The Lucy Adventures

Famiglia Italiana

2011-10-12T01:12:00.000-07:00

Giancarlo loves me.

I would have blogged sooner but I’ve had my head stuck out of a car window for quite some time now. Have you tried that? Oh, the smells! Pizza! Vespa engines! The sea air! I highly recommend it.

Speaking of Vespas... I went on my first ride the other day. I sat between my humans. It's better than a car window - it’s all window! We rode from Rimini to Riccione. Rimini feels a bit like Santa Monica and Riccione, Beverly Hills. But, more...you know, Italian.

I love Italians. They are the King and Queens of hanging out. Everywhere we look Italians are smoking their cigarettes (this is not an endorsement, just an observation), drinking their cocktails, eating their awesome food, entire families riding their bicycles, Vespas, motorbikes and mostly just... hanging out. Old men gather around and play cards or just sit on a bench and passionately debate the news of the day. Groups of women walk for hours together, Couples kiss in public with no shyness (my humans being one of these couples), kids and teens, are just... chillin.. everywhere. It’s a happy place. OH, and did I mention - NO SNOW ANYWHERE! (see previous post regarding our last Christmas visit). Bravo Sole!

A thought crossed my mind the other day. All of this amazing food, (or as Mamma calls it “Carbohydrates”) and I have seen very few obese doggies. I think it’s because they eat more good food, as oppose to fast food, and it seems that everywhere I look there’s ... movement. Dogs walking, everywhere (when they are not on Vespas, bicycles or motorbikes.) Humans get their move on as well. In one day I saw a soccer practice, ultimate Frisbee and a roller skating dance rehearsal. Every time we visit family here - we have to walk up several flights of stairs. (Who am I kidding, Mamma carries me half the time.) Still, there’s movement opportunities all around us, they sneak up on you when you’re not looking.

Back to the food. We dined at my favorite restaurant, Lurido, where our money is no good, I am invited into the cucina and they continually bring us food, explaining fervently that we will love it and not taking, per favorite, basta, piena! (please stop, I’m full!) for an answer. Good, because I don’t get full. I’m a dog.

We drove to Rome from Rimini. Three or so hours in the car. More head-out-of-the-window-time for me. We stopped at Staffolo, as we do every year, to visit my dear pal, Giancarlo and his lovely wife, Adrienne. They own La Ciminiera Country House in Staffolo (i’ve mentioned them before too.) Giancarlo has many stories about Papa’s dad, Marco. Papa’s parents owned The Grand Hotel where Fellini often stayed. Oh, and Mamma understands so much more Italian now! She's able to participate, within reason, in conversations. Slow and broken, but, still, she speaks and the Italian humans seem to like it.

We’ve been dealing with a lot of famiglia issues. Change. Not everyone enjoys change. I guess I don’t blame them. Change can be ... uncomfortable, annoying and downright painful. But lots of folks appreciate the outcome of change. We want to get somewhere... but, in order to get somewhere, we have to go through some things, Si? Of course Si. We can’t get anywhere if we just stay put. It’s that movement thing again. Movement, change... keeps the wheels on our life from getting rusty.

But what do I know? I’m just a dog.

Ciao for now,

The Lucy

The Lucy's First Audition!

2011-06-30T19:34:00.000-07:00

I had my first audition this week! Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly green in the biz. I’ve appeared on the cover of “Lucky Dog” magazine, I shot a reality show about diamond dog collars and I was in a French documentary. (They love me in France.) But, this was my first audition.

It was all going just great until I realized that the casting person also invited other canines to this audition!

Mamma explained to me that this is how it works. The casting person invites many “potentials” and then a group of people later decide who wins the part. Okay, that’s all well in good but shouldn’t I get a treat just for being here? Mamma doesn’t hand out treats willy nilly so I often look to the kindness of strangers. No such luck. The lady with the Jack Russell had treats, but they were just for her canine. The Great Danes could have eaten the furniture as a treat if they wanted to. But, they didn’t. I saw a few fellow mutts and I growled when they got near Mamma, ‘cause that’s what I do. I am a people person, what can I say?

