WUH!

Big Fat Dog

I can barely handle the three little dogs I have. ToTo, the white mini-Poodle weighs about 15 lbs. Dorothy Ann, the spotted Cavalier King Charles Spaniel weighs about 12 lbs. Pugsley, the Pug weighs 27 lbs. They all sleep in the bed with me and Mr. Man.

The dog in the above link weighs *240* lbs!! Mr. Man only weighs about 175 lbs…and I am catching up to him pretty quickly.

‘Tis the Season

…for bossing my entire extended family and friends around!

I’m building a home on the 25 acres I received from Mr. Man for our 25th anniversary. We moved my parents into the existing house with all of our furniture and furnishings from our living and dining room. We used our empty rooms to store the beach house furniture since we sold the Galveston house in June.

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Since I’m busy building and don’t have any “formal” furniture, I don’t have room to host a gathering this Christmas season.

I solved the problem by telling (I’m bossy) an old friend that she would be hosting our “Friends Gathering” this year. She didn’t even blink…

She knows I’m bossy.

Although I intended to furnish the food and drinks, she insisted that she would handle it. She even called me today to see if she could add some people to the guest list.

I said “No”.

I’m bossy.

PS.

A local neighborhood association is fighting with some homeowners about the Nativity which was placed for the holidays. I’m glad I’m moving to 25 unrestricted acres. I won’t have anyone else telling me what I can do on my own property anymore.

If you don’t have anything nice to say, come sit by me!*

Victoria Osteen Removed from Plane

As Granny would say, “I guess she’s getting her comeuppance”. Rudeness is unacceptable even if you are Mrs. God.

Last I read, Jesus taught from under a tree or in a boat offshore…NOT in a mega-church after leaving his 2.5 million dollar mansion in his luxury vehicle dressed in his designer duds on the arm of a busty blonde, with Texas Big Hair.

That’s My Name, Don’t Wear It Out…

It all started with some training for my three out-of-control dogs…Pugsley, Dorothy Ann, and ToTo.

ToTo is the eldest, at 11 people-years. He’s had a rough row to hoe in 2005, surviving a bad lung infection, cararact surgery, and being “fixed”.

Pugsley is the “middle child”. At 3 years old, he’s the love of my life. He is the cutest and most good natured dog I’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t take direction well.

Dorothy Ann is the baby, with all that having a toddler entails. She chews, pees everywhere, and is quite rambunctious.

We began training with Eric, of Custom K9.

My human children were aghast when I became the “Alpha” dog. They started calling me “Bossy Old Bitch”…