I wish I were with you to celebrate it properly but we'll have a paaaaarty next time we meet !

Blythou out.

All my pets (and some of my dolls) have a theme song. It might sound crazy, but not so much coming from someone who pictures inanimate objects wearing Converse sneakers and doing little dances.

Bettie's theme song is "Tiger Feet" from Mud, because when she was a kitten, she had big, floppy tiger feet.

Cleo's was "Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth" from the Dandy Warhols, because Thierry and I used to sing it to her (we had changed the lyrics to "Poupinette is so passé", Poupinette being one of her nicknames) while patting her head and she usually stood there, transfixed.

Armand's theme song is "Jacky", the Marc Almond version, because he's handsome and dumb. It can also be "Sexy Boy" from Air.

Eloise Chihuahua already has a song, it's "Eloise", of course, the Damned version.

Abba has a theme song, even though she isn't my pet and it's "Chihuahua" by DJ Bobo, because Abba needs an energetic song to match her temper !

If an ambulance and two strong male nurses come ring my door soon, I wouldn't be *that* surprises now...
Blythou out.

Besides being crazily in love with chihuahuas (and pugs as well), I love, love, love sphynx cats. You know, hairless kitties that look a little like weird scientific experiments gone wrong.

At lunchtime today, I mentionned to Mr Blythou (who happened to have a day off) that I'd love to own one, someday. That maybe, instead of a chihuahua, I might get a sphynx.

He replied, Amy Winehouse style, "no no no". Since he met Abba, he wants a chihuahua. And besides, he thinks petting a sphynx must feel like petting a piece of meat.

Sometimes, I don't understand Mr Blythou's narrow-mindedness. Esp. when it comes to weird pets.

Blythou out.

Little Abba has left the building with her mom, Tibiloo. Tibiloo had done everything to ease the pain : she's brought me TONS of cool stuff from Thailand (a stuffed piggie, a Badtz-Maru pen & a B-M watch, a little action Stitchie, a phone dangly, a Halloween Dollcena & a Unazakin). Then we drank a couple of vodka while chatting and knitting/crocheting last evening. And we did some shopping at H&M this morning...

But still, I felt all teary-eyed when I said bye-bye to Abba at the station. And Thierry's no better than me. He insisted on taking Abba for her pre-breakfast morning, then while we were finishing our coffee this morning, Tibi & I heard weird noises : it was Thierry purring and being all gooey with the pup-lette !

I walked back all the way from the station (I'd had a sandwich for lunch and needed to burn off some extra calories) and listened twice to Eleanor Put Your Boots On, from Franz Ferdinand. It's one of the most beautiful love songs I've heard in a long time. I'm not a big FF fan, but this song totally changed my opinion about the band. Any guy who can write such a gem deserves my praise. Heck, I'd marry Alex Kapranos on the spot if he'd written it for me (even though I think he's esp. unsexy).

As usual, the song worked its magic on me. I feel ok, now. Little Abba will come back. With Tibi. We'll hang out together, the three of us, many, many more times.

Blythou out.

Dear pets,

Could you, pretty please with chicken on top, stop making my life so hellish ?

I can understand your need to rush around and chase each other while making all sorts of weird noises : you only want to liven up the place while I'm trying to work. But why do you have to dive in the water bowl ? Ok, Armand, your fluffy underpaws make you slide across the floor, but you should be aware of that factor by now. And Abba, yes, I'm talking to you, missy, is it necessary to splash in the water in order to turn my corridor into a disaster zone ?

Then, would it be possible to NOT knock my wastebasket while playing and, in case you inadventently do so, I'd love it if you could try to NOT spread its contents all over the office floor ? While you are at it, my cell phone is NOT a toy. And when I've plugged it, it means I want it recharged, so do NOT unplug it while chasing each other. I know, I know, I repeat myself.

Oh, and lastly, Abba, my sweetie, could you please stop playing with poop ? Why do you insist on chewing on Armand's doo-doo while I feed you nice dog food ? And if you really want to chew on poop, at least, do it when I'm not eating.

If you really want to do all the above, I'll understand. After all, I've declined to buy you a wii (they were sold out, I told you) and I probably don't give you enough pocket money. But if you could do all this on separate days instead of in a couple of hours span, that'd be fine.

Thanks for your attention.

Blythou out.

I do have a problem with pre-teens. Esp. the girls who dress as miniature bimbos and think they're so grown-up and talk about boys and make-up loudly in their cell phone when they should be playing with dolls. People find them charming & cute & marvel at how intelligent & mature they are, even though they can't spell & know far too much about Britney & Paris for their own good.

Yes, I hate them. Those bitches always try to snatch from me the last cool t-shirt on sale.

A couple of days ago, I was walking Abba and this horrid little creature comes up to me, dressed as a cheap hooker with a bare midriff despite the chilly weather (Tibiloo would wisely tell her that it's the best way to catch a gastric flu of some kind). She points at Abba and, oozing obnoxiousness from every pore, asks : "is it a pure breed ?"

