BARK The Herald Angels Sing . . .

Once again during this Holiday time, we want to wish Everyone . . .

An *Ollie* Jolly Christmas

and

A *Cappy* New Year. 

Wishing everyone joy and happiness in this Holiday Season.  May your days be blessed with love, family and friends.

Here's to a peaceful end to 2012 and to the beginning of a New Year filled with promise.

Cappy, Ollie 
and 

their  loyal Housekeeping Staff,  
Marcy and Tom 

And to all . . . A Good Night.

Merry Christmas

Happy BARKday Siku !

Ollie and I (and Marcy too) wish  you a fabulous, fun-filled 8th BARKday and a long and healthy life filled with fun adventures and many years with 
your loving family and friends. 

Your blogs are so enjoyable to read.  You’re part of the reason that Mom started mine. You are very special to us and we know that your day will be just as fantastic as you are. 

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

*Cappy* Thanksgiving

We hope that everyone has an 
abundance of things to be
thankful for this Thanksgiving.

FINALLY, the turkey was done to perfection.

Ollie was a little annoyed because he wasn't positioned at the head of the table.

There was a little seating shuffle 
and I got the  best seat
 which I fully deserve.

Perfect ending to the day . . .
It appears that we could very well be
experiencing  a *Turkey Hangover*.  
Ollie never even made it to the afghan.

Best wishes from both of us and from our 

Housekeeping Staff, Marcy and Tom,

for a very Happy Thanksgiving.

NOVEMBER BIRTHDAYS

Once again, I want to wish some of my

  favorite people a very Happy Birthday/Barkday.

Ollie - November 1, 2012

Lorenza - November 2, 2012

Jessica - November 3, 2012

Cayden (nephew) - November 7, 2012

Nova (another nephew) who always celebrates his Barkday on Thanksgiving on whatever Thursday it may fall.  My sister, Lauren is a fantastic cook and baker, so he is always guaranteed a great meal and birthday dessert. 

* * *
For his Barkday, Mom and Dad bought Ollie
 a state-of-the-art memory foam doggie bed.
It is actually for him to sleep on upstairs because he doesn't like to sleep on the BIG Bed .

I, of course, had to check it out for myself to ensure that it conformed to MY high standards.

Cappy HOWL-O-Ween

Happy Halloween Everyone !   We hope that you all receive lots of doggie treats and 

(non chocolate) goodies.

No costumes this year - not even those candy corn doggie ponchos.  In her zeal to de-clutter the house, Mom forgot where she put them.

Our front porch is ready . . .

. . . and we'll be waiting to bark a greeting to all  the little ghouls, ghosts, 

witches and goblins.

Our best wishes for a safe and Happy Halloween !

We are sending our doggie thoughts and prayers to all the people and animals affected by 
Hurricane Sandy.

Cappy for President

It's a little late into the Presidential Race, but after much consideration, I have decided to run for President with Ollie as my running mate for 

Vice Nice President.

We have officially thrown our canine collars 
(with ID of course) into the ring.
 

Unlike the other candidates, we will not participate in any  Barkfests  a.k.a. Debates.
Unlike the other candidates, we will promise NOTHING.   
(Not even *CappyCare*)

Like the other candidates, we will DO NOTHING.

We’re the Dream Team and if elected,  we will only be eating, snacking, sleeping and barking our way into your hearts.

Also endorsed by:

The Law Offices of Dewey, Cheatam and Howe

AND

The Silver Sunami Group at the Dolittle and Sitmore Retirement Manor

PLEASE VOTE FOR US ON NOVEMBER 6,  2012.
Thank you.
 

Thankful Thursday

I'm REALLY thankful that I don't look like this anymore.
Yes, it's ME, Little Cappy. 

 Side View:

These pictures were taken sometime in May 2012 before Mom and Dad left for Europe.  

To make a long story short  - I'll spare everyone the details of Mom hyperventilating and foaming at the mouth.

I went to my usual groomer who had always done a fantastic job in the past.

A plausible explanation was never given as to WHY I was shaved, nor was an apology offered.   Mom refused to pay for that abomination of a haircut. She could only assume that the groomer had overbooked and I was passed over 
to a clueless person-in-training.  

  Mom had reassured me me that it didn't matter what I looked like, I was still the same wonderful little Cappy inside.

I had no idea what the fuss was about. 
. . . but I did get some strange looks at the Dog Park.  Some people actually thought I was a 
(BIG) Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix. 

Now THAT really bothered me.

NO MORE TRAVELING !!!

That's it !!!  No more traveling for our pawrents unless we get to accompany them on their trips.

Ollie and I agreed  to do *Guard Duty* to ensure that no more suitcases leave from the second story under our watchful eyes.

 Ollie, the sluggard, disappeared for yet ANOTHER water, potty and snack break.

* * * 

Mom had been in Michigan for ten days to see Lauren and the family.  We lucked out on that one 
because we stayed with Dad.  He's fairly conservative, so there was no rendition of Animal House at our house.

