If you could talk, which human would you sound like?

Mommy and I were talking the other day and she asked me, "Who do your friends sound like? I can imagine their voices when I read their blogs, but since you've met so many of them maybe you could give me an idea..."

Hmmm, I thought about this long and hard. Here's what I came up with — feel free to agree or disagree.

Mommy's always thought that if I could talk....

I'd sound like a young Michael J. Fox. 

Asta is a such a big hearted sweetpie, with that little lisp when she blogs, and her unassuming appeal to the boys...
Of course she'd sound like Drew Barrymore! And look - they even both like to wear daisies in their hair.
Little Lorenza loves her pretty dresses and always looks so gorgeous...

...She'd probably sound a lot like Penelope Cruz, who also loves pretty dresses.

Brother and sister Archie and Agatha? Why they'd sound like another pair of famous siblings...
Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal.  Notice how Maggie always looks sleek and sexy and Jake, a bit sleepy and scruffy...like he could faint at a moment's notice....

Speaking of Maggie, what about Maggie and Mitch? 
They'd banter back and forth like Katie Couric and Matt Lauer!

Mango the magnificient, producer of enormous quantities of suds with those massive flapping jowls...
...he'd sound just like Boston's finest...Norm (NORM!) from Cheers! Also a suds-man. 

...which of course would mean that Dexter would sound a lot like sweet, loveable,

...and occasionally dopey Woody from Cheers!
Tough-talking Joe Stains, the little guy with the rough demeanor, street smarts, and a heart of gold, with a penchant for long-legged blondes....

...he's have to sound like wise guy Joe Pesci...

Fun-loving, goofy Tanner, on the other hand...

Is our canine version of Austin Powers, right? Oh behave baby!
Big handsome Stanley, with his muscular chest and leading man good looks...

Must sound a lot like the often-shirtless, fun-loving and scruffy Matthew McConnaughey - alright, alright, alright!

Girl Girl, our tiny hammie friend around the world...

Might just sound like the adorable Ziyi Zhang...

Now, our two sexy gentlemen in France would have those sexy accents...

Tom is English-born and bred, so he might sound like...
...the devilishly handsome and heart-stopping Clive Owen...
While Sen-Chan, a true Frenchman, would be purring sweet nothings...

like the sexy French film star Alain Delon....

My bestest pal Eric, well, he's kind of a shy guy with a warm wit and a self-deprecating manner that makes the American girls go a bit weak in the knees...

...so he might sound like under-the-radar sex symbol Ben Chaplin. Look at those big brown eyes and shaggy brows - I think they may have been littermates!

Ahh, now Lacie! Who could make herself heard over the whirl of a dozen blenders?...

...Rachel Ray! And look at those smiles - they're identical!!!

Finally, what would Jackson sound like? He's English, suave, sophisticated. Has that twinkle in his eye, warm manner and a martini dry wit. A guy from a scrappy background who turned himself into an international idol.

Male dogs want to be like him. Female dogs want to be with him.... 

...He must sound like Cary Grant! A legend, now and forever....

Okay, so how did I do? Did I get any exactly or really miss the mark? Sorry if I couldn't get all my friends in (plenty of time for more evaluation!)

Now speaking of Jackson, I have an idea....

We all know the power of prayers and of positive thinking. So here's my idea. Every night, when we go for our last walk before we go to sleep, let's look up at the big sky over our heads and send a big dose of healing energies to Jackson. Imagine, all day he'll be getting our warm rays of healing love. And for those of us in the same time zones - wow! 

Lots of love to all my fuzzy faced friends (and their humans, too.)

Edited because - DUH! - Tom's an English lad in France!

Jackson really needs our prayers

Just came from Jackson's blog and our pal really needs all of our attention, prayers, positive energy and dogma going his way in huge, overwhelming waves of love and support.  Please send some to the Js as well, as we can't even imagine how scary this must be for them.

Jackson, you're my pal, my mentor, and my hero. I love you, you big fuzzface.

Petey

Mica Monday - just a bit delayed....

Sorry for the delay in what I find to be the most stimulating post of the week: Mica Monday!

Petey has been kind of a computer hog, lately, what with all his dates on The Bow-chelor.  But more about that later...

First I want to thank my handsome, suave, sophisticated Aby brother in France —Sen-Chan—and his loyal dog champion Tom for this, my very FIRST award! Sure, we've received some very nice awards for the blog, but this one is just for me and it is very special indeed. I love it!

I would like to pass it along to my newest cat friend MoMo. I'd also like to give this award to Jackson. Now I know he's a wire fox terrier, but anyone who knows Jackson knows he is one COOL CAT!

Now, I'd like to introduce you all to someone very special. After Betty went to the bridge, her Mom was so sad not to hear the clicky-clatter of little terrier toes on the parquet that she went and found herself this 4-month old short-legged Jack Russell puppy...

BIANCA!!!

Now that licorice nose and those melting brown eyes can warm even the heart of this old tomcat. Isn't she the cutest thing? And look at the color brown around her eye and ear - I think she may have some Abysinnian in her....

