It’s that time of year again.

The perfect gift for man's best friend Dingo Goof Balls.
Tristan resting on the couch after working on his blog

Working on my blog takes a lot out of me.

I am sitting on the couch in the living room, all by myself again. Daddy turned on the TV and he’s got Christmas music playing. While, he went into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. What about me is he going to make me breakfast too? I doubt it. Daddy came back in with a fried egg bacon and cheese sandwich. He was nice enough to give me and my brother, little piece of bacon and then let me lick the plate. I think that he should’ve made me my own sandwich.

My Daddy has been watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas music a lot lately. It must be that time of year again. Where is Santa Claus comes to visit all the good little boys and girls but ignores us good little doggies? It’s just not fair. What have I ever done to him? Let’s be to be honest if you tried to come here, I’m sure we would all be there barking at him. Of course, at midnight we’re locked in the bedroom where we sleep. If that jolly old man is quiet, he could get down the chimney and none of us would know it.

All I want for Christmas is some doggie chews, less cats in the house, and my daddy to myself. Is that really too much to ask for? Sure, I realize Mommy would never let me have daddy to myself. But one can always dream, wish, and hope.

My Daddy says Christmas should be all about the birth of the savior Jesus Christ. That we shouldn’t really worry about what we get but what we give. It is a time to be more Christ like in give of ourselves and what we have to those we care about and even to strangers on the street. I give barks to the strangers. I meet on the street. Daddy doesn’t seem to be too happy about that. But that’s all I’ve got to give. Is they came close enough, I’d be happy to give them licks? Most of them don’t come close. Daddy says it’s because of my acting like I wanted to tear them limb from limb when all I want is love. Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

On another subject. Daddy has installed Microsoft dictate on his computer. Daddy says this makes it easier because he can just talk to the computer and it will print what he says. Seems to me. Daddy has to do a lot of correcting of it’s printing. I don’t think it listens very well. I gave it a try and apparently it doesn’t understand dog. If I ever run into Bill Gates, I think I’ll have to bark a piece of my mind at him. What right does he and Microsoft have to totally ignore us dogs? After all dogs are man’s best friend. Doesn’t Bill Gates know anything? If I ever make money off my blog. I’m not about to give him any of it. Of course, if I ever make money off my blog I’m buying doggie treats and toys.

The perfect gift for man's best friend Dingo Goof Balls.

The perfect gift for man’s best friend Dingo Goof Balls.

Back to the subject of Christmas. Tristan recommends Dingo Goof Balls for all of your doggie treats this year. If your dog really is your best friend give him being Dingo Goof Balls they will thank you for it.

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Help get a wheelchair for Tristan.

This is not easy for me. Daddy and I had a long talk about walks, it seems he’s been afraid of taking me on one because they seem to hurt me. It’s true, walks are painful and the last few we’ve gone on daddy has had to carry me home but I miss going on walks with my daddy. Daddy says that he needs to get me a special doggy wheelchair that I can use when playing and on walks so I don’t hurt as much.

The problem is that daddy and mommy just don’t have the money to get me one. You can’t just go to a thrift store and find one like they can for mommy. I guess they have cheap ones on eBay but daddy thinks we should talk with the vet and see what he thinks is best. All this adds up to money he just doesn’t have at this time.

I miss my daily walks with daddy and have asked him to start a go fund me page for me in hopes that we can get the needed funds both for a wheelchair and to cover the vet’s fees. If you are able please visit my go fund me page and help us out.


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Website Review

Tristan working on his blog

I was asked to review a website of the 50 Most Popular Dog Breeds in the World. If possible to add a link to them from my blog.

To start with I cannot understand how anyone could list Bichon Frise number 46 on the list. We should be number one. After all we were best on show at Westminster in 2001. Maybe they’ve got the list backwards and the best dogs are at the end. Even so, we should be the number one the top dog. Then as I read through it has a list of famous owners of Bichons. Can you believe they didn’t even list my daddy, as far as I’m concerned, he should be number one. OK, maybe Emma Watson should be on the list. After all, she is you Hermione in Harry Potter. I’m not one to argue with a smart powerful witch like that. I’m sure she bewitched the people who wrote the blog to get on there.

Other than the points I lasted it is a fairly good list braking us into seven groups; working group, sporting group, non-sporting group, toy group, herding group, hound group, and terrier group.

We Bichon Frise are listed as non-sporting which makes a lot of sense. I have no interest in watching sports on TV or even live games. I do occasionally play with my daddy we love games but that’s not sports, it’s just playing around. Things like fetch, keep away, and fetch are fun but nothing like sitting on the couch with my daddy.


“Cheerful, playful and with a sense of curiosity this breed gets on with everyone – adults, children, other dogs. Your Bichon Frise has a lot of energy but a regular, daily walk is enough to satisfy his exercise requirements.”

