On this day…

This is Sammy here.

Just wanted to take a moment to reflect on what happened 13 yrs ago today.

But first, let me tell you how today started.  So it was about 2 AM and I got this restless feeling.  I started pacing and doing my post-surgery huffing noises.  This got Tempi activated.  She took to walking down the stairs.  This in turn woke up our parents.  They are a bit on the alert when she starts downstairs in the night since we have had more than one instance when her biorythms were thrown off resulting in accidents in the dining room. But in her defense (which I don’t always support) these instances were simply due to the fact that the doors to the outside were closed so she couldn’t get to her normal spots.  Dad was able to get out of bed and try and get her outside in time…which he did…but it wasn’t her that was all farklempt.  It was me!  So after Dad and the Tempest returned to bed I continued my pacing.  Every once in a while I’d lay down for a second or two but then got back to the back and forth.  Finally, after 15 minutes or so, Dad got up again and helped me downstairs and out to the back yard.   But he was missing the point.  When I woke up at 2 AM I looked at the calendar hanging  in our room (thanks NM grandparents!) and realized this was an important anniversary.  But as I said, he (Dad) didn’t catch on but carted me back upstairs after I went outside and did a little biological functioning…if you know what I mean.

So…are you wondering why today is relevant to who I am?

Well it turns out that it was 13 years ago that my parents and MI grandparents took a drive to Dekalb, IL to pick up Ornery (aka Banshee) and Little Boy (aka Sambuca) from our adoptive parents.

So what prompted this addition to their family from 2 cats and the 2 people????

Well it was a picture similar to this:

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But in the original on-line version it was Banshee, myself and our other sister who had just been adopted.  The aforementioned picture prompted our Dad to say: “look out kittens, your life is about to change.”

This was a very prophetic statement.

So, on this date 13 yrs ago, my parents put my grandparents in a car, drove to DeKalb, got introduced to Banshee and me (which included a spastic romp through our foster mother’s house, over my grandparents laps as they sat on the couch and that was just the first lap around the living room!  After my parents (now in shock) signed off on the adoption papers we got into a car where Banshee tried her darnedest to not puke on Mom (who was covered with towels) while I sat on my grandmothers’s lap and used my patented grin to win both of their hearts forever (and I really did try to stop my caterwauling early in the drive)…Dad and Pa just sat in the front seat oblivious to everything as they drove the 90+ minutes to our new home.  It was this time on my Grandmother’s lap that saved me during the skunk episode.

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You should have heard me when I first got in the car… woo eee my bark worked then!

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Interesting aside.  During that first weekend, Banshee had an accident or two on the living room rug…what is it with my sisters (?)…and I got right in her face and told her a thing or two.  That was when I knew I had found my forever home because my Grandpa accurately translated my admonishment:  “Don’t screw it up for us.  We don’t want them to send us away.   Did you not see the great backyard!”

The next morning I wasn’t so sure about the place:

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But then after we escaped that crate, chewed up some things (aka dining room table, banister, a few crates, a fence or two, etc.), romped around the backyard some more, and most importantly got fed TWICE a day (!) I knew I was right and this was the place to live out the rest of our pre-college time…unfortunately Banshee (and then Montana) were fast learners.

It IS great to be alive.

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P.S. – did I mention our great-grandfather (on my maternal father’s side) was also from DeKalb!!!  Certain things are immutable.

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Hashtag : Trouble

Trouble with a Capitol T like Tempi!

I claim it as my Hashtag…whatever that means.  I can’t do the whole thing with my fingers but with four legs I can accomplish the same effect!  So its #TempiTrouble.

So why bring this up now?  Well, my parents left Sam and I alone this weekend with our pet sitters.  Prior to leaving my mom set this up:

In case you can’t see the bag on the counter here is a close up:

I’ll let you read the details if you want but the bag was entitled “The Tempest DISASTER Control Kit.”

Apparently they didn’t think I could behave for two nights without them.

Not sure where they would have gotten that idea.