Next, we went into a room and a nice human asked Mamma questions. Mamma did all the talking, as usual, while I sat on my tush in her lap. Human’s get a real kick out of my tush sitting. They never laugh when they do it. Anyway, It was a very relaxing experience, I almost fell asleep.

On the ride home Mamma kept telling me how proud she was of me and how good I was. I just looked at her, smiled and promptly went down for a nap. I have no idea what I did that was so good, I didn’t do much of anything at all. And I could have because I've got mad skills! I am an awesome digger, an excellent stuffed monkey chaser, a master belly rub receiver, yet I didn’t have a chance to show any of that off! Oh well, Mamma seemed pleased and anytime I get to spend the day with someone I love - well, that’s a darn good day, treats or no treats.

As far as show biz goes... I don’t know yet. I could try out for The Voice - I can howl at the moon like nobody’s business. Or maybe So You Think You Can Dance? I do this incredible twirly move when I’m about to get fed. The judges would eat it up!
Or maybe law school. I’m weighing my options.

As for now, Master Belly Rub Receiver suits me just fine.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Finito!

2010-12-27T02:33:00.000-08:00

Italia has been a whirlwind of activity. A lot of “have tos” as oppose to “want tos” but we still managed to make some awesome memories together.

Mamma is actually going to study the language before her next visit so she can go beyond the slow, broken communications and I’m going to hop a plane to Hawaii the next time they even consider taking me anywhere cold again!

Even though we had loads of shlepping, bad weather and stressful family business dealings to contend with, we spent time together and we had the love of our Italiano Familigia as well. I am a pretty big fan of togetherness. Plus, my kooky humans always kept things amusing. You can witness said amusement by these video clips.

(Maybe I should consider getting Mamma professional help.)

I hope your holidays were full of belly rubs and biscotti!
See you soon.

Ciao for now,

The Lucy

Una Settimana (Week One)

2010-12-17T04:19:00.000-08:00

Si, si, i know i promised that I would start my dog-blog right upon arrival, but, it’s been pretty hectic what with familiga and business meetings, getting settled and figuring it all out. lots o traveling within traveling can leave one with a dizzy-Miss-Lizzy type of feeling. Kind of like “Inception” - but awake.

Night one in Bologna was Fantisco! Zia and Zio (Aunt and Uncle) were so happy to see us. They popped open some champagne in honor of my folks union, since this is the first time they’ve seen us since my humans eloped!

Zia brings out appetizers with thin, fresh slivers of white truffle. From the sound of things - my humans enjoyed this muchly. Then Zia gave Mamma a beautiful gift. She presented the gift in rapid speed Italian (Mamma had no chance) so Papa’ played the interpreter role he has
perfected as of late. Zia’s story goes something like this,

“When I was young, in my 20’s, the first time I made good money, I was so proud of myself that I immediately ran out and bought something I loved. And this is it. I believe it brought me luck and now, it will bring you luck.”

Then she handed Mamma a blue, velvet jewelry box. In it, sat a beautiful, sailor knotted, solid gold chain. (Sailing being a passionate pastime that Zia and Zio share with Mamma and Papa’.) Zia added a diamond incrusted “A” to the end of the chain to assure that the good luck will come to Mamma now. It was a touching moment, the kind that humans have on occasion that I always find rather rewarding. The receiving of this gift was followed by happy sounds and hugs all around. The necklace now sits heavily with significance around Mamma’s neck. A good start to what would prove to be a somewhat challenging first week in Italy.

First off, I don’t know why everyone keeps going on and on about the food here. The food tastes the same here as anywhere else. Dry, crunchy, little cubes called kibble. Cane Cheebo (Dog Food) same everywhere. Big whoop. Although, when Mamma wasn’t looking, Zia did slip me some tasty cheese and I may have been offered a Biscotti here and there. Those were damn good moments.
We have been doing a lot of walking but not of the sightseeing, strolling variety. More like the having to quickly get somewhere and stay warm type of walking. We haven’t done anything that would be listed on a “tourist” agenda. Since we are not actually tourists. Mamma and me tag along to business meetings regarding family stuff and we do enjoy family visits while Mamma works hard to learn the language. She’s not bad for someone whose study plan is “absorbing.” Fast talkers leave her head spinning but those who take their time, Piano (slowly) manage to have a semblance of a conversation with her.

