact, if I may say so myself, I was prominently mentioned. In point of fact, I was displayed above the redoubtable Mary-Margaret O'Brien's column. This is a true honor for Yours Truly. Please read the whole thing and enjoy. I do hope this link works for all of you.

http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Yorkie-Times---Our-Labor-of-Love.html?soid=1102701997177&aid=YHdIHhH4Sf4

Which Way Now?

2010-08-29T16:09:00.000-07:00

I enjoy this park very very much. It was recently "improved" and the paths were changed a little.

This is what all the paths used to look like. That 's my friend Misty Lou the Silky terrier in the background.

Life is GOOD

2010-08-25T09:17:00.000-07:00

We are really, really back to normal, my dears. Daddy Moose went off yesterday to the clinic to "donate" some blood. I waited for him from a nice perch on the back of our living room sofa. Hahaha, Mama DiDi was so surprised, and if she hadn't taken this picture Daddy Moose wouldn't have believed it.

I have lost a little weight actually. It wasn't much of a leap.

You would have been proud of me a few weeks ago, fans. We had a visitor stop to chat -- I believe his name was Pogo. He looked right at me (he's nearsighted though) and said, "We have met the enemy and he is us." (He must have seen his reflection in my big eyes.)

Catch Up ... Maybe

2010-08-17T19:50:00.000-07:00

My dear fans,

This is how I spent most of my days while nothing was going right. When my schedule is rearranged, I am Not Happy. Seriously.

My schedule is back to normal now. And I am Much Happier!

I will tell all, simply all, later, my dears.

Your servant,
Sausha Angel

July Already

2010-07-12T10:27:00.001-07:00

My mood is a little better now that summer is here, although I am just getting over that awful Independence Day holiday. The holiday is fine but the firecrackers and rocket whistles that go on for days just terrify me. Mama DiDi holds me until I'm calm even if it's half the night.

But enough about me. I last told you that Scarlett Lamanteer went to the Rainbow Bridge. ON THE VERY SAME DAY, our dear seamstress Yvonne Tolley lost her little Mollie. As if that weren't enough sorrow, Rhett Lamanteer died only a few weeks after Scarlett. And even later, Yvonne lost her Maimee and Daisy both. They went to the Rainbow Bridge together. It was terrible to lose so many, and I stayed in bed most of the time.

Around the house, it was close to the end of March before the workers had finished repairing and painting the walls, installing vinyl and then carpeting everything (except MY bedroom -- what's up with that!).

My skin brother Karl came to visit and a good thing: on the evening of Friday, March 26th, Mama DiDi had to call 911 for Daddy Moose. I hid outside when the big firemen came into the house and the bedroom. Before she left for the hospital, Mama DiDi found me and carried me back into the warm house and told me to stay there, which I did.

In the hospital, after tests, xrays and an MRI or something like that, they decided he had a low intestinal obstruction. Dr. Young sharpened his scalpel and told Mama DiDi that he would operate on Sunday. But -- surprise -- sometime on Saturday, the obstruction passed on its own along with the bad pains. At first all I knew was that Mama DiDi was gone most of the time.

Daddy Moose came home late on Wednesday, March 31st. We all got a good night's sleep. My Auntie Donna came on Friday to cook for us -- making delicious food that would last a long time. Mama DiDi froze the macaroni and cheese for later. The whole thing smelled so good, I tried to wheedle some of it but with no luck at all.

Then came the Home Health people -- Saturday, Nurse Gina; Monday Nurse Tracey (we remember her from a year ago); on Wed. they went to see the primary doctor; on Thurs., they saw a specialist. Then on Friday it was MY turn. I had dental surgery. Home Nurse Tracey came for several weeks and then it was quiet again. At Last.

And so, my dear fans, that is why I haven't kept up with my Blog. I would like to do better, but I would also like to have happy times to report. We shall see about that.

For Scarlett

2010-03-12T17:30:00.000-08:00

When all tears are shed, we will face life again. But not today.
I think that is how Scarlett's family must feel.

The New Year

2010-03-12T17:24:00.001-08:00

Many changes have come in the first weeks of 2010. My Christmas pictures didn't get posted, sniff.

We had a flood in our kitchen which resulted in a lot of strangers in the house for the past six weeks and a lot of banging noises which I detest.

A dear friend of Mama DiDi lost her very young little girl. The Diva Scarlett O'Hara went to the Rainbow Bridge after a horribly brief illness. She was so beautiful and modeled and approved all her mom's wonderful cuddle beds (I have two of them myself). Her brothers Rhett and Hashi, boyfriend of Mary-Margaret O'Brien incidentally, are just lost without her.

I will write more about our house and perhaps even post my Christmas pictures at some inappropriate time but first I will try to write about Scarlett. Stay tuned, my fans.

Merry Christmas Eve

2009-12-24T09:16:00.000-08:00

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas. May we all be snug and warm and happy.

Are We There Yet?

2009-12-12T14:56:00.001-08:00

In a nod to Mary-Margaret O'Brien, I have my own version.

"Are we there yet?"

Can you see me now?

