Sometimes a roll in the grass just feels yummy!

I Was Close

Okay, okay, the suspense was killing me, so I Googled it. Timmy's mom, in the Lassie series was Ruth Martin in the series, played by JUNE (see!) Lockhart, and also by Cloris Leachman. See what you can learn when you know Super-Chi, and follow her blog.

Who'll Stop The Rain?

Apparently, Ms. Maddie does not like the rain. When we get caught in the rain during our walks, she will furrow her brow and look at me like: "Are you nuts? We're not supposed to be out on a day like this!" The all-knowing chihuahua.

Today, Maddie kept going to the door to the side verandah where she likes to luxuriate in the sun, and warbling, and then running over to warble a message to me, and going back to the door. It was a perfect, "Timmy's in the well, June, run." (Was Timmy's mom named June? I need to check that -- I may be thinking of June Cleaver -- same mom-type.)

Gordon, who was trying to read the newspaper, noting the little chi racing back and forth to the door, finally looked up and said, "What in the world does she want?"

She wants me to stop the rain so she can go lay out in the sun.

He looked at me with the "Oh, sure" man-look.

So I got up, opened the back door, and Maddie darted over (Maddie doesn't walk anywhere, she darts), and peered out into the rain, and then looked up at me, brow furrowed, and warbled what I think means, "can you fix this?" I just shook my head "no," and closed the door.

"See," I said smuggly to Gordon, and I went back to sit down. Some days you "can't always get what you want," even if you are Super-Chi.

UP IN THE AIR JUNIOR BIRD-CHI

Maddie Sue has military fighter pilot blood -- or at least whatever makes us proud and stand tall when the military jets roar by in formation overhead has become a part of her heart.

Maddie's dad is a fighter pilot and a military test pilot. I imagine that in Maddie's 9 years on this planet, she has lived near, or maybe even on, military bases.

Today, Ms Maddie was in a cuddly mood, trying to snuggle me and was enjoying being cuddled back. And then, as sometimes happens, fighter jets from McDill soared over the house in formation and Ms Maddie Sue flew off my lap, stood at attention in the center of the room, ears as focused as radar antennas -- listening to the sound of the jets overhead. She stood, every muscle perfectly erect until there was no sound to be heard.

And then she looked at me with a question. And I just nodded to her and life continued as before. I was going to say her daddy's name, but I want to save saying that for times when he is coming to visit her.

It was an odd reaction of Maddie since typically she is frightened by noise. During the fireworks last weekend, she startled at the first one and began shivering as she crawled up to nestle by my neck as I lay on the couch reading. I held her tightly during the entire firework program and she quivered until minutes after it was over.

But let those military jets fly overhead and Ms. Maddie Sue Kinszley stands proudly at attention -- giving the Chi-salute to her Dad!

Thank you Mr. Paul.
love, Maddie Sue K
read and approved by a nosy chihuahua

Maddie Sue to the Rescue of My Brain

Maddie and I took "our" coffee inside this morning. I wanted to read the news before feeding the pups since I woke up early. It was well before doggie breakfast, but still, when humans wake up, dogs begin salivating.

Ms. Maddie was perched on my lap as I was reading the news on my laptop computer on my desk. And somehow, as headlines will have it, I was pulled into an "oh so important" article asking the question, "Did Photoshop strip Demi Moore of her left hip?" I am embarrassed to share this with you -- not the fact that Demi Moore's hips were Photoshopped, but that I was reading the article!

And of course, the article had a series of photos of other actresses with their before and after-Photoshop photos. To move from one photo to the next, I just had to hit the button near the front of my laptop base.

And right in the middle of this mind-shattering group of photos with captions (which I needed since I didn't even know who most of the people were, who were taking up my time this morning), Ms Maddie Sue took her nose and hit the button, moving on to the next photo. And then again, the next photo. She started moving the photos faster than I could read the captions.

I almost moved her so I could continue this pursuit, when I came to my sense: that I really did NOT need to spend time looking at before and after photos of Brittney Spears. And that my life would actually be better if I never looked at any photos of Brittney Spears, and gang.

So I turned off my computer, and fed the pups 30 minutes early just to reduce the mounting tension amoung the four-legged beloveds in my house: "is it time to eat yet, mom, is it? is it? is it now?!"

And now as I sit at the computer, I put Maddie Sue behind me (where she promptly fell asleep) so I could write this post. She ususally likes to watch the screen when I am on the computer, but I did not want her editing this story.

The hot pink harness by light of day

My dreams last night were loaded with hot pink harnesses and one
smarty pants little chi trying to solve the dilemma: how to don the
harness without looking like I macremed a NAKED CHIHUAHUA.

With Maddie's help, take a look at the results. Maybe???

Talk About a Love Fest

Here is Ms Maddie Sue, on the lap of her dad, and enjoying her mom, Nancy's attention. She was in her glory showing them her new home, and her new dog buddies, and her new neighborhood. She was so wonderfully perceptive. She loved on dad, then she loved on mom, and when it came time for them to head for home to Fort Hood, Texas, she came to sit by me to tell them in her own way, "I love you both, but I am fine here." And she might have added, "And, by the way, wag, wag, Ms Ann needs to write The Tails of Ms Maddie Sue, so I have to stay here and help her. Dahhh! "