Studious Vivian

It is now official. Vivian is the brains of this operation. Look at him there all absorbed in his work, showing true resoursfulness and resilliance. God he is so so amazing. My silly little ditties make me feel so petty.........
May your heart be as big as the brains of a very clever Burmese cat.
Omm
I am Tubbs and I am slightly intimidated

My song

I can play piano
I can do a jig
I have got very hairy ears
And umberella feet
May your pain be so picolo
Tubbs

oh the heat

When the heat is beating down and it's knocking on the door of forty degrees
I take myself into a dark corner, smile and dream of smelly cheese
I drape myself in a purple furoshki
and read books by nobakov and listen to Tchaikovsky
I may be small I may be hairy but my taste in culture is impeccable and scary
may peach blossom petals cool your sweaty brows.
Omm
Tubbs

Not the best place

Its that time of year when you crawl our of your hole after fourteen years living in a drab exoskeleton with nothing to entertain you but the slow pulse of future glories no matter how short lived it may be. So thinking a tyre of a car is the best place to celebrate your new found freedom not to mention potential bonk is probably a pretty thicko idea......That's cicadas for you. Big old thickos. We now have resorted to wearing ear plugs when outside as the sound of them calling out for a root is painful on the old ear drums........They are very pretty though and as for myself and Scuppers and Vivian well we like nothing more than a fresh one for afternoon snacks. Preferably if they are still making their zeep zeep noise...HEH HEH HEH
May the heat of summer fill your reservoirs of fecundity.
Tubbs

Janet Long Paddock having a baby girl called Yuki maybe Ethel

Look at me there in the middle of the bush fires last year all dressed in PINK!!!! That is because I knew that my friend Janet Longpaddock would be having a baby GIRL!!!!!!!!
Enough about Kaye ....What about ME Tubbs. It is my Blog after all.
What about all those poor Australians who nearly got hurt on their trip to the Antarctic!
NO WAY!!! Not Aussies!
Who gives a rats flying arse bum about all those frivolous idiots trying to sail their way to freedom when Howard was in power? If only they could all speak English.
Thats right I am Tubbs and I am sarcastic and it is the lowest for of wit but I am VERY short!
Tubbs.............Feck! Kaye is really attractive right now!

new room Happy Birthday Dudley

This is my new study where I ponder the words of the almighty......actually that is a lie. Its not my room. Its just that I wish I had a room like it. I have a room that is almost turquoise and has a mural but its not as grand as this one. I aspire to greatness but life can be a bitter disappointment. But after the rain comes the sun and that's what the colours are all about . This is a picture of the most beautiful room I have ever seen and when I die and go to heaven I will meet all the people I love in that room because it will be the waiting room that I have desired...Heaven is forthose who are loved and love and I hope there is a place for me..Yet more ponderings you have accompanied me upon. You are too kind.
Thunder claps of love may seep into your pores.
Tubbs

LOVE

I love these two people and the bear scrapes in by association. naturally I love my mum the most even though she is demented. She still loves me and tells me so. I am very lucky, Then there are my friends Janet and Janet who bring me sanity and love and more love and my pets. My pets are not lovable like my friends slash family for they are more like parts of or extent ions of myself .....how much do you love your arm?.....good question. So this brings me back to Kath who has one very sexy and talented arm and Johnny who is just like a walking arm but a bit hairy and very handsome.....arm that is. Tony my brother who is dead and Dudley my dad who is dead I loved very much......But is it better to love the living? I wonder......These are my ponderings. Thank you for joining me
May the thunder of happiness and love shatter your foundations eternally
Tubbs

God I am so in love with Amy Winehouse

God I am so in love with Amy Winehouse at the moment that I think I am becoming her. Its really hard getting tattoos when you are a hairy chihuahua but I don't care. Let them try to make me go to rehab. Give me buprenorphine any day..... I love you Amy Winehouse. You are a goddess. And I am Tubbsie. They tried to give me a bath but I saidNOI NOI NOI

Choose the bottm square from the music selection!

I don't understand why there have to be 4 that's right four! bloody buggery music selection windows when I only want 1 that's right one.....

This picture was taken on the way to Rutherglen where they make the best meat pies in Australia's. I know that because that's what it says on the sign outside the shop. We took Venla there because she likes meat pies. She really enjoyed the lemonade. It was fizzy. Not that I got to take part in any of the culinary activities. For I am the banished species who must stay in the car when food is mentioned. She finished the outing off with a lamington which was a resounding success enjoyed by all.

I am the observant Chihuahua.