But since they did I felt it was my duty to oblige:

Did I mention I am allowed out of my crate for part of the day?  This happened a week or so ago and I have been such a good girl.  Everyday when they get home I would welcome them home with a big smile, wag of the tail and an expression of pure pride that I was such a good dog.   My parents would award me with a lot of pets and verbal praise.   I may not have mentioned this either but Sammy and I are separated by one of those darn gates that he is so afraid of.   This is because my parents don’t have faith that I won’t pick on him throughout the day so I am in the dog room and he gets the rest of the house…which is total waste since he doesn’t even want to go upstairs by himself.

Anyhow, when they got home they found these notes:

Here are some close ups:

So now that they are home I can uncross my hashtag paws and relax while I prepare for the Sweet Sixteen.

Did I mention that my parents went to Indy to watch the Michigan basketball team win their first two games in the Big Dance?  This was quite exciting for them but Sammy and I were completely left out of all the drama.

Go Blue!

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PS – you might remember that last time I showed you how Sammy was playing with the hose and spraying water all over the backyard.  He is such the jokester…which reminds me of the Michigan basketball coach who also is a bit of a prankster especially after the airplane accident the team thankfully survived a week or so ago.  Talk about putting things into perspective.

Like Montana always said…it’s great to be alive!

 

Spring Cleaning

The last few weeks my parents have started undertaking a bit of spring cleaning (even though spring technically is still a week or so away).  This included moving the couch – the results are shown in the first clip of the attached video.  Of course, I did my part while Sammy just continued to cause problems for the whole household and forced us to have to invest in a new nozzle for our hose.

The most ridiculous part of this whole exercise is the big winter (yes I said WINTER) storm that hit us over the past few days.  This was quite exciting for me and Sammy (maybe I’ll get the scribe to edit the videos of me frolicking in the snow for  a future blog).  But the fact that snow is being tracked in throughout our house on their boots when they return form our walks is not helping with the whole cleanliness of our house :).

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P.S.  This is Sammy… in case it is not obvious, I was FRAMED with that hose…

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The Ice Princess

Lest you think I have a thing only for logs I find in the backyard, I think the following video will show that I am actually quite diverse in the type of media I work with when expressing myself.

Of course, the seasons do inspire me.  For instance, last summer I found working with pots  and potting soil very rewarding:

Unfortunately, my parents did not let me complete this project…oh the visions I had for this piece!

In winter, I work with what I have at hand.

In Michigan, I turned the Big House into a giant snow globe!

Here is proof that I was involved…took awhile to clean up after all that work:

In New Mexico it was accumulated snow on the ground I worked into the following sculpture:

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I even posed by my completed work for my dad to take this picture.  Good thing he got the photograph when he did since “My Jealousy” (Sammy) came, and despite my best efforts – well I’ll let you watch:

And yesterday, when dad was going over what he taken down during my dictation for yesterday’s blog (and making sure he didn’t mess it up…again) I was outside taking advantage of the recent drop in the temperatures in our neighborhood.

This time Sammy tried to play it cool – like he didn’t care but I could see in his eyes that he was in awe of my persistence at being creative.  This comes through in the last bit of the video where he accepts his role as a subservient peasant while I sit atop my well deserved throne!

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PS:  Sammy here.  This is all I’ve got to say:

Or if you aren’t into the whole brevity thing:

Log Lady

I have been so jacked up over the past few months that Twin Peaks is coming back to a TV near me!  And finally, dad showed me that a date for the first show has been announced:

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I am just hoping my favorite character gets some quality air time  in the new show.  I kind of feel that she was not as prominently featured back  in 1990-91 when Agent Cooper was searching for the murderer of Laura Palmer.  Granted she did get into 12 episodes but that is only 40% of 13 other characters that appeared in 30 shows (thanks IMDb)!!  I am not even going into the lack of speaking lines for her compared to those other trivial characters.

So I have been doing my best to promote her and her important (and totally undervalued) role and apparent idiosyncrasy.

Here I am last November 13th:

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and since those parents of mine weren’t getting the reference the afternoon of the same day:

December 6th on the couch:

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Of course while I was in New Mexico I had multiple opportunities:

December 25th:

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(Yep, I brought that whole pile in myself and stacked it next to the fireplace)

December 26th:

You may also remember my very Twin Peaky work of January 3rd:

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Here I am on the coffee table on January 12th.

