Poodle Parlor

The girls went to the Poodle Parlor today for their monthly grooming... They always look soooo pretty when they come home... and Roxy even looks pretty for another couple of weeks or so. Precious, however, lasts a day or two at most. She just cannot keep herself out of the garden mud, digging in the back yard, rolling in the tall grass, and other farm poodle like activities. When they got home today, I decided I'd try to get a picture of them, together no less, while they were BOTH pretty and clean.

Roxy laying down, Precious sitting up... Our groomer, Lisa, always finishes the girls off with little bandannas. They usually start trying to take the bandannas off before they get in the door!
Getting the two of them to sit still in one spot at the same time is near impossible,(which is why I nearly cut Precious' head off in the picture!) but I managed to get a picture or two. I thought I'd share them with you, so you could enjoy clean poodles with me... even though you're not here in French Lique.

PS... I almost forgot! Yesterday Ricky and I went to see "Marley & Me"... it was a sweet dog movie, and if you love animals, I highly recommend it. The funny thing was, we realized we have our own Marley... except she only weighs 7-pounds and her name is Precious... Thank goodness she only weighs 7-pounds. We are blessed!

Christmas Poodles... only in French Lique

Precious does not enjoy being a girlie-girl... she's lived here on the farm all her life... and she considers herself "Daddy's little farm doggie"...

So she got out of that Christmas garb pretty quickly... she had things to do like help pick winter veggies outside! (note her dirty little paws...yep... farm poodle)

Roxy on the other hand...

Prefers the role of "Mama's little house doggie"... and thoroughly enjoys wearing her Christmas collar...

Toy French Poodles... the best farm doggies down here in French Lique!

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho It's Off To Work I Go....

I'm a morning person. It might be because of my grandparents farm. When you spend a lot of time on a farm, you learn to get up early and get moving. Grandpa was always out of the house before daylight... and that was after Grandmother had cooked him a big country breakfast (every single day), and they'd sat together and drank a cup or two of coffee and discussed the day ahead. If you wanted to be a part of the morning with those two, you got up early. So, I'm a morning person.

This week, I've not gotten home until after 8pm two nights in a row. Last night, at a dinner meeting, I literally spent the last hour propped up on my left elbow, and in my right hand - sipping a glass of Merlot. I really don't like working late.

When I got home at almost 8:30pm, Ricky was in his office searching eBay for tractor parts. I walked into his office and said, "stand-up, I need a hug!" (and of course he obeyed.) I miss him when I'm out in the evening. In my world, I like to be home by 5:30 at the very latest.I like to eat supper with my Ricky, relax together watching the news and whatever comes on at 7pm; then snuggle with my poodles while reading the book of the week... turn in about 11pm and snuggle with Ricky. (guess I like the snuggling).

When I'm out of the house until 8 or 8:30pm... it really messes up my life... I'll be having a talk with my little boss today... we won't be doing anymore night work in my world for the rest of 2008. I'm a morning person... how about a breakfast meeting at the farmhouse out here in French Lique. I'll cook!

Update: Friday evening, 10:08 pm - I got into the office about 10:30 this morning (remember, I'm commissioned sales... no appointments - no paycheck - no need to hang out there). Anyway, my little boss came to my "space" and asked how I was doing... I told him, "Well, you've had me out till after 8pm the past two nights... I'm tired!" to which he replied... "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. That's it for 2008 though, okay?"... Guess I told him!! (dream on Dixie) I've got 'em on the run down here in French Lique!