2009-12-10T13:37:00.000-08:00

2009-12-10T13:27:00.001-08:00

It is very cold here and I'm working overtime to keep warm. By not working at all. Does that make sense? Here I am in the park. Can you see me way back there by the fence? Sniffing under a tree? Yes, there I am.

Sunday, November 30th

2009-12-03T11:39:00.000-08:00

The sad news arrived here Sunday evening that Mama DiDi's wonderful Uncle Doc passed away. He was 87 years old. We had just talked to him on Thanksgiving Day and he was recovering from pneumonia. He sounded weak but said he felt better. He suffered from Parkinson's as well as old injuries, and he was growing frustrated that he couldn't carry his regular workload.

The last thing he did was go outside with his wife and put chlorine in their well. He was very proud of accomplishing that chore, which must have been quite a feat, really.

They walked back to the house hand in hand and suddenly his legs folded under him, he said he felt dizzy and he stopped breathing. He died in his wife's arms.

I never met him, but I know what a big part of Mama DiDi's life he was. I know he will be sadly missed by his wife, children, sister and brother. Godspeed, Uncle Doc.

(I just learned his name was Eugene Lyle. His mother called him Lyle and everyone else called him Doc -- if they knew what was good for them.)

One more from Thanksgiving

2009-12-03T11:35:00.000-08:00

After dinner I wanted to rest. Auntie Teresa was kind enough to take this picture of Mama DiDi and me.

Thanksgiving

2009-12-03T11:30:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving was a wonderful feast. Daddy Moose cooked for two days and Mama DiDi and I went over to Auntie Teresa's house early to help get ready. I didn't get anything to eat. With the wonderful turkey smells, I refused to eat my regular dinner or any treats. No one was allowed to give me any turkey, although cousin Rocco got some, the lucky boy.

Here I am in my fall harness vest (by Pat Adams) at Auntie Teresa's watching for the turkeys to be carried out of the kitchen.

Pat's website is http://www.kindertoydogclothes.com/ Just want to give her a plug.

My Own Perambulator

2009-11-23T12:12:00.000-08:00

My dears. What do you see here? Yes, it is Me in my NEW pink Pram, a gift from my wonderful Auntie Sue. I love it. I received this in September and have used it twice so far. Looking forward to wandering our local Park in this. It will be like a Royal Progress.

My Commentary on the Food

2009-11-21T16:50:00.000-08:00

That will show them.

More Musings

2009-11-21T16:44:00.000-08:00

This very cunning little reversible scarf says, "I do Tricks for Treats." Well, that will be the day, my dear fans, but I do like it. On the back is a pattern of candy corn on black background.

Halloween, or as purists say, Hallowe'en

2009-11-21T16:30:00.000-08:00

October Musings in November

2009-11-21T16:01:00.001-08:00

My dear fans, I have been doing a lot of sleeping. So to catch us up on my life, I'll tell you a few things about October. First of all, it stinks!

Okay, not actually. But it is not my favorite month. On October 2nd I had surgery and dental work that I already told you about. I felt like Lady Frankenstein, I tell you. Fortunately for me, Mama DiDi was not going to wait 10 full days to have them taken out and she took me in 7 days after surgery. No more CONE!

Now I find I have few more of those little tumors coming along. We are not inclined to have more surgery. So stay tuned.

My New Banner

2009-11-03T09:51:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Auntie Vickie for sending this. I love the color!
Haha, Auntie Vickie is clever. This banner leads us to her website.

Neither Wind nor Rain...

2009-10-19T14:16:00.000-07:00

I am having my daily walk, no matter the weather. Here I am in a hurry, sorry for the blur. My raincoat has a hood, but it didn't seem that rainy at first. Too bad I didn't wear it. And didn't anyone think I might need little boots?

My Recent Ordeal, continued

2009-10-19T14:13:00.000-07:00

Am I not pitiful? My dears, I am happy to say that I am almost well again. No staples, my pretty hair is growing out -- but oh, so slowly -- and I am ready for the rain!

My Recent Ordeal

2009-10-19T13:59:00.000-07:00

I suffer from benign tumors, my dears. I had an awful one on my face. You can see where the staples are in this picture. That is my nose on the left. Mama DiDi pinned a nice scarf around my neck. The scarf hides two other removal sites and also makes wearing the Elizabethan collar more comfortable.

If you can see my poor "hip," you might notice more staples.

I must thank my wonderful Dr. Gates and her staff at Cordova Veterinary Clinic for carefully shaving the area so that the rest of my hair hides it now.

And it will grow out as they always say.

Happy Thanksgiving

2009-10-12T18:15:00.000-07:00

It's very late but I wish all of my Canadian aunties a very, very

Happy Thanksgiving today.

(Hey! Who is this guy? A member of the Royal Canadian Moose Police?)

Beautiful Lily

2009-10-06T08:07:00.000-07:00

So much has happened, my dear fans, that I haven't reported. I promise I will catch up because I don't want you to miss anything.

First of all, I am sad to report that my Auntie Sue in England has lost her beautiful Lily. She and Poppy are still grieving. We are bewildered and distressed that dear Lily should have had to leave her loving family and we pray for some peace for them eventually. The memories stay strong and so does the love.

Lily is wearing a biker chick vest just like mine. I will always think of her when I wear mine.

