Puppicasso Predictions #143

It is official, I have lost the touch.

Maybe my fingerprints rubbed off.

Maybe the glass of technology doesn’t respond to my touch, because I am no longer human.  The sensitivity needed to power my phone has vanished.

I think of this lack of clear communication, and I wonder how Puppicasso deals with technology.  I don’t think an Ipad is paw-sensitive.  His paws lack qwerty skills.  A mouse to him is something that cats eat.

In protest of these human technological requirements he is going very old school – Elizabethan in fact…

Puppicasso sporting his E-collar…           All the rage this season.

In letting his natural sense of style come through today, his counterparts are drawn to his charismatic fashion sense…

Shadow, the neighbor dog, wants Puppi’s latest fashion.

Puppicasso’s technology-free morning is complete, but I am not going to be the one to tell him that his inner microchip always keeps him under technology’s grasp.

 

 

Puppicasso Predictions #142

No.

It is not always negative thing.

No can save Puppicasso from scratching his butt into oblivion.

No can save you from expanding yours waistline.

No just means enough of the same.

No pictures for Puppicasso today… just pills and rest in a cone.  I think I will follow his lead.

 

Puppicasso Predictions #141

Long time no look.  It seems that Puppicasso has been predicting my neglect with taking good care of my balances in life.  Too much work for others, self-neglect, Pupp-neglect.  So without further procrastination, I turn to cleaning up the neglected areas, in doing so I find what Puppi has been trying to show me.

He was not feeling well, so I took him the vet yesterday (see PP #140, that has yet to be written), and now I am on Puppicasso watch for any signs of real trouble.  This worries me so, but in such worrisome moments, I find that it is better to maintain some normalcy — so off for Pupp’s regular, old morning walk.

And here is what he found…

Pennies in the Grass.

Pupp is very proud to find cash.

He has to sniff out the loot to count it.

He found 28 pennies to be exact.  He got the winnings from a natural slot machine and didn’t want to revel in the new found fortune — remember he is constantly seeking balance, in Puppicasso-style.

He found one more thing on the way back home.

Ivory love.

So it seems that Ivory hearts trash cans, and so does Puppi.

And off we go to the next thing, not looking back (well sort of not looking that way).

 

Puppicasso Predictions #62

Puppicasso and I are too sick to blog tonight.

We will check in later — getting some Soup, Robitussin and Vaporub, the trifecta.

zzzzzzzzz

 

Puppicasso Predictions #61

Having a vacation doesn’t mean spending a lot of money.  I am not talking traveling or staycation (I hate that term), but a break… a rest.

It can be as simple as silencing the phone or going to the bathroom (I believe that’s why it is called a room of rest.)

Puppicasso needed a break from being a Valley Dog, and as I had some business in Orange County, I took my Puppi companion along for the ride.

We happened upon a farmer’s market.   Bought some blood oranges and had a tamale there, and that tamale reminded me of my favorite attraction at Disney’s Callifornia Adventure that is no longer…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_ai3T8ylGs    MASECA DOG!

for the full video — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIZNYitBxPk

Puppi and I boarded that train of thought and headed over to Downtown Disney, where we parked for free in 3D!

3D - without the glasses.

And he just had to be green…

"Recycle." - Jiminy Cricket

please…

Oh yeah... That's the way to do it.

And that was it.  A brief lunchtime rest in the land of Disney.

Upon arriving at home, Puppi quickly sacked out…

Puppi=done.

I caught him wearing the tag from his visit to Disney Studios a while back.

Disney Studios says "Be Our Guest."

Maybe Puppicasso is really a Disney Dog after all.

 

 

Puppicasso Predictions #60

Happy Leap Day!

I’ve always had this fascination for a day that only chooses to show up every four years.  I think it has such flair, never wanting to over stay its welcome.  I’ve thought about people born on this day, are almost measured in dog years minus three.

Puppicasso doesn’t equate things in terms of age, but he has imagine if he himself was born on Leap Day, would he have to multiply his age by 11 years?  Oy, he feels old enough already.  Although this day is a celebration to him, of a little more time to play, so I give you Puppicasso-a-leaping.

http://youtu.be/G_4jESA4PRk

With all this celebration in the morning, we were saddened to find out that afternoon that Davy Jones from the Monkees had died suddenly.  Puppicasso and I are with heavy heart, because as we got an extra day, that day became his last.

