My (Real) Mom

Readers of this site will know that I refer to Cath as “Mama”, which she doesn’t like that much but still that’s what I call her. She wonders why her husband is the “Prince” while she’s Mama. Shouldn’t she be “Princess?”   Well, I can’t really explain it. I guess it’s because I love her so much, just like she’s my mother. Which reminded me that you might like to see my real mom, who is Peaches. Her picture is below.  She’s so cute and she taught me just about everything I know about being a Havanese.  Even though I do miss Peaches, I love my human mom very much. I spend most of every day with her, usually snoozing in my basket or on the floor, doing an occasional mad dash around the office for a little exercise.  We really have a good time together.     

Go and take a look at Peaches’ new and improved website, briarcliffhavanese.com. You can take a look at my Uncle Jack, who’s a big-time champion. He’s brought a lot of honor into our family! 

Out for a Ride!

The Prince and I went over to Grandma’s house today for a visit.  Of course I barked my head off when I got there because I just love going over to Grandma’s house.  We went for a walk and then took Grandma out for ice cream.  Here’s a photo of me in the car.  Ruffles 9-13 011 The Prince snapped this photo of me in the side mirror of the car. You can see the camera at the upper right. 

I just love riding in the car, especially with the window open. Now I know there are those who say that it’s not safe for dogs to stick their head out the window, but I say “Pshaw!” (I think I am channeling the Prince’s grandfather with that quote.) Anyway, I have a pair of goggles that I wear when I’m sticking my head out the window at more than, say, 35 MPH. Anything under that really is not an issue, despite what the behavior police say.  You know, in Cuba they don’t have that kind of nanny state. It’s a different kind of nanny state where if you say the wrong thing they will put you in jail for twenty or thirty years, but they won’t bother you for riding in the car without a seatbelt. (BTW, I heard there is a bill pending in the California legislature that would outlaw having a dog in your lap when you are driving, and THAT is the best example I have ever seen as to why the California legislators should be a part-time and unpaid. REALLY, don’t they have anything better to do than persecute poor dogs like me?)  But I digress.  Ruffles 9-13 004Here’s a photo of Grandma at the ice cream store. Cute!   The Prince is getting better at taking pictures under my tutelage. 

Prime Directive

Bring the pack together!

The Prince was talking about the “Prime Directive” on Star Trek which has something to do with not interfering with cultures on other planets. Mama said George Bush should have studied that doctrine, and the Prince kind of smirked at that. (They don’t really agree on politics, and if the subject ever comes up, I try to divert everyone’s attention with some cute antics.) Anyway, I was thinking about the Prime Directive of a Havanese, and I think that ours is to
Bring the Pack Together“. Whenever one of the pack comes home, I think it’s really important to go tell the others. The Prince came home tonight and was bringing in the garbage cans, so I went off and told Mama and Jane that he was home by barking my head off. I don’t really know why I think that’s so important, but it is!

Coffee

I love coffee. You might think that is strange for a dog. But you have to remember that I am a Havanese. We are from Havana, Cuba, and coffee is a big deal in Cuba. Somehow I got the Prince into the habit of giving me a bit of the coffeelicious foam from the top of his cappuccino every morning. At this point he can’t refuse me because I keep bugging him until he gives it to me. That’s one of the secrets of being an effective canine. Once you get your humans into a positive habit, you have to reinforce all the time. So we have our little morning ritual. The prince makes his cappuccino and I sit patiently by, waiting for him. When he’s done he spoons a bit of the foam into a little heart shaped dish, and I get my morning coffee treat! It’s heaven.

Unfortunately, the Prince sent the espresso machine back to the factory for maintenance yesterday, so it looks like we will be without proper cappuccino foam for a while. He made regular drip coffee this morning and gave me a bit, but it just wasn’t the same.

Kibbles (Ugh!)

Has anyone ever really thought about the cruelty of feeding kibbles to dogs? I’ve heard Mama (aka the Princess) say that they are good for a dog’s digestive system. Hah! You try eating that stuff. It is totally inedible. I don’t notice anyone else in the house eating kibbles!

The Prince does give me little treats on top of my kibbles, which I do love and always eat right away. Considering my optionsThe kibbles I leave until I am so hungry I would eat just about anything.

When I do get around to eating those awful balls of glue mixed with sawdust, I do a “Havanese” thing: I pick up a kibble out of my bowl, and carry it somewhere a few feet away, drop it, sniff it a bit, and then eat it. Not sure why I do that, but I think I learned it from my mother, Peaches. Some day I will write more about dear old Mom. And Aunt Rosie, who I’m said to favor quite a bit.