With love,

Sausha Angel

Whispers from the Bridge

2009-08-15T11:42:00.000-07:00

Does anyone remember the Last Will and Testament of Silverdene Emblem O'Neill? No, me either. I had to look it up because something was haunting me. I was hearing things perhaps. I listened (my dear fans, you know what, ahem, large ears I have), and I heard my dear friend Leo whispering from Rainbow Bridge. He woofed with happiness and something like satisfaction with a job well done.

This made me think of "Blemie" O'Neill and how he loved his master and mistress. (Isn't that quaint, my dears: master and mistress.)

"Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another," he said in his Last Will and Testament. The satisfaction I heard whispered from the Bridge may have concerned a foxy little Norwich dog -- just a dog. My dears, you be the judge. Leo is not replaceable. He had the heart of a lion, did he not? The little Zorro is not yet a fox. But Leo sent him so he could love as Leo did and be loved as Leo was.

That is what I heard anyway.

Precious

2009-07-08T16:35:00.000-07:00

Mama DiDi has a dear friend in England whose little dog Precious has gone to Rainbow Bridge.

We have both cried over losing our friend Leo, who wrote us a few times in this blog. Now we are weeping for this little being who was found, named Lilly and rescued as a Chinese Crested! The wonderful care given her by Mo and Nobby somehow turned her into a Yorkshire terrier. If that sounds impossible, it was only the first of many miracles.

My dear fans, click on this link to read all about it. Be sure to read the newspaper clippings and see the photos of this beautiful angel in a dog's body.

www.geocities.com/arthurclarke2000

Mo and Nobby lived with three Chinese Crested dogs and this is what they thought they were rescuing. As Precious recovered from her past and her hair grew back in, they realized she was actually a Yorkshire terrier. She was very close to one of her Chinese Crested pals in the Clarke household and when Scary died, Precious often paid respects at the grave and this is how I think of her.

We send our condolences, our love and affection from California to Hellesdon to help our friends over this sad time. We want them to know we are in awe of the love they gave Precious that turned her into such a beautiful and loving animal.

With my paws together I send my own Yorkshire kisses and hugs.

Gone Into the Light

2009-07-05T11:21:00.000-07:00

"....Gone into the world of light,

And I alone sit lingering here."

--Henry Vaughan, Ascension Hymn

With great sadness we learned last night that our dear Leo died, valiantly protecting his people from a rattlesnake on Independence Day. Independence describes him. He was also fierce and relentless and more brave than I can describe or fathom.

Bombs went off here all around me and I shook and clung to Mama DiDi all night. Leo would not have been proud of me, but I told myself when the noise stops I will put my paws together for those who loved him and will miss him so much.

And so this morning I went out to the park in the sunshine and thought of falling tears and grieving hearts.

And the famous Welshman, who wrote: "Though lovers be lost love shall not, and Death shall have no dominion."

Independence Day!

2009-07-04T09:40:00.000-07:00

Happy Fourth of July to one and all.

When the fireworks start, you will find me under the bed.

Happy to report that Daddy Moose was able to put his big flag out in front of the house. He's sick of one-armed paperhanger jokes, but he's still not so swift with his left hand.

Canada Day

2009-07-02T11:35:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday (yesterday) to Canada!

(hitting head with paw for being late)

Here I am wearing my Maple Leaf scarf, nuzzling my little RCMP moosie.

I don't know what I'll do for Independence Day but I'm sure I'll think of something.

Baby Tess

2009-07-01T10:14:00.000-07:00

Guess what, my dears!

I have a new 'grand-niece.' Please look at this sweet face and tell me you could refuse her anything.

Her name is Tess and she is the new 'baby girl' of my niece Karin and her husband Justin, living in Rochester, New York. (Hmmm, very close to my dear friends Abbey Mia and Harper Leshnower.)

Tess will no doubt become a first-rate therapy dog in the medical field there.

Playing Catch-Up

2009-06-24T09:36:00.001-07:00

My dears, it has been such a trying month. I told you that Daddy Moose had carpal tunnel surgery on May 13th. He healed extremely well for about 10 days and then he was hit with a huge set-back: a staph infection! This is that nasty one we carry with us and it was attracted to the fresh wound.

Daddy Moose had to have more surgery on June 3rd and was in the hospital for six days. Here he is the very day of surgery, no longer in excruciating pain. We thank his orthopedic surgeons Dr. Hu and Dr. Heater, his Physician's Assistant Kelly, his favorite nurse Allen and all the medical staff at Mercy General Hospital for taking such good care of him.

He came home late on Monday, June 8th, and it was wonderful to see him at last. Since then we have been working night and day to help him get well. We have come a long way. His Home Health Nurse Tracy and the others who fill in sometimes, his Occupational Therapist Melinda and his Physical Therapist Jim have done wonders for him.

More later, my dear friends.

The Beaux Arts

2009-05-27T20:20:00.001-07:00

My dear fans, please observe my latest adventure in fine art.

This is a tribute to my Daddy Moose -- he was recently operated on for carpal tunnel syndrome -- at his advanced age yet -- and I designed this especially for him.

It is a moose in case you were wondering.

