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Tuesday, November 6, 2018


Last Thursday mum had to go and have an MRI on her neck.  Gayle had  been sick earlier in the week so her days were all mixed up.  When mum got home at about 2:30 she was worried because I was not barking and running to meet her.  She searched all of my hiding spots; but could not find me.  She started to panic, thinking that I got out when she was going out.  She had just called Uncle Vic and he said he would come over and help search for me when the door opened and Gayle walked in with me!!!!!!  Tee hee and LOL 

For the non-Limeys out there -- Guy Fawkes was the person who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament but was caught before he was able to.  When mum was a kid over in the UK for about a month before November 5, kids used to stand at tube station entrances with a "guy" and ask for "penny for the guy" and then on the 5th they would buy fireworks and there would be celebrations with bonfires and fireworks.

Mum has a doctor's appointment and  has to get ready to be picked up.  She SAID she will write more tomorrow when she has time.

so, toodle pip and ta ta


Wednesday, October 17, 2018


Mum's caregiver, Gayle, is here and helped mum FINALLY to post on my blog!!!!!!!!  Amber da Weeni'es mom and my mum have been trying to get together on the phone to do it since Uncle Vic messed up mum's PC!!!!!  Also, for the past two days, mum has been trying to order our food, etc. from one of the Grocery stores.  Yesterday she couldn't get anywhere wit hit.  Today after half an hour on the phone and being Chewy and got the order placed the order in les than 10 minutes!!!!

Anyway -- other things have been going on here -- mum has nicknamed me "Tubby" -- she SAYS its because I hide in the bathtub when it storms -- but when we went for my shots, I overheard the vet say I needed to lose some weight!!!!!!!! WOOF WOOF WOOF

Thhere have been other things going on, but for now I will not bore you with it!!!  Will try to get som pics on here next ime

Hope you have missed me

ta ta and ttfn


Wednesday, June 13, 2018


For those of you who thought we had disappeared into the internet cloud, I would like to blame mum for not being able to access my blog!!!!!!!  Although we were reading other blogs, we are upset that so many of the "old timers" do not seem to be blogging here -- for example Frankie and Ernie and Gospel of Goose (although we know that it is Buddy now and not Goose any more).  Mum has been in touch with Amber da weenie's mum and for anyone who does no yet know it they have a new Puppy addition.  I have seen pics of Lexie and she is really cute!!!!

Not too much doing around here lately.  It has been toooooo hot for Gayle (or mum for that matter) to take me out after about noon.  I have been very good at not waking me up too early.  Mum has started taking her pool therapy classes (finally) and although she has only been to 1 so far, likes it.  She had another appointment for tomorrow mornine -- she has already told me to make sure I wake her up in time!!!!  One day last week, she went back to bed at about 4:30 and planned to get up around 6 for a doctor's appointment.  She slept until 10:30!!!!!!!!!  Because he had left her phone in the living room she did not get the call from the doctor or the van company!!!!!  Thank goodness this doctor does not charged for missed appointments!!!!!

The day after Memorial Day Uncle Vic had to take Coco to the Vet to have a (huge) upper tooth remained.  The vet is just around the corner to me so he (Uncle Vic) came over here to wait.  Mum knew he was doing some updates on the laptop, but was not too concerned because years ago when they lived together, after many arguments, she had gotten him to not change too many basic things (such as the icons on the desktop).  Well, obviously he forgot all of this and made quite a few changes -- one of which was doing something so that mum was unable to figure out how to post on my blog!!!!!!!  Finally, after some help from Amber the weenie's mom and my mum working on it, she FINALLY was able to access this blog!!!!!  That is really the reason why mum did not blog -- but  this morning for some reason she was able to post.

Mum is telling me we have to get off here 'cos she has things to get done and also 'cos her typing is getting REALLY bad!!!!!!  I promise I well not have such a biiiiiig break before my next blog.

