The beautiful and enigmatic Lily
posted by LuLu @ 12:36 AM
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs (formerly the Bow Wow Blog)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
Friday, June 03, 2005
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs (formerly the Bow Wow Blog)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
About Me
- Name: LuLu
I am a single five-year-old female Beagle, shown here by myself, while my mix-up of a sister sings the praises of mutts on my blog. Well, let her. I have a most intriguing (one might even say lascivious) past, at least according to my autobiography. In a former lifetime I was Queen Elizabeth the Ist of England, and later on (among others) I was Nell Gwynn, Pauline Borghese, Louise Brooks, and eventually just lovable, neurotic, adorable ME. I have a perfectly charming, albeit very annoying, sister named Sadie. She's rarely plagued by conscience, possibly because she's a Sagittarius. To date she has attempted to steal most of my boyfriends, meaning we're quite used to fighting over bones. Sadie and I are the same age, although she's the adopted one. We do have a fair amount of things in common. For example, she was once Mary Queen of Scots, and later on both Barbara Villiers and Marlene Dietrich. Amazingly we get along -- at least when we're before the public~
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22 Comments:
Hi Lulu,
Its me, Lily. Whyn aren't there any pictures of Richlieu and Mabel Normand and Winston Curchill on your Blog?
LuLu responds to her friend Lily:
For starters, Richelieu does not like to be photographed. With him
everything is secets. Mabel would love it, and I doubt Winston would care -- but not one of the above has a guardian who's a professional photographer, like you do. We will have to see what we can do, my dear.
To read more about the antics of LuLu and her friends, please click on "comments" at the end of The Story Thus Far...
LuLu responds to her friend Spencer:
Something tells me you are more aware of what went on between us centuries ago than I am. I think I know you, but I remain unconvinced.
Perchance you'd consider giving me a clue?
By the way, we buried Willie in the woods. I dug the grave -- well, you know how much I like to dig. Then Winston and Richelieu toppled in the poor, lifeless form. (I vow Richelieu enjoyed it!)
Judging from the marks left on the body, both claw and tooth, Winston
is convinced a dog did the dirty deed.
A dog with murder in his heart in this neighborhood?
One of us?
LuLu responds to her friend Lily:
Dear heart,
Willie the weasel will pester you no further. He was brutally murdered the other day, and Winston, Richelieu, and I buried his mangled remains in the woods.
Further, chipmunk Wendy Little has
vanished from the scene, and nobody seems to know her whereabouts.
As for your poem, perhaps it's:
"When daffodils begin to peer, --
With hey! The doxy over the dale, -
Why, then comes in the sweet time of year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale."
I've little desire to talk about blood, however.
Enjoy your spring,Lily Girl.
Lulu,
The plot thickens!!!
Is it okay to run a dog on a bike?
I'm reading some where it's not good for them, but I see everybody doing it.
Thank you LuLu for telling me about the burial of Mr. Weasel. Here is the end of the poem I was thinking of; For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffydills.
LuLu responds to Johanna:
The court (legal not royal) is still out when it comes to exercising a dog while riding on a bicycle. A lot, of course, depends upon the age, health, and breed of the dog. There is always the possibility of a traffic hazard, and you most certainly should NEVER exercise your dog in such a strenuous fashion on very hot days.
I realize I'm reiterating, but talk to your vet. S/he presumably knows your dog, and hopefully will be able to give you sound advice~
LuLu responds to her friend Lily:
The poem you like is "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth, a very famous poet -- British of course; in fact from the Lake District -- who lived in the 19th century, which was well after my time.
I've always loved poetry -- both the reading and the writing -- and I've been trying to catch up on the outpourings of centuries between gnawing on bones and destroying the cats' little toy mice. Considering I'm only nine
months old, it's a good thing I'm such a fast learner. Unhappily, my veterinarian did recently diagnose eyestrain!
As for Willie the weasel, yes, he is dead and buried -- but who killed him? And what has happened to Wendy the chipmunk?
To fall back upon an old cliche, Lily dear, I fear the wheel is about to break on the manure cart.
LuLu, thanks for the info about the poem. I like to read them sometimes, when I am out of Glamour Cavalier magazines and Animal Planet TV Guide. I think that Wendy got scared when her lawyer was bunped off and went into hiding. As well she should! I hope I never see her spoted hide again. And I think I need a pair of those doggles ( pink would be nice- I saw Diane Sawyers Cavlier wearing them in that color on Good Morning America ) for when I am out sunbathing on the lounge chair. I did it for a while today but it got to hot. Love and kisses from your pal Lily
LuLu responds to her friend Lily:
My dear,
At one time I was considered quite a fine poet. You must read "When I was young and fair," by ME. Of course, I now am again. And this time a young and fair beagle.
But speaking of being young and fair, you must be careful not to stay outside too long, Lily Girl. You might suffer heat prostration!
And I think you would look even more your adorable self in pink doggles. You might also take a look at the spring bonnet I found advertised in the Barker&Meowsky online catalog. It's so perfectly feminine, which means it's very you.
As for Wendy Little -- I wonder if she is still alive. I have such strange feelings about this matter, and almost wish for Divine Intervention.
Something is going on with Richelieu the cat. I found him messing with my blog twice today, and after I ripped out a hunk of his hair, then spat his favorite catnip mouse into the toilet (and flushed it), I saw him running down the outside stairway with something in his mouth.
I hope it wasn't Wendy! Granted, I like her not -- but still.....
Hi Karen,
Its me, Lily. Lulu asked me to respond to you. My first human mom was a breeder in Indiana but I am her last Cavalier. Now she breeds Papillions. I am six years old and have never had puppies but I did have a false pregnancy before I was fixed. If you check in the back of "Dog Fancy" or other dog magazines you will find a listing of reputable Cavalier breeders. Also there is a Cavalier rescue. You might also contact the Cavalier King Charles
Spaniel Club of America. Do you like my crate-mate Spencer too?
Bien. What about me, Karen? I, Richelieu! Je suis le chat des chats! Forget the silly beagles and spaniels. They bark, they poop, they chase balls -- but I --
I conspire.
Soon the blog, it will be mine completely. Soon there are Richelieu t-shirts, Richelieu how
to books, Richelieu on cable.
The dogs -- they wag tails and chew bones. PAH!
Lily,
Thank you for writing me back! You are so cute, I think I'd like to start a fan club. You are six? Oh, you look younger! Thank you for your information. I think I would like to get a cavalier, but she would have to look like you. Spencer is your brother? He's cute but I like you best.
or get a dog
or what?
HI Lulu,
Its me,Lily. I'm worried about Sandy. She is leaving wierd messages. Do you think she is Wendy's friend?
LuLu responds to her friend Lily:
We seem to be getting a spate (a tiny spate) of "weird" right now.
For all I know, Sandy IS Wendy.
My guardian tells me that she knows who Sandy is, though, and Sandy gets very silly late at night. I think it has to do with something called Southern Comfort.
Wait a minute. I didn't dis Kenturcky and I'm not an alkie. I'm sober as a governor, darlin'
Sandy! Who Cares!
Lulu,
When do we get to see you and LILY in costumes?
LuLu replies to Karen:
Costumes? You mean like nurses or French maids?
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