Then there was last weekend.

It was unseasonably warm here so we had a fire outside.  Based on this post, you may be thinking my look of consternation is related to the fact that being consumed in that inferno are all my little wooden friends.  This may have been the case if I wasn’t so upset and distracted with the lack of service once again at our outdoor cafe!  What ever happened to eating al fresco?  I mean they set the table so why no food?  I can’t stand being set up like this.  It makes me so angry I could…

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Whoa!  How did the scribe sneak that picture of David Lynch eating a doughnut during my rant!  Doughnuts do tend to catch my attention and it maybe just as well that my rant was cut short since I started getting off topic and if David reads this blog (or any of my readers know him) maybe he’ll understand the need to highlight the Log Lady in the new series!

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PS – if you need a deputy Agent Cooper, I am always on the lookout for bad guys (and not even doughnuts will divert my attention…maybe) !

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Rat Fink

All this time I thought my brother Sammy was another canine like me…he certainly smells like one – but it turns out he is totally a RAT!

How did I come to this realization today you ask?  Well this morning, while mom was in the kitchen emailing a happy birthday to her father (BTW – HAPPY B-DAY Grandfather!) I was in the living room minding my own business.  Sammy checked in on mom and then came back to see what I was up to.  He then ran into the kitchen and kept nudging mom.  She thought he just needed a pet so she gave him a cursory pat on the head and returned to her birthday wishes.  Sammy persisted in trying to gain her attention which finally caused her to determine I was not present – nor had she given us our morning sweet potato and pea stuffed frozen bones.  Sammy nodded his head in my direction and gave one more bark (if what he does is even really a bark – probably more like the ululations of a rat) and trotted into the living room where I was minding my own business:

All I’ve got to say is: “my eyes are on you old man”

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P.S.  If I have not mentioned it already, Grandfather, Happy Birthday!  I ate a pillow just for you :).

The Tempest Trap

Apparently, one of my Sweet Dispositions that my parents are trying to curb is counter surfing.  As it turns out, I am quite adept at getting things off of surfaces above my head.  This attribute has increased as I have grown up…longer legs = longer reach!  And the joke is on them (my parents) since they thought I was full grown when they got me.  HAHAHAHA!

Here is a short clip providing a glimpse into my prowess:

As you may have heard, my scribe tried to get me in trouble but I stayed true to form…Good dog Tempi! (btw – he tried to drown out the sound on that clip but failed miserably).

So to try and “train” me – or curb my enthusiasm – they tried this little ploy:

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They seem to think this “barricade” will prevent me from getting onto their work computers, thrashing their New Yorker daily calendar, etc. etc.   Those fools!  But I mean that in the most complementary sense (they do feed me after all).

You might be asking yourself why do they think some little gate (or three) will stop me?  Well it turns out that Sammy is petrified of the things…something I have yet to figure out since he doesn’t seem at all afraid of ME!?!?!

This fear was passed down from Sammy and Banshee to Montana but it seems to have skipped a generation.  In fact, my grandparents in Michigan have a gate that can be fastened to a eye-hook on the wall leading down to their basement but I have found a way down there despite this obstacle.  As it turns out, I am quite adept at scurrying under such barricades (Sammy thinks this is remarkable given what he calls my fat a$$) .

My parents keep trying to build “The Better Mouse Trap” or in this case a Tempi Trap but I am continually able to figure the puzzles out.  Know why?  I am a clever girl!!!  Go ME!  Despite my cleverness, I have yet to master any of our homework assignments (I prefer shredding the mail).  For some reason, my parents don’t seem worried that I will not go to college early and they seem to be happy that I apply my mental efforts into non-academic efforts including these puzzles.   They always say, keep on track and eventually you’ll graduate but enjoy your time before college.  Gotta say that their acceptance of my ways is one of the reasons I love them both (and Sammy – who also doesn’t seem to be in any rush to graduate…thank goodness!).

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