Obama Dog Blog: Bo shines the spotlight on royal pets and noble companions

Obama Dog Blog: Bo shines the spotlight on royal pets and noble companions

All of this Royal Wedding chatter and Obama Birth certificate brew ha has got me chasing my tail. I am going to focus on Breeding for the moment.....

Joan of Arc

My human has been keeping up with the events happening in Egypt, and now beyond via my Twitter account @lilwhitemaltese. 

Maybe its her Lebanese roots, or her Danish heritage, but she felt a kindred connection to what was happening.

She now has an entire new circle of female friends who were in Tahrir (Liberation) Square in central Cairo with whom she has been conversing  and cheering on.

Many of them have dogs!

Cleopatra ( big cat lover) maybe the most famous female leader ever, is just one example of hundreds of strong, intelligent and empowered Egyptian woman who have shaped Egypt, like they are doing right now.

This new Face book page has set up chronology of this incredible accomplishment in pictures!
 www.facebook.com/pages/Women-Of-Egypt/188702194487956?sk=wall

As A little White Maltese I stand up with these amazing woman who are crossing all religious and ethnic, lines to show that they are the future and destiny is theirs to create! 

Al-Salam

السلام

Woof, Woof, Paws be with you

Its A Wonderful Life

Lassy Come Home was my particular pick last night. Thursday night is movie night.

But, I was overruled and we watched It's A Wonderful Life instead.  Which is cool because we watch it every year.  We resist the sentiment that it is overplayed.  How can it be overplayed? It's only on once a year!

Anyway, my human likes to challenge herself.  She calls it Zen cinema.  You watch the same film over and over and try to discover it for the first time.  Some acting thing.  It works for me because my short term memory is, well short.

I'm a dog and while very bright, by nature we live in the moment, literally.  BTW if you want to test your dog's  memory  here's a link.  http://www.moderndogmagazine.com/articles/your-dog-genius/145.

ANYWAY....I was mesmerized, not memorized...haha.  Not by George Bailey's miraculous transformation or Jimmy Stewart's taunt portrayal.   Now, that IS overplayed..."Jimmy Stewart, Jimmy Stewart."

Oh, no!  In my little white Maltese opinion,  it is the very Westi ish qualities of the one and only Dona Reed that makes this picture one of the best movies of all time.

Donna Reed!

This is a obviously a studio picture vamping her up. She wasn't a sex kitten or a subserveant 1950's housewife.  She was not a stereotype.

She had multidimensional life experience.  The kind you get from growing up on a farm and then leaving it. 

Donna Reed was from Iowa.  I'm not sure how her journey from small town to big screen unfolded, but she never lost her warmth, or her subtle nod to irreverence.


She was spunky, yet graceful.  Simple in upbringing, yet erudite. She was innocent and yet, got around the block ...Oh, the Midwest. Fresh air and decent public education at its best.


I could Wikipedia her now , but why?  She has captured my imagination.  I want to imagine how Donna Reed came to be.

My human, lets just call her Liz Beth Beth this time, recently heard an expression that pretty much verbalized something she had felt ever since moving to Los Angeles  from the rural land: In reference to some types of Angelenos getting career breaks:

      They were born on third base...

If you grow up in rural Iowa you weren't born on third base, period.  Not even if you are the Governor's kid.  Nope, you weren't even born in the batter's box.

I know dogs that are born on third base because I see them at Paw's and Stuff where I get washed.   Ya know, they have  lovely dispostions. Good breeding. They are comfortable in their kennel.  Waiting...knowing they are next.

Me?  I bark.  I claw.  I squeal.  I have anxiety when they put me in there.  Am I ganna get out?  Evidently a characteristic of ill- breeding.  I'm not certified, like AKC.  I am on the big side too.  But, look how patiently I sat for my human.

 My human says I have emotional intelligence, which has to do with my soul, not my breeding.  Which is why I don't require a leash. I'm not going anywhere.  I know where to pee and I have excellent bladder control. I'm a little free, kind of wild and yet Maltese. 

My human says while Jimmy Stewart may have been the star of Its A Wonderful Life,  it was Donna Reed's character and performance that made the story.  Donna's unique out of the box quality made this role a classic one of a kind. This part was made for her.

She is sugar and salt. Solid practicum whittling through sardonic wit.  Mary was silly, smart, open, honest, goofy,  true and fiercely loyal. She saw greatness in the simple humaness of George.

Simply put,   She was rather canine.