Here's what her Mom had to say about her:

"She is currently studying basic Mandarin and Urdu and should gain proficiency by December. She twirls batons in her spare time, makes a mean Jello and spends her free hours under cover for the CIA investigating the break up of Patch and Kayla on Days of Our Lives."

That's one busy pup! 

Now, I was nosing around the bed last night, looking for a cool corner to sleep, and I found this dog-earred volume under Petey's blanket. 

More investigation revealed this... He'd actually made notes in the margins!

Of course, I think this is the book he should really be spending the most time studying!

The poor little fella was kind of distraught. "Mica," he said, "I've been on three great dates now and had a wonderful time with each of these beautiful ladies, but how do I know if they like me?"

"Well," I said, polishing my whiskers, "Have they dropped off any bacon brownies because 'they just happened to be in the neighborhood and remembered how much you like bacon?'"

"No," he replied a bit wistfully.

"Has the phone rung, then when you pick it up, you hear just a hint of distant giggling before it's disconnected?"

"No, not once."

"Have you seen them walking past our house 'accidentally on purpose?' Notice any pee-mails on your walks?"

"Nope, not a one." The poor little guy let out a huge sigh and flopped over on his side.

"Buck up, old boy," I said, "these are modern girls you're dating. They've all been to Obedience School, read The Rules, watched The View...

"Wait just a minute!" I thought, "I know exactly who can coach Petey! Why, in no time, he'll have these ladies eating out of his paw!!!"  And with that, I placed a very important phone call to:

He still has a few more dates to go on before the Final Rose Ceremony. We'll see if his luck doesn't improve now!

The Bow-chelor: Doggy Style - Episode 3

My third date was with that fluffy adorable Lhasa Apso Abby!

She's a fellow New Yorker like me (though she lives upstate) so I had a surprise or two in store for this little girl. 

After picking her up at Penn Station, we stayed right on 34th Street and headed to the ferry dock. I told her we were going on a scenic cruise around Manhattan. She seemed a bit disappointed but soon her ears were perked up and her tail wagging again.

I guess she thought we might have been going on a fancier boat...

We passed by that gorgeous lady of the harbor, the Statue of Liberty. 

There were still a few fireworks going off since July 4th. We have a really big display in New York - it goes on for the entire month of July!

Then we made our way up the East River and stopped at another ferry wharf. Suddenly Abby started barking excitedly! "Yankee Stadium, next stop?" she asked. "That's right!" I said. That's when she noticed that the ferry boat we were on was named The Yankee Clipper, after a famous Yankee Loving Joe...

No, not that Yankee Loving Joe...Joe DiMaggio.

Abby was a wriggling mess by the time the Cathedral came into view. This is the last season at Yankee Stadium after all. We were both quite emotional.

I handed our tickets to her. You'll notice there are three tickets. You're never going to guess who we were sitting with!!!

It was a beautiful day. A perfect day for a baseball game. Abby and I held paws as we walked to our seats behind the Yankees dugout.

Abby couldn't believe who we were sitting with! And in Alex Rodriguez's seats!

Doesn't Abby look cool in her groovy purple sunglasses and her Yankees' cap? Madge (she told us to call her that!) wanted to know where she'd bought them. (She also wanted to know who does my haircolor. I told her I was a natural blonde.)

I summoned the beer guy and bought drinks for the ladies...

It's just not a ballgame without an icy cold brew and some peanuts, right? 

My stomach was still a touch queasy from the pizza (NOT the Pawtinis, Dewey!) so I just let the ladies split the sausage with onions and peppers. Boy, for a skinny girl, Madge sure does know her way around a sausage! She kept referring to it as a "banger" with that funny quasi-English accent of hers and knowing her past reputation, I was afraid things might get too racy for Abby. She is a rather sweet young doggie, after all.

I noticed A-Rod kept looking for someone in the grandstands...who could it be?

Ends up it was Abby!!!! He refers to her as A-DOG and claims she's his soulmate!!!! She's been taking him to Kaballhaso classes (they're kinda like obedience school classes). 

 You should have seen his reaction when he finally spotted her in the stands! 

Needless to say, there were hecklers there from Boston who held up photos of Abby to distract A-Rod whenever he came up to bat. (She's one cute platinum blonde, isn't she?)

In the fourth inning, I caught this fly ball! It's in perfect condition, except for a few teethmarks.
During the 7th Inning Stretch, we stopped at the souvenir stand and picked this up for Joey.

And this patch for Tanner to sew on his cape.
It was a perfect evening—we even won the game!!! They picked Abby and I out of our seats and carried us around the field. Then they put us down and let us write our names in the outfield. History in the making...

Right on cue, the blimp flew over the stadium and spelled out:

"Abby, will you accept this rose?"

She looked around, but A-Rod had already headed towards the locker room, so I had to explain that it was from me.  Now to wait for reply...

Postscript: I'm home now, watching The Wizard of Oz on television which despite the scary spots is the BEST movie ever! You know why?
Because Toto was a Cairn Terrier from Kansas, just like me (only about 10 pounds lighter and gray!). I'm petitioning MGM to change the name to "Toto Saves the Day!"