Incidentally, for those if you who have read mum's anecdotes from her days yore, please let us know.  I you really do not want to read of her childhood in (post WWII) London, let me know and I will make sure she doesn't make any more of them

Well, ttfn and toodle pip


Thursday, May 3, 2018

I have company

I finally got mum on the computer to do a post for me.

Uncle Vic, Coco and her kitties (Cubby and Kiki) have come over to spend the day because there apartment has the exterminators and they are replacing the carpet with laminate!!!!  The kitties are still in their carriers cause otherwise we will never get them back in -- they will hide and we wont be able to find them!!!!!  Uncle Vic is sitting in the older reclining and because he is watching what HE wants, mum decided to pay bills and visit her bloggy friends!!!!

Anyway, a few things have happened -- a couple of weeks ago I had the sickies -- I threw up in the apartment several times and also tried to poop, but couldn't.  Anyway, when gayle came over, she made me chickn and rice, an so I got over it quite quickly.  I REALLY like Gayle -- When she comes over, she always takes for a walk and yesterday she took me to our rebuilt dog park.  Mum cannot take me there because there is a big curb and mum has spoken with management -- they are trying to get the builders to come back and put a ramp.

the weather her is really nice -- it is cool in the morning when mum takes me out and then warms up but she has not really had to turn the a/c on much.

Well, nothing really exciting ha happened -- hopefully I will be able o make mum write some more of her memories from her childhood when growing up in London.

Untill next time:

ttfn and toodle pip


Monday, April 9, 2018


Mum tried to get me to not write this, but  I told her that because she has not taken me on many adventures recently (she says it's too hot for my poor little paws on the sidewalk) then I HAVE to tell everyone in Blogville what happened!!!  On Sunday morning when we went out for my walkies, Mum insists she put her cellphone in her pants pocket.  However, when we got back home, she could not find it!!!  I was VERY annoyed with her!!  Anyway that afternoon she went to Verizon to get a new one -- of course, I could not go -- again because it was getting quite hot out!!  It took ages to get the phone and have it setup.  She got a new iPhone -- but this time he did not get ANY freebies with it (last time she got a case, screen cover and stylus as gifts).  The salesman offered her the case and screen protector at a charge of $49 and $39, respectively.  She very nicely told him "thanks but no thanks".  On the way home she stopped in at this meat/deli store and bought me 10 frozen marrow bones (which they cut specially for me, after mum told them what a good doggie I am (ROFLMAO). 
Anyway. all of her phone numbers transferred over, but none of the photos!!!  Guess she will have to take more pics of us all.

Yesterday (Monday) mum went to see the Bariatric Doctor who did her gastric bypass just over a year ago (on April 4 last year), and was very happy when he told her she had lost just of 6 lbs since her last visit (late January).

Oh, mum was gonna miss telling you -- but the reason she wont take me out when it gets hot (except for my walkies early in the morning) is because my leg hurts somewhat from my Valley Fever.  She has not been able to take me to the Vet because it will cost over $400!!!!!!  I also want to remind all my buddies here that my GoFundMe page is still up.

Well, mum has some other stuff to do, so  has told me that his is all I can write for now.