  • Cheerful: As my blog said I am a “Just a fun-loving pooch.”
  • Playful; I love to play with my daddy, I think I’ve already barked about that.
  • Curiosity; I love asking my daddy questions and learning new things.
  • Gets on with everyone; This isn’t totally true I do not get along with the evil mailman. That said how could anyone get along with such an evil person one who is just waiting on the chance to kill everyone in the home and take anything he wants.  Then there is the vet and other doctors. As baby the vets felt I should be put down because of my back legs. How can you like or trust someone who wants to kill you? Other than that, I love about everyone. I’m part of a large family with many brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, nieces, and nephews.
  • Energy; yes, I have a lot of it daddy use to take us out for walks everyday that stopped last year I wish he would start again.


“These small dogs respond well to training and will pick up new commands quickly.”

Here the wording is poor it makes it sound like we are the ones that need trained. We are the ones who train our people. I had to train daddy to pick me up, and much more.

Some Bichon Frise fun facts!

The breed originates in the Mediterranean and was a favorite with Italian and Spanish sailors

I’ve never been to the Mediterranean but my daddy lived in Italy for almost two years. I guess that qualifies as Italian though daddy was in the Air Force not the Navy so he’s not a sailor.


You pronounce the name like this: bee-shon free-zay

However, Older versions of Microsoft Word Spell Checker would try to change it to Bacon Fries.

‘Frise’ means ‘curly’ – a reference to the breed’s curly locks!

Yes, my hair would be curly if mommy didn’t cut it off all the time.

They’re nearly hypoallergenic – which means allergy sufferers may have few or no symptoms in their company

Celebrity owners of Bichon Frise

“King Henry III, Sadie Frost, Emma Watson, Ewan McGregor, Martha Stewart, Elvis, Elizabeth Taylor”

I’ve already barked about this.




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Do You Need Honey With Your Butter or Just Plain Butter?

Image of Honey Butter and Butter
Tristan steeling a nap in Tonka's bed

Here I am steeling a nap in Tonka’s bed

My Daddy tells me that when he was little he wanted to be a school teacher. You see, there was a teacher in his life a math teacher in fifth grade that made a difference. The man whose name he can’t remember yet he will never forget him. Over the years. Daddy has taught hundreds of classes computer classes. CPR first aid classes. Classes at church. Emergency preparedness classes, this class and that class and many more classes. About the time Daddy adopted me. He decided to go back to college and finish his degree this time at education to become a teacher. Sadly, his stroke and that.

Daddy once had a friend that said “those who can do those who can’t teach”. Daddy disagrees with that. Daddy feels the best teachers of those who love what they do and wish to share that joy with others. They could do but they choose to teach.

Image of Honey Butter and Butter

Honey Butter or Butter

Daddy says there any good teacher or speaker must butter up the audience for their class. Some teachers feel they must add honey to what they teach something to make it more desirable. The best teachers don’t need the honey. They don’t need to Sweeten it. Because the subject itself is sweet it is love. Knowledge is love and understanding.

That said Daddy has made rolls for dinner and he has put out honey butter and regular butter. Butter for Daddy and Honey Buddy for the members of the family that are visiting that want something sweet. Personally, I feel that daddy puts the same love into his cooking as he does his teaching therefore, there is no need to sweeten anything.

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Here comes Thanksgiving 2017

Tristan working on his blog
The first Thanksgiving

The first Thanksgiving

Here comes Thanksgiving again. It has been along hard year with a lot of bad things going on in the world. The shooting in Las Vegas followed up in California. Acts of terror around the world. The B. S. coming out of Washington and the lame (main) stream media. One wonders if there is anything to be thankful for. My daddy made a short list last week which he sent out to the people he home teaches. I’m going to borrow part of that list. My thoughts are in bold after each of daddy’s points.