Happy Memorial Day

2009-05-24T17:13:00.000-07:00

Blessings on those who fought for our freedom and liberty.

Here I am wearing my new Coca Cola vest from Auntie Donna T in Canada. I love it so much. What could be more American than this on Memorial weekend?

I love my morning walks in the park and wish I could have seen more of my friends today so I could show off my vest.

Vroom! Vroom!

2009-05-24T17:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Day! My main woman, Danica Patrick, came in third at the Brickyard today!! Whoohoo!!

I was an excited little dog-lady watching that race today.

I was a little nervous but she rewarded my patience.

She was awesome!

Cousin Rocco Burke-Smith

2009-05-15T07:32:00.000-07:00

We are on Patrol.

Rocco and I explore, explore, explore.

I sniff, sniff, sniff. Rocco sniffs, sniffs, sniffs....

A Very Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-11T12:23:00.000-07:00

My dear fans, this is me watching Mama DiDi read her Mother's Day card! I managed to do it again! My YESP (Yorkie ESP) sent my thoughts to Auntie Donna T in Canada and she translated perfectly for me.

Thank you, Auntie Donna for hearing me, writing my words on a beautiful card and mailing it all the way from Guelph.

Mama DiDi wants to tell the story so I guess I will let her:

Imagine my surprise when I opened this beautiful card from Sausha. Thank you Sausha and my dear friend Donna for your clever collaboration.

Here it is:

Yappy Mother's Day (with such a darling picture of a Yorkie) to Mama DeeDee (how did Donna know that's how Sausha usually spells it?)

Mommy I know you love me
By the way you show you care
You hug me and talk to me softly
When I need you, you're always there.
Mommy, I love you always
From my heart I want to say
I'm so glad you're my mommy
Happy Mother's Day!
Love forever, Sausha

Mother's Day Part III

2009-05-10T09:36:00.000-07:00

This is my Spring dress. Earlier it was going to be my Easter dress, but Easter was cancelled. Now it's my Mother's Day dress. Last year it was my Summer dress. I love the hat most! My beautiful friends at Yorkshire Terrier National Rescue sent it to me. They are close to my heart because they rescued me.

Mother's Day Part II

2009-05-10T09:31:00.001-07:00

I feel pretty. I feel pretty. Oh, so pretty and witty and wise. Of course!

Does this picture make my rear look fat? No, I think it's just a trick of the light.

Mothers and Mother's Day

2009-05-10T09:20:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day to everyone, mothers of babies of skin, fur, scale and feather or all of the above.

I had a spa day last week and I look and feel beautiful. I am ready now to go visiting cousin Rocco.

Happy Easter Day to All

2009-04-10T13:54:00.000-07:00

Here I am again, not grinning, but bearing it.

Last year I was mistaken for the Easter Bunny -- I cannot help my ears!

This year I will just be mistaken for a Doofus.

My Great Escape

2009-04-10T13:49:00.000-07:00

My lovely people haven't been able to figure out how I get from the bedroom to the backyard without being seen. You would think they were more observant, but lucky for me they aren't.
Woof.

Laughingstock?

2009-04-03T09:24:00.000-07:00

My dears,

Occasionally I like to humor Mama DiDi, but this may be going too far. I wonder if I have not been made a Laughingstock.

Please don't laugh. Mary-Margaret O'Brien suggested putting chocolate Easter eggs under my, um --

Next perhaps I'll wear a Panama hat in honor of Palm Sunday.

Or just wait for Easter and wear this thing as a bonnet.

Hahahahahaha.

Erin Go Bragh

2009-03-17T11:02:00.000-07:00

Happy St. Patricks's Day to all. It's the feast of Mama DiDi's patron and she is ready to celebrate. Some of us are looking forward to a quiet day.

Mama DiDi and Daddy Moose will be having corned beef and cabbage at the VFW. I shall sleep.

Am I not fetching in my shamrock vest, made (of course) by the talented Mrs. Yvonne? Note the pretty ruffle, making me feel so girly!

Can you see the lovely piece of jewelry given to me by my one of my most favorite cousins, Shadow Dancer? He sent it to me for Christmas among about a thousand candy bars for Daddy Moose.

The Yorkie Diaries

2009-02-19T14:52:00.000-08:00

I've been reading The Yorkie Diaries, compiled by Melissa Sovey. One of the entries deserves comment. Here it is, as posted by Nitro: "I sure wish my blog would catch on. I'm exhausted! I never expected this would be such hard work. I may have to take some time away from this for awhile. In the meantime, I'll be checking back every five minutes for any comments."

Dear Nitro, You didn't give me a link so I have to use MY blog to give you some advice. Don't obsess over it. If you get tired, quit for awhile. Don't waste time checking back. And whatever you do, don't think of it as "hard work." Nitro, my dear boy, hard work is rearranging your bedding. Hard work is upending your water dish if the water isn't fresh. Hard work is chasing kitties out of the backyard. Contemplate that, dear Nitro, and then you'll realize blogging isn't hard work.

My dear fans, try to find this book and read it. It's better than "Cats."