I am Tubbs

SLUT

I'm thinking of changing the name of this blog to Myrtleford Canine Opium Slut farm. Well at least that's what it's starting to look like. Meet Pinky. She is always very stressed out as you can see. Our little house is over run with animals and I Tubbs is the Queen of them all except for Vivian but he is usually asleep. Christ what a storm we had last night I thought the sky fell in but that's another story about a stupid rittle Chicken. May the sun kiss my little furry arse in gratitude for my petiteness and humility.
Omm
Tubbs

Meet Scuppers

This is Scuppers. He is six months old and is a boy. He was a white fluffy ball of fur when he arrived yesterday but now he is a brown fluffy ball after a run in the muddy paddock but he doesn't seem to mind. We had a blackout due to the massive thunderstorm and the arse fell out of the sky but we are all ok.........Thanks to Scuppers. Saviour of the universe. What a guy!
But i am Tubbs and have a tendency to sarcasm. Forgive me.

Only white people go into houses they know are haunted

It may be spring and the sun may shine so let all the little animals be friends. That's what I think but Pushkin hogs the sun with his massive arse.......But seriously isn't spring grand? I love it .....not Pushkin's arse. I'm not like that......well....maybe I am......so what of it? Whats it to you? ....God could someone shoot Sinead O'Connor? Now, THAT'S an Arse! I think she is like a really bad episode of Scooby doo...minus the happy tablets....May raindrops of gentleness caress your ponderings. I am Vivian.

Yum Yum Yum

Here are my three favourite pixies. There is Bush Piggie Pixie wearing the glasses. She is the best Bush Piggie in the world and can eat chips and gravy even in summer I think. Then there is Venla Pixie in her favourite pom pom hat and hand made orange scarf what Antonella made with a bucket full of Veneto Joy and Love. And then there is BEAR. I have my eye on bear and am biding my time and plotting the bearnap so I can capture him and lock him up in the gilded cage. Fatten him up and stuff him with plum stuffing and gobble him up at Christmas time with sweet ginger sauce and pumpkin tea.

Love Daphne

This is the finest flower in the world. It blossoms at the end of winter just as we are now, and its fragrance is so subtle yet the memories it evokes are full of contemplative horror. Like walking home from school past the house where the piano teacher lives and where the Daphne bloom profusely. On down the incline past the apartments made of sand where the old lady is killing a rat by holding it up in a birdcage and pouring boiling water on it. She stops for a moment as I walk by and smiles and bows. The smell of Daphne fills my nostrils flooding my childish essence with indescribable contentment. I stopped then bowed and greeted a polite hello to her as I continue on my way. As I go she resumes the watery execution. The child I was hoped that the rat experienced a moment of hope before its final merciful breath. Much like the promise spring holds for us before the torment of an arid desiccated summer again. And once more I have said too much for I dream the dreams of a small hairy chihuahua.

Not Us

This book is by Kaye Freeman the famous teen bible author....NOT the Jeddi Basher from Myrtleford.

Just so you know....

Look into my eyes

Look into my eye look into my eyes not around my eyes , into my......That's right it's easy to see who the intelligent one is. Meet my mate Pushkin, he is the brawn and I am the brains. Pushkin often visits for plotting against humanity meeeetings. He is forced to wear a diamontie collar whilst I run free as nature intended(indoors only). I never go to the outside world and that's OK with me. I like plastic bags.

That's me

Vivian

80th birthday

Happpppyyyy Birthdayyy toooo youoooo Happpyyyiii Birthsdayyy toooo youooooo Happppyyy birthdayyyy Venlaaaaaaaah Happpyyyyy Birthdayiiii Tooooo youoooo!!!!
Love from me and Johnny and Tubbs and vivian and eric and bobo and Bob and Dad and Tony and Oldy and Dah and Kath aand Nana and Fred and Aunty Gwen and Mary and Jeff and Betty and Venla and Sian and Johnathan and every one who has ever loved you.xxxxxxxxxx

Dementia

Look at him there. Sleeping without a care in the world. Its not called Burmese Chihuahua for nothing you know! At times it feels like I'm the one doing all the work. That might explain the worried look I've always got on my face. Lately I've been doing my part for the community by visiting old people with dementia. They are almost like normal people but they are old and mental. Not that there is anything wrong with that. In fact I quite like them , they are always pleased to see me and they laugh no matter how many times I tell my polar bear joke. I like the way they dress and its always warm where they live. It makes you realize that life is all about something but it's not about being rich or famous or a wanka. That's Chihuahuanese for ......wanka.

I am Tubbs and may your decrepitude be bountiful with loving people.

Ommm Tubbs

This one is for Venla

There she is flat on her back on the grass and rose petals in the middle of winter. The frost didn't melt till midday but there is moisture in the air so there is great rejoicing throughout the land.......