Gratitute for all we have

Let’s all give thanks

  1. Life; Life is the greatest gift we have been given each day brings new joys and blessings. I for one am happy to be alive I almost wasn’t they wanted to put me down because of my rear legs.
  2. Free agency; Second to life is the right or freedom to choose our path becoming who and what we please. I chose my daddy even though everyone thought mommy was supposed to be my people.
  3. The Gospel of Jesus Christ and his atoning sacrifice given to all men. Of course, we know that all dogs go to heaven.
  4. America; this great land in which we live. The US Constitution is the greatest governing document ever penned by man. No other land offers or has offered the freedoms, privileges, or opportunities. We might not always agree with our leaders but we are a blessed land. I’ve never been outside of the US but my daddy has. He tells me how much better life is here than anywhere else. I can even tell that by watching or reading the news.
  5. Our family; Dad and I didn’t always get along but he taught me a lot. My parents have passed yet I have my sisters, wife, kids, and grandchildren. My daddy doesn’t always listen to me but he’s a good daddy anyway. I love my family.
  6. Ability to read; Even today here in America 14% of adults can’t read. Not only can I read, I can also write. How else could I maintain my blog.
  7. Food; Each day an estimated 21,000 people starve to death. Almost 1 Billion people go to bed without enough to eat. Daddy and mommy make sure that both my water bowl and my food dish are kept full. Then of course my Aunt Linda gives us loads of treats and tastes of her food all the time.
  8. A bed and home; 78 million Americans are homeless. That number includes 11 million children. I have a great home to live in a bed to sleep in that I share with my parents and siblings. Though we do need a bigger bed.
  9. Cars and Transportation; can you imagine having to walk everywhere? Cars haven’t been around all that long. Just think about what you would be like if you had to walk to work in the Las Vegas summer or the Alaskan winter. Of course, I love walks but it’s too hot on my feet in the summer months here. That said we love going on trips going camping etc. I love car rides.
  10. Air conditioning and heat; Las Vegas is too hot I couldn’t imagine living here without AC. I second that remark Las Vegas is way too hot. I want to move back to the snow.
  11. Clean Water; we take clean and safe drinking water granted, just turn on the tap and out it comes. Much of the world doesn’t have that. Of course, the only good use for water is for drinking. Other than that, it should be outlawed.

This is just a short list there are many more that daddy or I could add. I personally think life is great and we have a lot to be thankful for. Later this week most of my Aunts will be here for Thanksgiving dinner. Daddy plans to make turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, ham, vegetables, stuffing, and green bean casserole. We will all, like the turkey, be stuffed. I for one am looking forward to it as many of you already know if you’ve been reading my blog, daddy is the world’s best cook. One more thing to be thankful for.

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Who scheduled the early wakeup call?

Just Tristan

Early this morning my cousin set off the HBN (Home Barking Network). We had no idea why it was set off but just like the NBN (Neighborhood Barking Network) Once it is set off we must all join in. You humans can relate this to either the Emergency Alert going off on everyone’s TV/smart device or general gossip. For more detail on how useful this system is just watch 101 Dalmatians and see how our British cousins used it when the puppies went missing.

Of course, all this barking woke my daddy up and after letting us all out back to take care of business, daddy got dressed. My thoughts of spending a relaxing day on the couch with my daddy came to a crashing halt when he announced he needed to work in the garage. Half an hour later, when I was about to give up on ever seeing my daddy again, he emerged from the garage to turn on the TV and claim his place beside me on the couch.

However, my relief was short lived when Aunt Linda came out and announced that they needed to leave by 10:30. What, where are the running off to now? Yesterday it was the doctor and a stop at Whole Foods followed later in the day by a trip to pick up oxygen for Aunt Linda with a stop at Red Robin for dinner, where once again no one thought to invite us. At least Aunt Linda brought left overs for us.

The real question is with standard air containing almost 21% oxygen why did the need to drive some place to pick some up? It seems to me like a waste of both time and money, time daddy should have spent with me and money daddy should have spent on me. People are wasteful they need to learn where their priorities should be.

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Daddy’s Workshop

For the last several days daddy has been talking about how once it cools down he needs to clean out the garage, set up mommy’s computer in one corner and convert about half the garage to his work shop. Currently the power wheelchairs are stored in the garage to protect them from the cats. I’ve informed him that he will need to keep the chairs out there so I have a place to sit while watching to insure he doesn’t cut off any fingers. Daddy has a ton of tools including table saws, jigsaws, hand saws and just about everything one needs to cut off body parts. As it is he only has one good hand if he loses any fingers on the other hand he won’t be able to relax by petting me.

My daddy’s and old school computer tech. he loves fixing them and has several ancient computer systems. He likes to try and work on the cars. TRY being the optimum word. Recently he’s gotten braver and made a bed for my sister when she had her pups. Daddy has plans to do a lot of DIY projects starting with a solar hot water heater, a solar oven, and a solar dehydrator. I guess living here in the heat where the sun shines he should find a way to make it useful. If only daddy could find a way to get the sun to help cool the house instead of heating it.

Daddy has also been looking to get some shipping containers He plans to use one for storage, the storage the building next to the house leaks. Long term he wants to turn one into a workshop set up with solar power, there we go with the sun again, to run everything. If he does daddy had better include a place for me to sit. Daddy also wants a small one or better yet a enclosed trailer to store all our camping and emergency supplies. Something he could just hook up and take off with whenever he wants to get away.