Happy Valentine's Day or whatever

2009-02-13T11:33:00.001-08:00

My dear fans,

It's Friday the 13th and very cold outside. I want to lounge on my nice bed and may not get up until Sunday, except to take a little nourishment. (Woof) So, in case I miss the big Cupid day, here I am....

Almost February

2009-01-31T15:34:00.000-08:00

I, Sausha, have been hibernating this month. It's the time for some sleeping, some eating, a little playing, a brisk walk in the park, beaucoup sniffing, fence-patrolling and GAAAKKKK -- yesterday was grooming. Ah, but my spa mistress Chris is so nice and when she's through with me, I am beautiful again.

Ho Hum, wake me next month.

A look back at Christmas 2008

2009-01-04T14:32:00.000-08:00

This video montage includes some previously seen videos of me, my dears, but so much more. This is what results when Mama DiDi is crying over a One True Media video. She got all sappy on me and made this but included my some of my aunties, uncles, and cousins. Oh, and Rocco.

Christmas 2008

Rainbow Bridge

2009-01-03T10:28:00.000-08:00

My dear fans, Mama DiDi was crying this morning and I had to hold her (in my own fashion). She saw this tribute to Rainbow Bridge babies -- our Sparky and Bruno are there, you know.

This is a picture of Bruno. I have to admit he was kind of a cute little guy.

http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=7bd4b68328ecf32a7accfc&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url

Holidays: Good, Bad and Ugly

2009-01-01T08:34:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year to all my dear fans.

I love a new year with its new beginnings and fresh perspective. All the bad of last year is a distant memory (like my surgery, ahem). Let me assure you, Sausha Angel did not have anything invested in the stock market or real estate so she did not suffer from the BIGGEST DEPRESSION SINCE 1931, for heaven's sakes.

I was good on Christmas Eve. I wore my white sweater (from Catherine, UK) to my auntie Teresa's house and I changed to my beautiful dark green dress by Miss Diane DeeWaard of Yorkie Fantasy. As usual, I was beautiful too.

On Christmas Day, I wore my red tutu sweater (made by Auntie Yvonne, sewgramy) to Auntie Teresa's house and changed into my heavenly white dress made by Miss Dottie of Katie's Pet Closet, my snow angel dress.

Before I retire for my little midmorning nap, let me wish you all a most happy New Year -- may it be prosperous and healthy for you all.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US

2008-12-16T10:15:00.000-08:00

Happy Anniversary to Us!! This is the date I came to live with Mama DiDi and Daddy Moose in 2006, and I think I will stay.

Happy Birthday

2008-11-16T14:14:00.000-08:00

My dear fans,

I have had the happiest birthday today. I went to the park for a long rambling walk, then home to treats. I got to sleep most of the day except for when I went out and chased naughty kitties.

For once, I did not have to dress up or pose for pictures or go for a "ride" that always ends up at a vet or groomer.

It was wonderful, my dears, simply delightful in every way.

Looking forward to my dinner now.

~Sausha

... Volume Up

2008-11-14T13:20:00.000-08:00

Fall is in the air and I am always ready to chase naughty kitties that visit our yard, even when I am wearing my best dress. When this becomes a book, the videos won't show up at all. You will have to imagine the sight of me in my lovely dress, barking busily and wagging my tail as fast as an airplane propeller. Woof

Still Recovering

2008-11-14T13:15:00.000-08:00

Well, just when I thought I was back to normal, my spa date came around yesterday. My dear Chris, who does such wonderful beauty treatments, performed her magic again. But it threw off my little nap schedule.

Today I was posing again with my beautiful dress on so I could show a picture of me after my toilette. I was beautiful as always, but also very alert. Here I am being beautiful and alert. Stay tuned for a little video of what I did next.....

Recovered

2008-11-14T13:04:00.000-08:00

My dear fans, it has been such a difficult few weeks, but I now am fully recovered. The surgery on my knee (for a benign sebaceous tumor) was successful and I am thrilled to be rid of it. At the same time I had a tooth pulled and some gum surgery. It took awhile before I was ready to eat normally.

After I felt better, I received the most beautiful dress as a gift from my saving angels, Yorkshire Terrier National Rescue. I got to put it on right away in spite of the fact that my grooming spa date is way overdue. I'm posing between Daddy Moose's feet -- he was not happy about his disreputable shoes in the picture, but Mama DiDi called it "The Princess and the Pauper She Loves."

Two weeks after my surgery, I had a dental vaccine and did not feel too well for a few days. So I am still on the -- ahem -- special diet, my fans -- chicken breast, rice, cottage cheese. It would be so nice with a crisp Chardonnay, but They simply won't allow it.

Surgery Report

2008-10-24T09:36:00.000-07:00

I am recuperating, my dear fans.

My knee feels like a mouse latched onto it and is hanging there by its teeth. My mouth seems to be missing a tooth. I'm wearing something plastic on my poor aching head.

Let me take this opportunity to thank you all, my dears, for the prayers and expressions of sympathy you have sent me and Mama DiDi.

Fondest regards, ~Sausha

My New Costume

2008-10-04T07:58:00.000-07:00

Listen to me very carefully now.

GET YOUR MAMMOGRAMS, LADIES! NO EXCUSES!!

