Those Crazy French
Hi Bob and Family
Guess what, it's me Mom. Isn't the wonder of modern science terrific. Here I am in Norristown, Pennsylvania and pretty much knowing what you are thinking, doing and up to while I am away. You knew that your sister would tell me everything, now didn't you?
Bob, you never knew very much about your almost nephews, Borris and Stewie, so I will tell you now. Boris and Stewie are the fur children of our darling Jenny-Girl and her husband Seth. Once, a very long time ago, while Marvin and Jethro were still alive, your Mom clicked her heels together and ran away to Kansas. While there, I met Jenny-Girl, and adopted her as another daughter. Once that was accomplished the rest was history. Jenny-Girl met your Sister, and guess what? It was as if they were separated at birth. Yes, they are that much alike. Your Sis is surfer-girl, California Blonde, even after all these years, and Jenny-Girl is Half-Philadelphia Italian, but other than that, they like everything the same. No pickles on their burgers, please.
So as years pass, first Sister came to have our Daisy, then Auntie Jenny-Girl gets Boris and then Stewie. Me (Mom) had Marvin, Jethro and then Hannah, all of whom have crossed TRB; then Rusty, Scarlett and finally, you, Bob. Our Baby.
By the way, Auntie and Mr. Seth have two little two legged children named Jack and Ian. Auntie Jenny also has some extremely complicated and often times amusing family members on both her and Uncle Seth's family trees, but then - who are we to talk? This is just another reason why fur children provide unconditional and truly never-ending love, while human families are often outrageous and difficult to communicate with unless one has medical assistance of one kind or another.
Back to Boris and Stewie. TaDa!
Boris is the grumpy looking one on the right side, while Stewie (yes, from Family Guy) is the rather unusual creature on the left. Boris and Stewie are French Bulldogs (Frenchies for short), but one cannot say that either of them are breed standard. Boris was straight off the plane from Russia, and has always been a bit oppinionated. Stewart on the other hand, came out missing a few genes, not to mention teeth and hair. He has a condition called alopeachia (which is probably spelled wrong). It's the same thing our Rusty has on his stomach - no hair.
In addition, anyone who has seen the movie Lilo and Stich, will readily identify and wonder why in the world Stewie is Stewie and not Stich.
So Bob, those are your pseudo-nephews. If Auntie Jenny was your true Aunt, then they would be your true nephews. Baring that, at the present, they are all you have, and they say they can barely wait to meet you in person. They have, however, known to lie.
Love, Mom
Hey mom, its me Bob. I am so confused. Daisy used to write on the blog, then I was writing on the blog and now you are writing on the blog. I don't know how this blog thing works, but I do like talking to you when you are away. I like those silly Frenchies too, but again I am confused. How can a Frenchie be from Russia. Oh mom, I am so confused with out you. Come home soon.
Love
Bob
Darling Bob......... what can I say? Life is confusing, but just remember: Bird By Bird. I'll explain that to you later.
Mom
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Hahahahahaha! So, Stewie and Boris are pseudo-nephews and they can't wait to meet Bob, but they have been known to lie!? Poor Bob is going to be so confused about all this; poor little guy, he still thinks he needs to remind us who he is because he thinks we'll forget. This is tooooo cute!
I'm glad to hear that Mom is doing well and Stewie & Boris are adorable. I just love Frenchies (and, Bob, too).
Hi Miss Vicki and friends!
My life is one big bowl of confusion. Between the relatives that I sort of have, but don't really have, and sometimes have never even met, not to mention having to report the news and all the while make sure our home is safe from snakes, I have a lot to do.
Fortunately my Mom came home yesterday, bringing a nasty case of stomach flu with her, but that meant that all of us, me, Rusty and Scarlett, all got to lay on the couch and watch our favorite show: Untold Stories of the ER!
So, it appears that our lives are whole again. My Mom is recovering from her shoulder surgery and I help her every morning with her therapy. We invented a new, but important step on the road to recovery. My Mom rubs yummy smelling cream on her shoulder every morning, and I lick it all off. By the time I am done, my Mom's muscle is all relaxed and she is ready for the day. What do you think? Do you think they might hire me at the Physcial Therapying Place?
Love and Licks,
Bob
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Hey Bob's mom,
Nice piece today. Cool pups, Love those frenchies!! Hope you are "chillin."
paperboy
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Dearest Bobbalooie!
Sweetheart, your poor Mom has been through hell and back. First there was the shoulder injury and now she has the stomach flu.
You are such a good boy to help her with her shoulder therapy! I'm sure your tongue is very relaxing and I'd certainly give you a good reference to the Physcial Therapeeing Place.
I'm very impressed that you keep the house snake-free, too! You are a true hero in my eyes!
And, Blazer (my little poodle) thinks you are the "bomb"! (whatever that means). I know it's a good thing, though!
Your bowl of confusion should really be a bowl of kibble, but I can understand that it's hard to know who is who and all that. All I know is that picture of Stewie & Boris is so cute, I had to print it out!
Love, Vicki, Blazer & Kimber (kitty)
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Darling Bob-o-linkin,
Honey, don't stress over your Mom's comment, "Bird by Bird". Sometimes Mom's get weirded out and start saying really strange things. My Mom does it every day!
Love, Blazer
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Hi Mom,
This is Vicki Tankersley writing. I just wanted to say that I hope you are doing OK after losing Daisy. I admire you for even wanting to continue this blog, but I'm so glad that you have. I, too, have lost pets and I know it just isn't something you get over very easily. I hope this blog also helps take away some of your pain.
I know I had just found your blog and was trying so hard to start from the beginning (September 2007) so I could get to know Daisy and Bob better. It was the very next day that I received your message that Daisy had passed away only one week before I'd found your site. I was absolutely devastated, but believe me I know as much as I cried, you and your family had to be suffering much more.
I hope it's OK that I brought up this topic, and I promise I won't mention it again, but I felt you needed to know that I miss Daisy, too. And, my heart goes out to you in the most sincere way.
Thank you for continuing this blog. If you don't want to respond to this entry, or even post it, I don't mind. This was just my way of acknowledging your loss.
Vicki Tankersley, Blazer & Kimber
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