Life is soooo good here in my Ohio home.  It’s fall and the weather is cool and crisp. It’s wonderful for hav tag, keep away games and just “joy” running.  DC, Hot Shot and I play and play (under Daisy’s watchful eye); and then, we stretch out on the porch and watch the world go by.  If any deer or bunnies or squirrels get too close to the fence we run at them and tell the to bug off. One evening we all found a young possum in our yard-the nerve of him!!  Instead of running, he just laid over and died; or, so we thought.  Mom Mag saw us standing around him and made us come inside.  When we went back out he was gone!!!!  He was a faker and not dead at all.  We havs talked it over. The next time a possum tries this trick, we’re getting Daisy.  She hates possums. He won’t be faking being capoot-he will be when she’s through with him.

Mom Mag and I have been showing some.  At the moment I’m not particularly interested.  Well, that’s not quite true.  I’m interested in all the other Havanese showing, and the Pomeranians waiting to show, and the Afghans- and just about any girl dog within 20 feet of me, even those naked ones with the puffy heads. I’m just not interested in Mom Maggi or the judges.

And this my friends may cause me some problems.  Woe is me.

You see, Auntie Ronda and Auntie Karen and even beautiful Amy have mentioned to Mom Maggi that I am a bit spoiled and a bit  ”mommyfied.”  They don’t know I have been listening.  They think I don’t pay enough attention to Mom Maggi since she is ALWAYS with me.  Now just because I sleep with her, sit by her chair when she’s on the computer, scratch on the door until I’m in the bathroom with her, try to help her shower by licking the soap off her, stand with my nose through the gate when she takes compost to the other side of the property, have a car seat in the car and get to go to town with her 75% of the time, and howl at being left at home the other 25% of the time does not mean I am overly dependent.  Don’t I run outside and play with DC and Hot Shot while mom is safely in the house?  Do I go to the basement when she’s doing laundry? NO. I am content to sit at the top of the stairs and wait for her.  But these women are trying to convince her I should go out with a handler.

DO YOU KNOW THAT THE HANDLER MOM IS CONSIDERING WANTS ME TO LIVE AT HER HOUSE FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS????!!!!!! The excuse is I get use to being without mom and learn to care for the handler.  Like that’s going to happen.  I must admit, she seems very nice; but, don’t think the soap licking would go over well at her place.

I was so upset.  DC and Hot Shot sat me down and told me about Havanese Telepathy. It is a scientific doggy fact that we have beautiful, dark expressive oval eyes that lock into our owners minds.  With a little bit of practice, I’ve got it down pat.  This is how it works.

Mom Maggi and I go to bed.  I can tell Mom Maggi is thinking about my future by the way she is saying I’m beautiful and such a nice boy.  While she’s giving me my bedtime tummy rub, I lock my eyes on hers and think these words,”I’m still very young and just wouldn’t understand being sent away.”  I repeat these over and over in my mind and pretty soon Mom Maggi is hugging me very hard and saying, “I’m just not going to worry about a handler yet.”  When she’s giving me my nightly brushing, I lock eyes with her and think over and over, “I would miss you and home sooooo much.”  And I get another hug.

I know it’s working.  You want to know how?  Well, I heard her talking to Auntie Karen the other day and guess what Mom Maggi said???  You got it . “Karen, I think he’s a little young to go out.  He just wouldn’t understand being away from home.  He’d feel abandoned.”   HEE HEE HEE

Now, for some reason, this telepathy does not work on Auntie Ronda or Auntie Karen.  They insist I need to show with someone other than Mom Maggi; so, Mom Maggi says I’m going to be showing with Auntie Ronda most of the time.  I’ve thought about using my telepathy to say”I want to show with my mom” over and over; but, DC and Hot Shot have advised I save my gift for the big stuff.  It won’t be bad.  Mom will brush me and get me all ready for the shows.  She will be there when I’m done.  That’s the important thing.  Daisy told me it’s a good compromise.  She explained that’s when everybody gives in a little.

For the moment I’m still safe and sound in Ohio-with Mom Maggi, Dad Sam, DC, Hot Shot and Daisy.  And here I plan to stay as long as I can.  Mom Maggi says maybe until January.  As she doses off, I think these words over and over” at least not until June, or September or next year.”

Best to all of you.

Eli