The Lighthouse

2008-09-11T14:04:00.000-07:00

Look what I found! My dear fans, I am so excited to have run across this picture of Daddy Moose and little Bruno at the Point Cabrillo Light in Mendocino County.

I never knew Bruno but his scent is all over the house, shall we say. In pictures I have seen he seems so tiny. I understand he was usually between six and seven pounds.

His picture on the pillow on one my favorite chairs makes me chuckle (woof, woof) when I see it. He must have been a silly boy, but endearing.

Daddy Moose looks very good in this picture. He has a graceful walk and his own fashion sense. Little Bruno might have been in a hurry to leave his mark there on the restored lighthouse, which is still working, by the way.

Isn't this an interesting find for today?

A Serious Question

2008-09-06T16:58:00.000-07:00

My Dear Fans,

Please let me ask you all a very serious question. This means a great deal to me.

Am I f.a.t???

I just heard Daddy Moose refer to me as "Sausage the Yorkshire Pudding."

Well!!

I agree that I am not petite, but I am sturdy. And in case anyone hasn't noticed, I can curl into a very small ball when I wish.

And I have feelings.

Sniff.

Your tenderest, most faithful friend, Sausha Angel

Hurricanes Oh My!

2008-09-02T10:09:00.000-07:00

We are so unhappy about hurricane season. We have friends in Florida who escaped Gustav's wrath, but are in the direct path of Hannah. They are used to hurricane season, but that doesn't make it any easier when one of them is coming right at you. Of course, it doesn't help that it's been raining for a month down there on the tip of Florida. My dear little GizMo, Charity and Griffin, please be safe, you and your mommy.

Simple Amusement

2008-09-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Fun is found in such things as hiding and letting them find me.....

My Friend Jack

2008-08-30T10:58:00.000-07:00

So, I understand my friend Jack has a puppy cut now. I think he looks so distinquished here, but a puppy cut IS cooler for summer.

Believe me, I know. I am overdue for a spa day.

Woof.

Friends and More

2008-08-28T09:27:00.000-07:00

A big hello and belly rubs to my friend Jack Kennedy, a special Yorkie in Massachusetts. (Oh, my dears, I hope I spelled that correctly.)

In Utah, my cousin Sadie's mom is feeling better and better. Sadie's skinbrother and his wife have what it takes to be parents: a new baby!

That rascal Shadow Dancer had a birthday party recently. I envied him the jelly bean cake. I have never gotten a cake for MY birthday. But I do get a lot of treats so I shouldn't be too much of a glutton.

I get so much love and feel like a very lucky girl. My only complaint right now would be the heat. I come from the San Francisco Bay Area -- we NEVER had to put up with heat like this. Pant, pant.

The Week That Was

2008-08-20T20:33:00.000-07:00

My dears, I have been so busy for the past week. I had an appointment with my Dr. Ellsworth who takes such good care of me at all times. She specifically commented on my eyelashes. After that Mama DiDi and I went to the POUND -- yes, call it what it is! -- and I received a 3 year license. (Mama DiDi looked at me and said, "Well, she IS ten years old." The clerk nodded sadly. "On the other hand," Mama DiDi continued, "she IS a Yorkie!" The clerk smiled. "Let's go for it," they said together.

No sooner had I recovered from that upset to my routine than Mama DiDi began spending many days away, helping her dear mother move from a lovely home into a small apartment. These things are never easy and I could tell it was often sad for Mama DiDi and her sisters. So, as time goes on, I will visit there and see if I can bring joy in my own small way.

Me? POTUS??

2008-08-12T09:03:00.000-07:00

So sorry, my dear fans. Somehow my "billboard" announcing my candidacy for President of the United States went blank. I don't want to leave a big black square there on MY blog.

Dreaded Bath

2008-08-11T16:58:00.000-07:00

My Dears, I am in a faint. I do so hate having a bath at home. The Spa bath is so much nicer and FASTER! Why does it take so long to rinse, rinse, rinse all the shampoo off me? Why does Mama DiDi use so much shampoo anyway?

My delicate being is resting now. Woof. When I recover myself, I may hide. Right now, I'm just too too exhausted to think of a new hiding place.

I do so envy dear Leo with his wood rat. I have a woodpile but it only has beetles. I have many cats and several squirrels that visit my yard.

Oh, oh. I must have been dreaming about rats. My dainty paws were twitching.

In Memory of Maxx

2008-08-10T14:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we learned that this darling little Maxx shook off his sickness and pain and made the long trip beyond the horizon to the Rainbow Bridge. His mom is Yvonne who has made beautiful clothes for me in the past. I am so very sorry that her heart must be broken now. Maxx's daddy Tom is there to greet him, so there is joy there and tears here.

This is little Maxx.

When I heard the sad news, I remembered the Mutts comic strip from the day before. It made me think of little Maxx being carried by his dad and never being out of breath again.

Starring Me

2008-08-10T14:22:00.000-07:00

If this works, it will be a miracle.
I addressed one of the neighborhood cats over a year ago. Strange to say, I haven't seen him since.

Sadie's Mom

2008-08-08T07:35:00.000-07:00

Sadie Sue's mom is in the hospital. We hope she will be home soon because Sadie (who loaned me her beautiful Hawaiian dress last year), her honey Sunny and their daughter Lucy miss their mom very, very much.