Puppi dedicates his favorite Monkees song to him:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBlitTE9kLk

 

Puppicasso Predictions #56-57

Puppicasso couldn’t have predicted this.  Even though we all know in the back of our mind when our pets grow old, that we will have to deal with their passing, but it surprises us nonetheless.

This weekend, my 96-year-old Grandma’s dog, her beloved Honey Bear slipped away from her time on the Earth.  Honey Bear was a constant companion to my Grandma, ever since she was a rescue pup when I worked on “Lethal Weapon 4″ in 1998.  Our director on the movie, Richard Donner, is a big advocate of Animal Rescue, and Honey Bear was part of a litter found by one of my Editor’s on the show, Dallas Puett.

My Grandma being my Grandma, calls everything Honey-This and Honey-That, so when this Chow/Shepard ball of fur arrived at her doorstep, she was dubbed, Honey Bear.  She was a big, sweet lovable soul and lived a long doggie-life — now she is free from her physical pain.

Our pets cannot talk to us, they can only care for us, and we can only care for them — no other relationship in our lives can be this pure and free of any ulterior motives.  Puppicasso knows this fact intimately.

RIP Honey Bear… My family holds your love in our heart.

 

Puppicasso Predictions #54

I didn’t realize when Groundhog Day (P.P. #33) occurred Puppicasso was actually predicting that I would get so extremely busy as to let his daily ritual of predicting get away from me.  And I would fail to record his wisdom online on a daily basis.

As with health and hygiene, if certain rituals aren’t executed everyday they can pile up like an extreme case of dirty dishes.  And no one likes that — especially Pupp.

Pupp is armed and ready to scrub.

So get ready and Puppi cleans up my act, and releases P-Predictions #34-53 on the old world wide web!

 

 

Puppicasso Predictions #33

Groundhog Day again and again and again (I know it was yesterday, but it is still going on…)

“Here I go again.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69qfXMZoiwA

They keep repeating the same thing every year… http://www.groundhog.org/

and ignore the foremost predictor of our time…

Behold, Puppxsutawney Pupp.

Puppxsutawney Puppi gazes at his golden shadow.

Everybody loves a winter.

And with that prediction, he bids you adieu!  Puppi, Out!

Yawni, the shadow superstar.

 

Puppicasso Predictions #32

Puppicasso got typecast when he was a puppy Pupp.

Flashback to his first Halloween:

Meatballoween

He played the Tramp from “Lady and the Tramp” in the Haute Dogs Howloween parade in Long Beach, CA.

He's a Pupp, and I love him.

His costume was simple, but he pulled it off with panache…

Tramp Seeks Lady...

 

...to share spaghetti.

 

 

Flashback to the present day, when Puppi’s mom actually got to take a walk outside during her lunch hour at work.

The stroll ended up detouring in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, where I saw–

Toto.

One of the most beloved pup stars of all time, Dorothy’s companion.

It got me to thinking that Toto had been typecast his whole life as a Kansas Spitfire with a heart of gold.  Although I guess, is not such a bad bit of typecasting, like John Wayne was always the hero.  There are worse things you can be than saving-the-day-well-liked-go-to-kid.

Puppicasso however, prides himself on taking his career path to the next level, even if that level is still sniffing the ground.

He refuses to be the “Pupptag Repair Dog” or “Mr. Whippupple” or even always being referred to as “The Tramp” –  despite the fact that he loves the movie, and reminds me often that he helped me write a great live version of the classic story  “Lady and the Tramp Redux” (hint, hint, still shopping it around town, Puppicasso would like to get into the WGA soon, just for health benefits of course)

He just feels adamantly that typecasting is putting him into an unfair classification of skills that only call into his abilities the roles and job labels that he has had in the past.  But with that protest I still try to measure exactly what his skill set is or at least is length in inches…

Pupp Measures...

up and away from the limelight.

I look to see what the result of my cold calculations are on the measurement of a Pupp, and he reveals to me what the P.A. that picked up his lunch takeout wrote on his carton.

"Typecasting doesn't measure talent."

And with that I put my ruler away.