Mama has her eye on a type of jacket everyone is wearing here. The jackets are shiny, in different colors and much coveted by Mamma. She will often randomly call out “jiacca brillante - in rosa o blue o nero” (shinny jacket in red or blue or black!) I believe she is trying to implant this suggestion in Papa’s head ever-so-subtlety.

The house we are staying in is one of the best parts of this trip so far. It is perfetto! A lovely rustico (rustic) on a horse ranch. The cucina (kitchen) is downstairs, which is a good 20 degrees colder than upstairs. As soon as you walk up the wooden staircase and find yourself on the second floor, the bellissimo (very beautiful) living area invites us to cuddle up in it’s comfy divano (sofa) or sedie (chairs).
The camera de letto (bedroom) is a comfortable room with a view of the snow covered ranch. The piccolo bagno (small bathroom) is a place Mamma seems to enjoy, since I have found her in the tub, thawing out, more than once. The casetta (small house) has everything we could possibly need.

We are the guests of the owner of the ranch, friends of the family. What did I tell you about friends? They certainly do come in handy, don’t they?

And what of me? Fa fredo! (it’s cold!).
I have to pee in the snow.
I am not a freakin Alaskan Malamute.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Friendship, Friendship, It’s Just the Perfect Blendship

2010-11-30T11:15:00.000-08:00

Last year in Venice (Italy, not Beach)

I leave for Italy in 12 days!

I’m taking the humans with me but the cat stays put.

Ah, Italia! That’s where this whole Dog-Bloggin’ began. It’s also where Papa’ asked Mamma to marry him, which is my favorite post to date (“Under the Lamppost”)

Papa' & me @ an Auntie Joselle & Uncle Dan Party

Much has happened since my last post. I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism. Now I have to take 2 pills a day for the rest of my days. Ah, it's no biggie, really. Mamma puts the pills in a treat, she's convinced that I think I am a really good dog so I get two, consistent treats a day - forever, no matter what. No dog is that good. Although I have heard of some humans offering up treats constantly to their canines like Jewish/Italian mothers giving food as an extension of their love. “Eat, Eat!” Come to think of it, since I am being raised by a Jew and an Italian - how come I’m not the size of a Newfoundland by now? Hmmm, stereotypes, they just don’t always live up to the hype.

Erb & Me

Roy & Me

Zoe & Me

Auntie Joselle & Me

My humans made great, new pals this past year. (And still, of course, have kept their beautiful, awesome pals of yesteryear!) But It's exciting to know that it's never too late to make new soul-connections. They bonded with an entire group of amazingly talented, funny, smart, dog-friendly (or at least Lucy-friendly) folks.

I happily discovered that Auntie Joselle thinks I'm swell. Maybe it’s the pink cardigan and sparkly rhinestones Mamma dressed me in before our first meeting. Maybe it’s my impeccable manners, my wavy blond locks or my soulful eyes... it could be my incredible storytelling skills...whatever the case, she thinks I’m nice enough to be invited to her wonderful parties, which pleases me to no end. This way, I have gotten to know a whole slew of new humans, all of which are uniquely groovy. (Yes, I know that I sometimes sound a lot like my Mamma with my word choices, but hey, the apple and the tree and all of that.)

Carrie & Me

Aunt Trixie & Mamma

Scary but Sweet Uncle Dan w/Mamma

We watched a great documentary the other night called “Dogs Decoded.” Now, although I do think it’s admirable that humans are working so hard to figure us dogs out, the next time they make a documentary about us, I think a canine should direct it. The tone would have been a tad more real and there would have been more squirrel-chasing action scenes. Anyhow, I digress...the documentary showed that dogs, throughout the years have come to develop a special relationship and “language” if you will, with humans. It’s something no other animal has yet to do with humans. Not even the chimp! Oh, and you’ve heard the one about dogs being good for your health, right? Petting a dog actually raises your oxytocin levels which is similar to serotonins & endorphins which make you feel calm and happy. Well, it turns out that us dogs also have our own oxytocin levels raised when you pet us! So, that there would be one of those win-win situations. Which brings me back to my point (yes, I have one) that people who need dogs and dogs who need people... are the luckiest people/dogs in the world. In other words, friendship, of any kind. Is pretty freakin’ awesome.