Please pray... thank you.

Mary-Margaret, TV star

2008-08-08T07:25:00.000-07:00

Our sweet friend, Mary-Margaret O'Brien, appeared on TV Wednesday night. WE cable network introduced a new series called F.L.I.P. Mysteries: Women on the Case. F.L.I.P. is a real i-network of Female Legal & Investigative Professionals. (Get it?)
Mary-Margaret appeared for a second or two, posing beautifully on her mom's desk as they helped solve a chilling mystery. Sorry, no spoilers, because the show will be repeated next Wednesday night at 10 p.m. Eastern time. Maybe that will be a new episode, but I'm sure her fans will demand a repeat of Mary-Margaret O'Brien, investigator-in-training.
The reason we all got to see it was because we have satellite and what is shown at 10 p.m. Eastern time is shown here three hours earlier. We didn't even have to stay up! Thank goodness, because as you know I am a creature of habit and would be asleep by 9:15.
Woof.

Rosemont Park

2008-08-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

Today in our park, which is constantly being overwatered, a man heard Mama DiDi calling me.

"Sausha, come here, get out of the mud, don't twist your leash around the post. Sausha, we're going this way."

The man stopped and pointed toward me. "Russian name, Sacha, small name of Alexander."

"Yes," Mama DiDi fibbed, remembering my dialogue with dear Leo. "In fact, Sausha was named after Count Tolstoy's daughter, Alexandra."

The man smiled broadly. "My name Nikolai." Mama DiDi introduced herself and my aunt Nita. And quickly Nikolai, Mama DiDi, Nita, and my friends Jose and Misty, and I all leaped out of the way of the constant sprinklers.

Under the Weather

2008-08-03T07:45:00.000-07:00

My dear fans, I experienced a little indisposition yesterday, but all is well this morning. I have a special sound I make to let my people know I am SICK! Do not waste time letting me outside!!
Ahem. I had to repeat this special sound for 20 minutes late Friday night before Daddy Moose roused sufficiently to get up and let me out. His first clue should have been that I did not rush out barking.
Mama DiDi got up with me twice more before she decided to leave the doggie door open for me. Too bad she didn't turn the lights on in the house and discover the nice message I had left in the dining room. Woof.
Yesterday I lounged in my bed as I usually do everyday, but this time I didn't bother getting up until after 5:00 P.M.

Sausha Angel

2008-07-28T12:15:00.000-07:00

Hello to all my wonderful fans. I haven't posted because the weather has been rather warm and I become so debilitated in the heat, but now it's cool AND Mama DiDi isn't hogging the computer. (Here I am in my debilitated state.)

I want to tell you why I am named Sausha Angel. Beverly put a little blue coat on me when she brought me here, a blue coat with angel wings on the back. I truly felt angelic too. One of Mama DiDi's friends, a lovely lady named Sue (herself the guardian of two sweet doggies named Lily and Poppy), saw this picture of me in my blue coat and suggested I be called Sausha Angel. And so that is my name.

My dears, look at that slender figure. Ahem. Woof.

Saved the Kitty

2008-07-18T16:07:00.000-07:00

You would have been proud of my Mama DiDi, my dear fans. While I stayed on the sidewalk and barked encouragement, she tried to cajole a marmalade kitten into coming down out of a tree at our Park. When she failed and walked away from the tree, the kitten set up the most piercing yowl for such a tiny one. It was only temporary. Mama DiDi called Daddy Moose, got the number of Animal Control and they promised to come right out.
Ah, yes, I thought -- and I have a large international red bridge I could sell you -- for a song.
I waited in the car. I had no intention of joining that little party, my dears, I assure you. But Animal Control did come right over, also a man who had seen the cat earlier dropped by to see if it had gotten down on its own yet.
Well, it was hilarious. The catchpole was too short, the net was too short and the ladder was too short. The man and the a.c. officer went to call for help and the cat must have thought the ladder made the ground look closer. The little Dickens landed on his feet and I watched Mama DiDi pick him up. Oh NO! (She says he was purring.)
I'm sure this story would have a much happier ending if I could tell you she brought the cat home and we are now living happily ever after, but I'm afraid we are too practical and realize that our dear Daddy Moose would never go along with it.
The a.c. officer believes it will find a home, maybe even with his own people, who might be looking for him. I suspect, however, that someone dumped him off.
Such is life in the suburbs.

My Secrets -- for Leo

2008-07-17T21:16:00.000-07:00

My dear Leo, I love my bath. I love the massage and I love the water. And most of all, I love doing a quick roll and rub on the dirty carpet remnant in the garage as soon as I get home. Woof.

Spa Day

2008-07-17T14:33:00.000-07:00

I was massaged, brushed, combed, clipped within an inch of my life, my dears.

I feel so much better now, but I am prostrate with exhaustion as you can see.

Now I must rest and sleep.

Dog Days, Early

2008-07-16T17:32:00.000-07:00

My dears, it isn't August yet and the Dog Days have arrived. My energy is low and I wish to sleep, "wrapped in the tender arms of Morpheus."

But first, I'll enjoy the air conditioned house and drink my distilled water.