Look at your dog looking at you, or borrow someone elses to look at if you don't have one, or go to the pound.

We can't stop staring at you.  You're enough!

It is a Wonderful Life!

THE MALTESE FALCON

Here I am with a vintage tint on my recent picture at the beach.....right before it turned embarrassing.

Point Dume in Malibu is a perfect setting for weekend adventures. So it seemed.

My human took me.  Oh, she might have spared me the humiliation of having to stuff me in her beach bag.

Really? Why am I illegal?  My poops are small. 

It was all very Bogart.

Elizabeth and I arrive minding

our own business.

The Patrols start trolling

around on their four wheelers

looking for people

with booze and evidently

dogs....

The word hits the sand and spreads like hot butter on toast.

A mysterious stranger informs us that there is a bounty on my head. 

Stealthily,  let's call her E. Liz Beth today, covers me with beach towels so the patrols don't spot me.  She's questioned.  

She plays innocent, yet aloof. I'm shaking in my paws.  I understand the rules.  But, it’s October.

Anyway, they bust some other poor unsuspecting soul, a rather vocal Boxer. His human was not so subtle.  Fisticuffs! Bark!

I admire my human’s panache. Though, as a witnessing “surfer dude” pointed out, It may have been the subtle reveal of her cleavage.

Like any decent damsel in distress you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do . Trust me.  She wasn't the only one to go home without a ticket.  Chow!

An Agnostic Prayer.m4v

OH, HO YOKO

I understand the whole John Lennon Yoko Ono thing.  I am in love with Pepper. 

My human, Elizabeth let's call her Ms. Lizzy,  was really the first person to make the connection.  She, after all, took an advanced Beatles course in college.  Her name is signed on the wall outside of Abby Road Studios.  The photo of her buzzing the door at Apple Records is framed on our wall. She's a big fan. Also, with what would have been Mr. Lennon's 70th birthday and the new film out called Nowhere Man, Elizabeth has been listening to a lot of John. 

She was never in the I hate Yoko camp anyway.  Contrarily she has always admired their love. Clearly they were meant for each other.  It took courage. Change is scary.  But together they became Yoko Ono and John Lennon.

Chibo ( my former Chow companion) won't accept Pepper . Think of him as Paul. 

Carlita doesn't like it either.  

Think of her as a Beatle fan who deeply resents Yoko blaming her for the breakup of The Beatles.

Please, everyone.  Our souls transcend labels.  Imagine. We are Yin and Yang.  

Call us Shelper or Pershell or Shepper

War is over.  Cats and Dogs....Dogs and Cats.  Give Peace a Chance. 

SOME LIKE IT HOT -Sugar Shell’s first dog blog

I am a Maltese. I’m four which of course means I’m 28.

I lie and say I’m three.  But everyone lies in Hollywood.

Marilynn Monroe  had a Maltese, like me, named “Maf”.  

Since I am named after her character in Some Like It Hot, Sugar Shell, I think I will use my first blog ever to comment on the rumor that Elizabeth, my human (and what a human she is; stunning, loving, sometimes a bit mercurial. What I imagine Liz Taylor, another maltese lover to be like, minus the many marriages and too many pills)  heard this morning regarding an upcoming movie narrated through the eyes of “Maf”. Marilynn’s very own Maltese and possibly my distant cousin: 

Well, I like it!  What a brilliant idea. 

Who is going to play Marilynn?

Elizabeth heard it might be Angelina Jolie? 

Nope. No way. She doesn’t have a Maltese.  Plus she is not nearly curvy enough.  Whoever plays Marilynn has got to have curves. Real curves. It takes a certain softness to own one of us.  Angelina is a doberman pincher type.

People will go to the movie for the dog anyway.  I know these things.  

The question is, who is going to  play “Maf”?  My Elizabeth would be great.  Ok, she would need a human part.  Is Liz Taylor in this flick?

I love Liz Taylor.

Here is a picture of her Maltese, 

Ok and I just found out that this is “Sugar”.  Her name is SUGAR. I knew I loved Liz Taylor.   Really this is amazing.  I’m Sugar Shell.  My human is Elizabeth.  I would die to meet Sugar.  We have a lot in common. Do you think Sugar acts?  If so SHE could play “Maf”.  Man I am thinking. Have I shown you a picture of my Human? 

She is a great actress. She takes me on set.

5. E.Liz as I like to call her. I think I will run now and think some more on how to fix this casting situation.  Chow!

 

Spartacus

Tony Curtis died and it got my human and thus me thinking about Mortality.