Then we delighted in four days at the Dog House Inn while Mom and Dad went to Southern California for another wedding.*

Canopies were added to the outdoor play areas which Ollie and I enjoyed.  We didn't use the pool facilities -- it was too much like taking a voluntary bath. 

While in Southern California, Mom and Dad continued their search for a new home.
Mom (sadly) cancelled the contract on the 
San Clemente house.
  (It was the only house that she would have left the Morgan Hill house for.)  Unfortunately it had severe structural damages on one side and it was recommended by the home inspector that a construction engineer do a more 
thorough evaluation.

So . . . it's back to the drawing board.

* The wedding was absolutely beautiful and was performed by a mutual friend of the couple. A little research was done   and it was discovered that according to California law, anyone can officiate at a wedding if certain requirements are met.  http://offbeatbride.com/2011/12/how-to-have-a-family-member-or-friend-act-as-your-officiant-legally-in-california

Mom stated that if she had known this information previously,  SHE would have 
married Lauren and Dave.   Ollie and I can't even imagine trying to wrap our heads around that idea.

Da Boyz Are Back In Town

It has been Soooooooo long since I last posted, that I was astonished to discover that my
 blogger format had changed. 
 Mom (eventually) figured it out.

Ollie and have been alive and well. 
I'm currently looking for a more 
conscientious assistant to type my blog.

These past few months have been hectic.  I guess that's what happens when *Life gets in the way.*

Grandma had been in and out of the hospital and her health now has finally stabilized.  Mom had been on auto-pilot to and from the hospital and to seemingly endless office visits for follow-ups with doctors and physical therapists.

and then . . .

Mom and Dad went on a cruise to the Western Mediterranean  (#1 on Dad's *Bucket List*) and spent a few days in Spain when the ship docked in Barcelona
Traveling to Europe was completely out of Mom's 
comfort zone, but somehow she survived the trip without any mishaps.  Hopefully, pictures will be posted soon.

Ollie and I felt as if  we were in the Doggie Foster Care System.  We had been staying with Jessica and also with her friend Jeana. Our Aunt Jeana.  We had the best time living  with her.  She really spoiled us.

We also stayed at the Dog House Inn http://www.thedoghouseinn.com/ and didn't miss Mom and Dad at all.  Well, maybe a little.

and then . . .

After much house-hunting, the pawrents  purchased a house in San Clemente (4 miles from the beach).

A move back to Southern California was # 2 on Dad's *Bucket List*.  They had lived there for 12 years and absolutely loved that area. Mom would love to tell people that they're surfers  (yeah, right) and want to be closer to the ocean, but she knows that she couldn't keep a straight face saying that.

and now . . .

 The *fun* (?) begins.  Our house is for sale in Morgan Hill.  We had an open house today and will have another one tomorrow.  Since we're basically selling it ourselves (with the support of the Help-U-Sell brokers and their staff), we're the lucky (?) ones who have to stay in a completely clutter-free house for 4 hours.

Mom hyperventilates at the mere thought of keeping her things neat and organized.  She is the messiest person we know. She likes her "stuff" out where  it is visible.   ALL her stuff  - books, magazines, crocheting, ironing, mending, coffee cups, soda cans, etc. 
 For the longest time, Ollie and I thought that an ironing board was a piece of furniture.   

Tomorrow should be the real test . . .

Cappy Easter Everyone

We hope that your Easter is filled with an abundance of love and  time spent with family and friends -- and Ollie added, "Lots of food and treats."

Happy Barkday to Casper D. Dog

Happy 10^th Barkday Casper.

Our best wishes for a Barkday that brings you as much happiness and love that you give to everyone.  We hope that this year is filled with wonderful fun adventures and lots of doggie treats.

Mom Is in Michigan Again --- Spending Time with That *Other Man*.

Mom has itchy feet and has been caught in the throes of wanderlust. In January, she, Dad and Jessica had gone to Cabo San Lucas.  A few days later, she was packing again to fly to Michigan to see Lauren and the family.

 It's a lot easier for her to get around than to have Lauren, Dave and Cayden shlepp through an airport with all that baby paraphernalia.

("If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain."  )

That kid needs constant supervision. Imagine what havoc he could raise on an airplane.

On the home front in California, our oil portraits finally have been completed.  Initially, Mom wanted to commission an artist to capture our exquisite faces on canvas. However, it was more conducive to the wallet to have Dad unleash his artistic talents.

So. . . from this:

To this:

To my discerning critical eye, I noticed that Dad's white paint on my fur turned to a cream hue when it dried.  Also, there are fingermarks on the glass.  However, those slight imperfections in no way deter from my dazzling good looks.

AND

From this:

To this:

 FINALLY . . . We got the respect and recognition that 
we deserve.

Thanks a lot Dad - good job.  However, you forgot the picture lights to enhance our faces.

Next project.