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  1. Remember when?

    October 8, 2012 by admin

    Remember when you were young and your parents got you a dog and you fed them, walked them occasionally and if they didn’t run away then they died after about 14 years?

    I took Bernie and Niu to their new NY vet and after blood and urine tests, poop samples, flea/tick/heartworm pills, glucosamine tabs for Bernie’s joints, bordatella shots, eye drops, I STILL have to brush their damn teeth every day. When Bernie was a puppy I hired a dog psychic to help me figure out why he was eating my furniture. Oh yes I did. Turns out he was just doing what puppies do. I don’t even want to tally the numbers as to what I’ve spent in leash training, bully sticks, harnesses, ill-fitting winter jackets, a t-shirt that read “bitch please”, Nature’s miracle, replacement rugs…should I go on??? Don’t talk to me about how expensive a college education is these days because I would spring for an IVY league education if I thought Bernie was going to get a job and finally walk himself.

    For a peek into the dog’s day care, got to Dog City at MiMA

    Adele, Trudie and Arrow on vacation together

  2. What in the world?

    September 5, 2012 by admin

    Somebody from Zara must be reading my blog because they are obviously just as obsessed with Bernie and Niu Niu as I am.

    Three weeks ago, I bought this blouse.


    Then just today I bought this…


    Crazy. And I know what you’re thinking. That is not Niu, that is a fox. But as we rescued Niu Niu from China, it’s quite possible she IS a fox. Who knows.

    Speaking of dogs, it’s been raining them, and cats, for a few days now and throwing the tennis matches of the US Open off completely. Rain or shine though, every afternoon, the streets of Manhattan empty out as all the NY’ers head out to Flushing Meadows to watch really great tennis.

    Finally, a small break from the rain.


    That reminds me, is it cocktail time yet?

  3. More dog blog

    October 8, 2009 by admin

    So this is weird.  Twice now in the last week we have driven about 30 minutes to be able to be out in the fresh air and among the green landscape to take Bernie out for a run.  Along the way we met this puppy who followed us for some time, playing and chasing Bernie.  Ken captured a picture of him as he was heading back to his, ahem, home.  I believe his “parents” are living here temporarily while they work on a construction project.   It REALLY was beautiful where we were, I swear, but in this picture it looks like a siberian prison for bad puppies.  Of course I have no other pictures of the bamboo tree forest or the marble-lined stone pathway.  oh well, you’ll have to trust me on this, it was beautiful.

    bernie and puppy

  4. Un chien ami pour Bernie

    September 30, 2009 by admin

    Because my poor, sad French is still way better than my Mandarin.

    I don’t want to make Adele or Lucy jealous, but this little black beauty lives across the hall from us.  Her name is Charlotte (sharrrrlote) and she speaks french AND english.  She came over and hung out with Bernie and I for a few hours.



    Someone was sad after she left…