ttfn and toodle pip


Sunday, March 18, 2018


This has been a rough week or so for mum.  Her Oldest sister who lived in Seattle had been in the hospital.  She had some surgery and then apparently had a major heart attack.  Mum had only been told that Ros was having some "minor" surgery.  (The reasoning for this goes way way back to when they were kids and because of mum's "hole in the heart" situation, the family were told to treat her "with kid gloves" basically, so she was always the last to find out about most things -- a long story which I may be able to get her to tell you all about some other time.)  Anyway, Ros had open heart surgery this past Tuesday and things appeared to be going along ok -- or as ok as possible for an 80 year old with iffy health.  Mum forgot that her other sister, Dianne, was having cataract surgery on Thursday, and when she had not heard from Dianne by Friday afternoon, she called her.  At that point all seemed well.  Dianne was recovering from her cataract surgery ok, but mum and she got into an argument over things that had happened years ago -- another long story for another time.  Anyway, thing seemed to be going ok until Saturday afternoon when Dianne called to sa that Ros had died.  Now, mum is upset because she does not know how to find the money to get to Seattle!!!!  Mum got online and checked out airlines and if she flies from Phoenix to Seattle it is about $400 less.  There is a shuttle from Tucson to Phoenix, but it will be a hassle.  She also has to find out if he can take me with and what papers, etc. she will need for me.  I will also mention that mum had tummy troubles on Friday and Saturday morning.  Fortunately (for me, anyway) on Friday she started after she had taken me out to do my biznez but Saturday it started earlier, and so she could not take me out.  She also forgot to feed me till about 3 pm!!!!!!  She told me I was a very good girl cos I did not have an accident in the house.  Oh, and I should mention that on Friday we met my "good Samaritan" who helped out when I had my little "incident" a couple of weeks ago.  Mum was talking to him while he was eating a really good smelling samwich that I was eagerly sniffing and they were both ignoring!!!  But to get back to mum -- needless to say me and the kitties have been giving mum lots of hugs and kisses to make her feel better.  I am trying to convince her to put up a GoFundMe page to see if we can get some help.  She would be flying out on Tuesday and coming back either Thursday evening or Friday.  She will meet Dianne in seattle and Dianne had hotel points for the Marriott and mum will take some of her special shakes etc with her.

I want to go and give her more hugs and kisses so I am gonna end now -- will talk more later.

ttfn and toodle pip

Cookie (who is giving mum lots of tlc)

Sunday, March 11, 2018


Cookie's mum here:  After bugging me to continue with my story from the other day, Cookie went back to taking a nap after giving me my "instructions".

I think we left off while I was in the British Military Hospital in Paris.  Anyway, the staff in the hospital were really nice to me.  Also, one of my brother's came over to visit me.  I found out later that my dad had started to get concerned because he had not heard from me.  I usually met him for lunch on Monday's because he was working around the corner to my office.  The first Monday after I was due home, he just figured I was busy at work, but the second week he got concerned.  At the time I was living near my brother Cyril so my dad called Cyril's office and was told that he had made an unexpected trip to Paris.  Dad then got even more concerned and called Cyril's wife, who then told him that I was in the hospital in Paris.  Of course Dad got really concerned and also annoyed that they had not told him sooner what had happened!!!  So I had a really nice visit with Cyril, who told me that on the Saturday when I was supposed to arrive by plane from Paris, he had gone to the airport and was then made aware of what happened -- needless to say Cyril (and my dad when he found out) were really annoyed and upset that the group had left me in Paris basically on my own!!!  I then started getting letters and cards from friends, etc., in England.  Also, the brother of a friend of my sister's also came to visit me.  Actually, when he got there, it was rather funny because I heard someone mention "Rosalind Black" and knew who it was.  For some reason, Harvey always called me by my oldest sister's name -- and sure enough, it was him!!

