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” I was dreaming when I wrote this. So sue me if I go to fast.” – Prince and The Revolution

Puppicasso took a long break from all that predicting, because it was getting way too unpredictable.

But today he turned six years old.

From six months to six years he has been living the adopted life, and from nine months he moved into his Breaking Bad life.  He grew up in the Burbank offices, and early on came to know a fellow named Eddie –

Puppi always has to look over his shoulder….

Little did I know then that this expression was a prediction…

Puppicasso’s first prediction of 2014 was made in 2009, when he sat not so patiently next to Eddie knowing that his mom would be Nominated for one today!

Here’s to hoping that the American Cinema Editors Eddie Awards Ceremony allows Puppis in to enjoy and all the meat they can eat!

Pupp extends his paw up for a paw/fist bump to the other people that gave him belly rubs and fed him while they were trying to cut — Skip Macdonald, Kelley Dixon, and Chris McCaleb!

He thanks Lynne Willingham for lending her Breaking Bad Eddie Award so he could facilitate his long term prediction– five years in the making!

Welcome to the Teens!

Last year was definitely a pre-teen time for Puppicasso and me.  Many new creations, activities, and attitudes were realized — but our offline life got in the way of our blogging life.  And since the world didn’t end, he decided to resume his predictions.  So, the first part of this year will be a cleaning house and catching up on the life of Pupp.

The motto of this year will be, “Always put one paw in front of another, and go forward no matter what.”

One small paw for Pupp…

… one giant leap for Puppi-kind.

We wish you a Happy 2013!  Enjoy this Millennium’s entry into puberty — hormones will rage and change will be the constant!

Puppicasso wishes to extend a special shout out to Neil Armstrong for use of his likeness and spirit… he is missed.

Puppi and the very Icey Day

Puppi was put on a really strict diet. One can of food a day – half in the morning with pills, repeat at night.

No treats.

The combination of diet and steroids has made for one very cranky Puppi.

As I tried to figure out what I had to do to satiate Puppi’s well-being, I was off to the cast and crew screening of a short film I made, Breaking Ice.  Appropriately enough, I had crew gifts made that were mood cups that changed color when cold…

Icey.

Coming back from the rink where the screening was held, I literally stumbled on the cure to his chewiness… Ice Cubes.  (I fell carrying the ice chest that contained them, and ending up using the cubes to ice my shins.)

He used them to teeth as a puppy-Pupp, and now they cooled his anger towards the diet.

Ice is usually thought of as cold and unforgiving, but using it in tiny chunks made Puppi’s life right now more warm and inviting.

Yay Ice!

I don’t know if he has told you lately, but Puppicasso has been very ill lately.

He is on the road to recovery but it is slow going.

He had to give the vet a stool sample, and this is what we thought they meant…

And a stool sample on sale too!

He really is trying to keep a comic look on his illness.  I love that about the Pupp.

As you know Puppicasso is scared of his own farts and the sound of farts in general.

Today he jumped at the start of sprinklers turning on, I guess they sounded like wet farts.

Enough said.

Puppicasso found his red,

PuppiRed

white and blue.

Then he got efficient and found all three in an unlikely source…

Color Trifecta.

Red, White and Band-Aid Blue.

He had a safe and sane holiday, protected from the fireworks. It is such a tough holiday for dogs in general, I am happy he survived through another one.

One year of guaranteed flowering…

That’s what the sign says.

I don’t think he buys it.

July 1, 2012…. Happy Mid Year!

This is exactly the midpoint of this year.  Most of us only make New Year’s Resolutions; or really attend to projects at their beginning point; or only have great starts to their races –

but Puppicasso knows that the hinge of everything lies in survival of getting through the bend of the middle.

To that he asks me, “What’s your mid-year resolution?”  He never waits for my response to any question since he has other needs at present, always at present.

Those needs take us to the outside, and that’s where we see them, the unexpected guests…

ducks in the alley in the Valley.

Puppi surveys the pair of Quacks.

I have seen ducks walking around before, but never in the civilized wild, only in parks or in Memphis at the Peabody Hotel, but never casually strolling.  And indeed never in an alley.

So Puppi and I follow the pair of ducks to the midpoint of the alley, I think they got wind of us, so as not to disturb their unique path, we turned back around and ventured elsewhere for his business, which included the usual mischief of barking at Shadow and finding a compost heap to do a quick face rub in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgM_wycelGw&feature=youtu.be

By the time we got back, the ducks were at the top of the alley again, where we found them the first time.

Maybe they are in purgatory, but more likely they are at their midpoint.  Puppicasso says that I can give myself a break at my midpoint –  I don’t have to meet my New Year’s goal, simply start a Mid-year one.

Thanks Puppi, I needed that do-over.

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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.

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.

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).

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