I don’t know where daddy plans on putting all these things. We already have four cars, and three trailers granted two of the trailers are small and don’t take up much room but as it is daddy has to keep either two cars or one car and the big trailer parked on the street in front of our house. Maybe if daddy tears down the building on the side of the house he could put everything there. Daddy just doesn’t think ahead.

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Oh, the shame of it all.

I have never been so embarrassed. OK, maybe I have, but that’s beside the point. No one should be forced to be groomed against their will. But that’s what happened to me today. I was sitting on the couch with my aunt, Linda minding my own business. when suddenly I’m swept away and taken back to mom’s room where I am held prisoner while she chopped off all my hair. I’m not going to be able to show my face for days. Maybe even weeks. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I guess I should’ve been expecting it. Moms been going crazy grooming everyone else even my Daddy’s. Don’t expect me to post picture it’s too embarrassing.

Hey, we’ve got winter coming and I’m bald. Not that it really ever gets cold in Vegas. Maybe it’s a good thing I won’t be dealing with snow this winter.

Talking about snow, I miss it. Mommy and daddy keep talking about moving closer to family, what’s taking so long. Daddy says he wants to buy a few acres in Idaho and life off the grid. Sounds like a good idea to me. I just hope the grid we will be living off are good and nothing like grits. Let’s face it I am a meat and potatoes kind of dog. There is nothing in the world like daddy’s grilled steaks. I’ve been to Idaho, it’s green, gets snow and is nowhere near as hot as this place. Sounds heavenly.

On the bright side daddy and I are now cuddling on the couch watching TV.

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Dogs vs. Cats.

Tristan the star of the blog sitting on the couch

Tristan the star of the blog sitting on the couch

Here I am on the couch

Dein, one of my pet cats

Dein, my favorite chew toy


As we all know “All Dogs go to Heaven” However that’s not the case with humans. Humans need help that’s why God created dogs. We are a reflection of God just look at the spelling of both names. I sure feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs as they are on their own. My daddy and mommy go to church constantly while being a dog I don’t have to go. Most weeks daddy and mommy go to church twice a week. On Sunday to the main church and once during the week to a special building.

A couple weeks ago they had a special conference that was broadcasted on TV. They have this twice a year, it’s the only time we dogs receive the word of God. My job is to sit on the couch between daddy and mommy and insure daddy stays awake. I don’t see how daddy stays awake when he’s the other church programs. I might need to start going just to insure he stays awake. I hope my daddy and mommy make it to heaven because it won’t be heaven without them.

This has got me thinking about where cats go. My first thought is that it can’t be heaven if there are cats but then I realized that without cats I’ll be missing out on, Dien, my favorite chew toy. How can it be heaven without my chew toys? This got me thinking the great Albert Einstein came up with the Theory of Relativity. According to Dr. Einstein everything is relative so heaven for me is having cats as chew toys. On the other hand, being my chew toy is cats punishment for being well “cats”. Maybe heaven and hell are both the same place it just depends on your reward or punishment as to what you call it.

I think I might have shared this before but I wanted to share it again just in case.

And God Created Dog and Cat

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to ‘Where do pets come from?’

Adam said, ‘Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked with me every day. Now I do not see you anymore. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me.’ And God said ‘No problem. I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself.’

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and it wagged its tail.

And Adam said, ‘Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.’

And God said, ‘No problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him Dog.’

And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved him. And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that Adam’s guardian angel came to the Lord and said, ‘Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but perhaps too well.’

And the Lord said, ‘No problem. I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration.’

And God created Cat to be a companion to Adam. And Cat would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat’s eyes, he was reminded that he was not the Supreme Being. And Adam learned humility.

And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved. And Dog was happy.

And Cat didn’t care one way or the other.

Haggy sleeping which is about all cats do

Haggy, not caring one way or theother

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Poor Autumn got groomed

Autumn after getting groomed by mommy
Autumn after getting groomed by mommy

Autumn got groomed

We knew it was going to happen momma has been busy cleaning and grooming everything in sight. The other day mommy cornered daddy in the bathroom and took all his hair off. Then she got hold of Autumn, the poor girl. We could hear her screams of terror throughout the house. Worse yet were the cries of pain as mommy tortured her to no end. It must have gone on for hours I did my best to bury my head so I couldn’t hear her cries but nothing I did helped. Bella the Tasmanian Yorkie being Bella attempted to rescue Autumn running in there to howl at mommy but that didn’t help either. At one-point Autumn managed to escape and daddy chased her all around the house before he managed to corner her and take her back to mommy. Finally, mommy was done. Autumn flew from the room and hid herself in shame.

Now comes the terror of waiting because I know I’m next. Though maybe momma will get the nerve to attempt grooming Bella she needs it more than I do. However, Bella is likely to take a finger or two off of anyone who attempts to bath or groom her. Bella is a groom at your own risk kind of dog.

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