So the other day I was walking around outside a Wendy's restaurant. Well, "walking" is kinda' a euphemism. Actually I was pulling and tugging on my leash as hard as I could. Hey! I don't know any better. I'm an Obedience School drop-out...
Anyways, so I'm lookin' through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of this Wendy's. And there are people in there! People...eating...big, juicy hamburgers and crunchy, salty french fries.
Yeah, I started begging! Pwease! I'm just a wittle, hungwy puppy! I wove Fwenchy Fwies. Pwease feed me! Pwease!
And then it happened. This nice man grabbed a french fry off his tray and held it out to me. And I went for it!
Ow! Hit my schnoz on the window.
Mommy...it's not funny! Stop laughing! Grrrr.
Hey! How many bichons are writers? Let me tell you, it ain't easy with just four paws and a schnoz to type with. The Bichon Frise Reporter has turned down this adorable white fuzzy journalist's bid to contribute a quarterly column for her fellow 'chons. And why? I'm too homespun. Too rustic. Too country bumpkin for their high-falutin' show bichon clientele. That's why!
Well! This bichon takes violent objection. You may look like a walking, wagging snowdrift but you're a bichon too, mate. You may look like a walking cloud, but you want to dry off in a dirt pile after your bath too. Y'know you do! You want to roll in the snow and make bichon angels. You want to get leftover spaghetti sauce all over your fuzzy mug. And, most of all, you want to bring shitsicles into the house!
We 'chons gotta band together and make our woofs heard! Or are we just gonna stand by and let the humans talk for us while we wag nicely. The woof, I say. We gotta bite 'em in the ass! Boycott their stuck-up magazine! Go on strike. Start a picket line. Let 'em know they can't keep us bichons quiet any longer. We've found our voice and we're gonna be heard!
Are you with me!?! All together now...
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
Hi Everybody! I'm Delly.
My mommy has a blog, so I thinks, why can't I!?! When she's in the shower, that's my time to "hunt and peck" on the computer. Of course, it's kinda' hard with paws, so I use my nose too. I call it
"paws and schnoz."
I'm a mostly bichon frise. Or as Daddy says, a bitchin' frise. I think it's a compliment.
There's enough bichon in me to trigger a jolly good blitz everyday. Woo-hoo! They tell me I've got some poodle and shih tzu in me too.
Now my sister, she was supposedly all poodle. But she's not. She's part dachsund...a doxiepoo. More about her later. Her nickname is "Stupid" so y'know she's a riot.
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!