A few days ago one of our friends had a major heart attack. Scary stuff. He survived it, thank goodness, and what was to follow brought tears to this pup’s eyes. A mass amount of friends immediately turned up to support this family. Not only offering, “If there’s anything I can do,” but actually showing up and finding things to do! People just stepped up to help. Because that’s what people do. Humans actually want to uplift their fellow humans. Humans befriend strangers and turn the ones that click with them, into family.

Groovy Humans & Me

It looks to me like friendship is the family you get to make yourself. I've witnessed that friendship can be endlessly entertaining, it provides copious amounts of laughter and in the tough times, friendship assures you that will not have to go through it...any of it... alone.

Arthur

Bottom line, humans are pretty damn incredible. I mean, seriously, do you think any dogs are actually reading this?

Ciao for Now,
The Lucy

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Andiamo in Barca! (Let's go Sailing!)

2010-07-07T12:57:00.000-07:00

Apparently, one of my humans promised her friends that I was going to blog about our latest sailing adventure. She shook me out of my blogging hiatus by bribing me with a new squeaky toy. It’s an adorable, yellow squeaky duck.

I could never resist a duck.

Four nights and five days in the Channel Island! We chartered a 36 foot Juneau. Mamma packed the galley (kitchen/cucina) with fresh foods for her fancy meals, Papa’ made sure we all had foul weather gear (June-gloom was in full force) and then...happy sails to us!

Well...not exactly, you see, when humans charter a boat, dogs are not necessarily welcomed aboard with open arms. Some folks think that my kind is dirty and a nuisance. Of course, I don’t take this personally, because to know me is to love me. Anyhow, it’s always a tad stressful for my humans when sneaking me on the boat. This time they hid me in my carrier, covered the carrier with blankets and put me in a wheel barrow and rolled me quickly from the car to the boat. Some folks were hanging around and I was squeaking up a storm! So, Mamma and Papa’, not wanting anyone to hear me, started speaking very loudly in Italian in order to drown me out. I find the Italian language fascinating, so, it actually silences me for a bit. They kept me in my carrier until we were out of the Oxnard harbor. Before I knew it, I was in my life-vest and on deck with my humans, happy to be back at sea! This is my 4th time sailing and no, I do not get sea sick. Sea sickness is for puppies. I’m a damn good sailor.

Mamma learned a lot about sailing on this trip. Plus, she was at the helm when we had nine foot swells and 30 knots of wind! I was securely stuffed in my carrier during these moments - and I didn’t squeak at all this time. I was so happy to be safe in that thing, and I think I saw Mamma look over with envy at one very topsy turvy moment, I think she was fantasizing about having a cozy carrier she could sneak herself into.

My favorite bits:

The Dingy!
I love it when Papa’ inflates that mini boat just so they can paddle me ashore to do my business.

Santa Barbara!
We walked around town when we spent one night in the Santa Barbara marina. We went to an outdoor fish place and I tried to eat the ankles of all passer-buyers. Fun times.

Santa Cruz Island!

A nice, elderly couple gave us the hot tip about Fry's Cove in the Santa Cruz Island. It was our own, private island for a night. Only one boat can fit in this spot, and it was ours. Pretty cool.

Bed!
Comfy bow cabin. I like human beds. Anywhere.

Movies!
Being the movie buff that I am, I love it when we anchor at night and cuddle up to watch a movie on the flat screen. On the movie menu for this trip, Vanilla Sky and Practical Magic.

On Deck!
It was cold most of the time - but the view was awesome.

Air Swimming!

I have this thing I do, if I think my paws are going to touch water, I begin paddling in the air.

(Video below.)

The thing about sailing is...it’s spiritual. I mean, it’s all about going with the flow, riding with the wind and everyone doing their part on the journey so it all goes smoothly. When the motor is off and it’s just the sails flapping in the breeze, it’s a kind of calm I’ve never known. Plus, it’s fun! Being a dog, I know a thing or two about fun. Playtime is right up there with food and water. It’s not extra - it’s a major part of a dog’s life, and the smart humans - they get that too.