When the time came for me to return to England, I was not allowed to go by plane because I was not allowed to be in an upright position for too long.  So I was going by boat ferry overnight and my sister in law Margaret came over for the day to travel back with me.  There were a couple of amusing incidents that happened on that trip.  First, I had a British army escort to the train, which did cause quite a commotion.  For some reason or other, I did not have shoes, but did have socks on.  The porter wanted to have my escort lift me through the train window!!!  I put a stop to that and insisted that I could manage to walk the short distance to the train!!!  The trip itself was quite uneventful, but VERY bumpy when the train was going on and off the ferry.  I was confined to bed so I got quite restless.  Margaret quite enjoyed the trip!!!  She had also done some sightseeing, etc., in Paris!!!!  When we got to London, we were left on the train for quite some time.  Apparently the ambulance that had been scheduled to pick me up at the station had got the days mixed up because of my travelling overnight!!!!  My dad was quite used to dealing with officialdom and getting his own way (another long story for another time), and he had talked his way onto the platform to chat with me.  This was actually supposed to be taboo because the fact that I was still on the train, meant that they could not clear it through customs.  Consequently, the train was running quite late for the outward bound trip.  Railway officials asked if I would mind waiting in the First Aid station until the ambulance arrived.  I said that would be fine -- what I did not realize was that they were going to take me over there on a stretcher!!!  This was a warm Sunday morning in September at Victoria Station.  My dad and Margaret walked about 10 paces behind me; I was flat on my back staring at the ceiling (everywhere but at the crowds) and the porter was yelling "MIND YER BACKS" every few minutes.  So, of course, everyone was looking a me and wondering what had happened to me.  Finally the ambulance arrived, but they had sent one with only 1 ambulance attendance -- so they put me in a wheelchair to get into the ambulance.  When we got to the hospital, again they put me in a wheelchair (one of those old wooden "bath chairs" that can be seen on old English movies, etc.).  I was very uncomfortable and finally collared a nurse and quite loudly complained about the fact that I had had to travel overnight because I had to lie flat, and was now being made to sit up, which was VERY uncomfortable.  The hastened to get me a stretcher before I made too much of a fuss.  I finally got up to the ward and, again, was made to sit up in bed.  Turns out it was because I had peritonitis and that was the normal part of treatment.  Also, English hospitals did not have electric beds and the contraption to sit me up was very complicated and the patient could not adjust it!!!  Very uncomfortable!!!!!  I am not sure if I mentioned it, but the food at the British Military hospital was like a four start French restaurant -- so, of course, the first meal I had in the London Hospital seemed even worse than it usually did.  It came around on a steam table and was tasteless and overcooked.  On Monday, my surgeon was making his rounds.  You only saw your "specialist"/surgeon once or twice a week and he came with a whole entourage -- Him with Matron, Sister from the ward, head nurse, Resident, Intern and (because it was a teaching hospital) several medical students.  You only spoke to your specialist when he spoke to you and usually the answer was "yes" or "no" answers.  I was still recuperating from the journey, so when he asked how I was, I said I was still very tired from the trip over.  He commented that there were better ways of coming from Paris.  At this point, I didn't care what I said, and answered, "Yes, but I had to travel by train because I was not allowed to sit up for that long and I get here and am made to sit up!!!"  Well, after everyone picked their jaws up from the floor (because no one EVER responded to the specialist like that), he had the decency to look a little flustered and turned to Matron and said that if I was more comfortable, I could be allowed to lie down!!!!  There were a few other little incidents like that along the way. For instance, I name has the French spelling, and one of the doctors who came around (and there were many, many many doctors who came around) was discussing my case right in front of me (which is something that is also NEVER) done, and made the comment to the other doctor he was with that he wondered if I spoke English.  I again responded that yes I did speak English because I was from London!!!  Also, because it was a teaching hospital, a medical student was assigned to work up my medical history.  A male student with a female patient had to have a chaperone (!!) and had to do the workup around everything else going on, so it took quite some time.  When he thought he was finished, he quite casually asked me if I ever got breathless.  When I said that I did he asked what I attributed that to I replied "to the hole in my heart of course".  Both of their jaws dropped because now they had to go into that history!!!

English hospitals at that time did not have the luxuries that US hospitals did (no phones or TV's) but the nursing care was superb and there were lots of little extras -- such as a cup of tea first thing in the morning (before breakfast, of course) and backrubs at night!!

I finally had my surgery and was in the hospital a couple of weeks afterwards, then I went to a convalescent home for 3 weeks.  If I went into all the little things that happened (funny and not so) this would run on for pages and pages.  Suffice it to say that at the end of it all, I had gone ona 2 week holiday and ended up being gone for 3 months!!!!  I had not been working at this firm for long so I was lucky that they kept the job open for me!!!

Well, I hope I haven't bored you too much -- I will now let Cookie have her blog back.

Cookie here -- well, after a nice nap while mum was writing that, I will not write too much except to say

ttfn and toodle pip