And eat my delicate treats.

Call me when the heat wave is over.....

Heat Wave

2008-07-08T14:49:00.000-07:00

To my dear friend Leo and his Gamma Wolf -- I don't know what medium Miss Sherry Berry uses for her effects, but I have a suspicion it has something to do with Paint Shop Pro or something of the sort. She has other talents too. She makes nice tags and her Yorkie Savannah figures in them often.

You might all notice this picture of me taken by my friend Jan who visited with us while we were vacationing in Fort Bragg, California. I thought it was a good likeness. Ahem.

My dear fans all, it is HOT here. You have no idea how hot it is. I lie supine so any vagrant breeze from the air conditioner will cool off my pink tummy.

Today I reverted to one of my old tricks. I don't know why I did it, but it seemed like the thing to do. A man from the Electrical Company came to put a surge protector on our meter. When he banged on the outside of the house, I was frightened. I sought comfort from Mama DiDi at first, but she forgot me when she heard him say he's finished, and I melted away.

Mama DiDi looks for me. I hear her calling indoors and out; I hear her open doors and close them. She gets down and looks under the bed where I usually am. She looks under and behind everything possible. She searches for me in the backyard. Even though there is no way I could have gotten out the front door, she goes out and looks around anyway. I hear the panic in her voice but I can't move. I hear her say, "Sausha, PLEASE come out! Please come out." She has looked everywhere, but then she goes into Daddy Moose's bathroom (where she has looked before, even behind the door) and one more step this time reveals me plastered to the commode in the most clever way so she couldn't see me when she looked the first time.

She laughs, she cries. My dears, I offered her some Rescue Remedy for her temples and now she is taking a nap.

Dogwood Effect

2008-07-05T16:43:00.001-07:00

Is this not beautiful?

Hangover

2008-07-05T16:39:00.001-07:00

My dears, I am still recovering from last evening. The horrible firecrackers and whistles make me bury my head under Mama DiDi's chin. I refused to go for my walk in the park today -- who knows what's over there?
I have been able to save Miss Sherry's art effect of Mama DiDi's dogwood picture and I am going to put it up next.

Independence Day

2008-07-04T13:18:00.000-07:00

Wishing everyone a very Happy 4th of July. Be careful and have fun.

If you want a hearty laugh today, be sure to see my friend Mary-Margaret O'Brien's Blog.
http://mary-margaretsdiary.blogspot.com/

To my dear pal Leo, somehow I did not keep up with a few of your comments, but they are posted now. I am really sorry. I thought I had this all figured out, but still have a lot to learn. I certainly wouldn't want you to think I was putting the snub on you.

To dear Cousin Shadow, I hope everything feels all better now and you no longer have a sore mouth.
I shall sleep now. Woof in red, white and blue.

Good News about Shadow

2008-07-02T05:42:00.000-07:00

So it turned out that Shadow Dancer didn't have a hernia after all. Hooray! But the darned old vet felt he had to do something after all so he did a dental and pulled four teeth.

Thank you for prayers and comments about Shadow. I love my Cuzzy. His mom also sends her thanks.

Miss Sherry took Mama DiDi's dogwood picture and made it into a painterly work of art. Maybe I can show that later.

I, Sausha Angel, am so relieved.

My Cousin Shadow

2008-07-01T06:41:00.000-07:00

Please pray for my cousin Shadow Dancer who is having surgery today for a hernia. Ouch!

He'll feel so much better when it's all fixed, but today is scary for his mom. We and all their friends are keeping them in our thoughts.

Vacation Ordeal -- Le Dernier Cri

2008-06-30T10:59:00.000-07:00

My dears, this was my very favorite part... I loved going out to Laguna Point and seeing those awful smelly seals. Ha, ha. If only I could have rolled in that perfume.

Vacation Ordeal, Part Two

2008-06-27T15:15:00.001-07:00

The routine became easier every day, but I began to wonder if I would ever see my home again. Hmph! is all I can say.

I hope they don't expect me to lie on the ground.

More tomorrow, my dear fans!

Pomo RV Park, Fort Bragg

2008-06-27T15:08:00.001-07:00

Pomo RV Park is the name of this place -- quite pretty, actually.

Vacation Ordeal, Part One

2008-06-27T14:56:00.000-07:00

Two Mondays ago, I had a most psychdelic experience, my dears. Daddy Moose and Mama DiDi took me on a trip to some distant, forested place. They expected me to sleep in that steel house??? I managed to hide but it wasn't easy. On Tuesday I decided to eat. And eat. And eat. But I was cut off from my fans. There was no steam iron to call from, no cell phone reception (if I'd been able to maneuver that little gadget) and NO internet. I was working on a way to call from the coffee maker when Wednesday arrived and we got online.

Mama DiDi hogged the Notebook and I couldn't write in my blog but I began to settle in and enjoyed taking many walks. We met one Jack Russell Terrier who simply would not shut up. It was left to me to shut him up!

They kept saying the weather was beautiful, but what was I doing freezing at night? Why was the bed so small? (Although it was cozy, heh, heh, and I managed to get my share of the blankets.)

2008-06-27T14:52:00.000-07:00