Since I have no interest in talking with Britney Hilton from Hookersville, I shrug. She insists, because those little brats are used to people doing things their way. So I look down at her with my bored-est look and say "what about you ? Are you a pure breed ?" and walk away.

Pissed off she was, but I couldn't care less. If she'd said something like "oh, what a cute doggy ! " and then asked "is it a pure breed ?", I might have made an effort, but I've got no patience for brats with money on the brain.

Blythou out.

For her birthday (she's 5 month-old today), Abba's behaved like a grown-up chihuahua girl.

She's had a brand new blue camouflage leash as a gift. And she's taken her bath without flinching ! Now she's dried and she's all wrapped up in a warm towel, sleeping on my lap.

I've told her her mommy thinks of her and read her Tibi's LJ birthday entry (Abba's too young to read). I'm going to miss that little girl when she goes back to Zurich, but we'll have shared special moments !

Blythou out.

To celebrate the upcoming launch of the new TGV train in France, they've set up a photobooth in the station where my mother commutes when she visits me.

I walked her there today with Abba in tow and we were asked to pose for a photo in Ernest the moose's chalet. Why a moose is the mascot for this new train ? I have no idea, but pose for the photo we did.

BTW, Abba has stolen my mother's heart. By the time she left, my mother was asking questions such as : "how many puppies does a chihuahua mum have ?", "how long does a chihuahua live ?". And when Abba took a nap, she wrapped her in a blanket and put her on a cushion so she'd be extra-comfy... Oh, and Tibiloo, if you read this, my mother wants me to tell you you chose the perfect little pup !

Blythou out.

It's one of the cutest photos I've taken in ages. I took Abba along to Lilika's 1st birthday party. Both babies had a wonderful time chasing each other on the floor.

And Sakiko, Lilika's mother, was thrilled to meet the puppy and gave her a couple of presents !

Blythou out.

Sorry if I haven't commented on anyone's LJ recently, but I'm crazily busy right now. Let me sum it up for you :

- Went to an interview + a gig in Rouen yesterday & came back today around noon
- The PR girl who was with me fractured something in her foot & I went to buy her crutches first thing this morning and helped her get on the train, then on a cab. She was in pain and wincing each time her foot merely grazed the ground.
- Arrived home, wrote my article, e-mailed it right away, snacked on an apple and yogurt then took Abba for a walk.
- Cleaned the mess after Armand & Abba engaged in a lovely and smelly game of poop soccer with an old piece of dried-up poop they dug up from the bottom of the litter box. Those two sweeties intend to kill me by using every chemical weapon available to them, I swear.

And instead of writing all this, I should be writing a 6000 word piece and polishing off another one. And go buy a present for the 18th birthday of my editor-in-chief's daughter.

Oh, and BTW, I slept only 3-4 hours last night, because the TV in my hotel room woke me up in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep properly after that.

YAWN

Blythou out.

Did I mention the fact that tiny, cute, adorable, super sweet, playful Abba is a farting machine ? And today, Armand and her improvised a little farting contest in my office ?

They're getting along fine and they love chasing each other around. I suspect they're propelled by their own gaz.

Blythou out.

Tibiloo's left this morning after two days of shopping, dolly-fun (Tibi took care of two of my KBs), drinking & puppy-teaching. She was sad to leave Abba, but I hope she knows her pup-pup will be well loved and cared for while she's away.

I've taken Abba for her first walk on our own. She did her pee-pee twice. We made a little visit to my friend Melissa who works at V2 round the corner. Abba got petted, kissed and admired. Then on our way back, she took a great big poopoo and happily came home to chase Armand who's lazing around.

Bettie's no longer hostile, she's just curious and tries to sniff the newcomer who's stealing her mom's attention.

I'll take photos later. Right now, it's work-work-work... with a puplette on my lap and the two cats playing with the toy Tibi got them around my desk.

Blythou out.

Abba and Tibiloo are here... And it's been love at first sight with Abba ! She's the most adorable pup on Earth.

Of course, Armand and Bettie aren't too thrilled, but Armand's showing interest, esp. when she chases him around. Bettie keeps her distance, but she's interested as well. They've both never seen a doggy in their life, so it's a whole new experience for them.

Thierry and I are totally smitten. Abba's been licking our faces, cuddling on our lap, done everything she could to make sure we'll be forever fans of the chihuahua breed.

Some day, I'll have a chi of my own. But for the time being, I'm super happy to be the surrogate mom for a couple of weeks !

Blythou out.

Next week, we're welcoming a tiny guest at Rude Manor. Tibiloo's pup-pup, Abba, is staying with us for three weeks... And, honestly...

I'M COMPLETELY THRILLED ABOUT IT !

I've never had a puppy in my life. I've been forever dreaming of having a chihuahua but I've realised I'm a bit busy right now to properly take care of a doggie, so having a "temporary" doggie is the next best thing for me.

And I swear I'll bite the head off of anyone who makes a derogatory comment about Abba while I walk her. Don't mess with a proud pup auntie, guys !<-- said in Dirty Harry's voice.

Blythou out.