I heard Mamma and Papa’ planning a one month sailing trip for some time in the future. As long as we’re all together, I’m a happy pup.

It was a wonderful adventure and I really look forward to the day we have our own boat so the humans don’t have to sneak me in on a wheel barrow.

Ciao for now,

The Lucy

La Mia Famiglia!

2010-02-16T11:27:00.000-08:00

I hear humans going on and on about the importance of family. I hear it from Dr. Phil on the TV mostly. But, since I'm such an observant pooch, I also see it with my very own eyes, from my very own familglia.

Mamma visits my grandpeeps every week. She usually takes me with her, so I know, first hand, about all the love in the room. First, we are greeted with a list of things that needs to be done. Both grandma and grandpa come at her with requests as soon as she is through the front door. Mamma doesn't always feel like it, but, nonetheless, she quickly begins changing light bulbs, fixing computers, getting paper out of the jammed printer, storing phone numbers into the phone & rebooting the cable. Then she settles down for some instant Israeli coffee while I find my little, red toy ball and begin to play my endless game of fetch. But my ears are open all the while and I take it all in.

Apparently, it was my grandma's 80th birthday on February 10th. The same day as my Mamma's bday. Yep, she was born on her mamma's birthday. Neat, huh? Cousin Nurit had a huge party at her house for them. Friends who feel like family, therefore are family, were there as well as a zillion cousins. Cousins a generation a part met for the very first time. (I chose to stay home for fear of being trampled on by large feet or eaten by the big dogs.) But, I heard the stories, saw the photos and read Mamma's speech, which I am posting below. Music was provided by mamma's talented pal, Melisa, laughter was provided by the big, white dog, who decided to walk in front of their photo right when the timer went off! Even though I was not at the party, the feeling they came back with was contagious. The feeling of being so full of appreciation and love for having people in your life you are connected to. Family.

Be grateful for your family. Even if you don't feel like fixing the computer for the hundredth time, be thankful that you have parents to fix things for.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Mamma's speech: ("Eema" means "Mom" in Hebrew)

For eema, on her 80th birthday,

Where to begin when writing a tribute such as this?
i suppose i could keep it simple and tell you that you are the best mother the universe could ever have invented.
or , i could be poetic and compare yee to a summers day.
(said in Israeli accent) or , i could be comedic and do my impression of you - to remind everybody how funny you are and you don’t even know it.
i could talk about how you how cute i think it is that you always call a prescription a subscription.

how when i was a kid and a friend called me at home, i was never at rehearsal, i was at reversal - and how tuesday will always be thursday to you, no matter how many times dad and i tell you that tuesday follows monday.

with all of your quirks and kookiness, or maybe because of all of your quirks and kookiness- you are a gift and a joy to all who have ever had the good fortune to have met you.

i admire your courage , your strength, your will to survive no matter what life throws at you - and it threw quite a lot.

in fact, you’re so powerful, you even willed me to be born on your birthday!
that’s quite a woman.
eemila sheelie - (mother of mine) i have never met another human being - anything like you.
thank you for being born. happy birthday. i love you.

annie

It's Just Stuff, For the Love of Dog!

2010-01-24T13:32:00.000-08:00

It rained, hailed and even tornadoed (is that a word? Well, it is now) in Southern California this past week. As an L.A. native I can tell you first hand that this sort of weather makes us all go a little batty with our TV barking at us (yes, I wrote ‘barking’) "STORM WATCH 2010!” But, this time, it wasn’t blown out of proportion.

According to the L.A. times, (yes, I read the paper. Online. I’m allergic to newspaper ink. It runs in the family.) In Southern California, police were forced to shut down a section of the busy U.S. Route 101 after rains of more than an inch per hour flooded the streets around San Pedro. In Burbank, two passengers were hospitalized after lightning struck two Southwest Airlines planes as they landed.

We had major flooding in some places, so much so that the emergency teams asked people to evacuate. In fact, they had to keep asking.

Police officers made door to door visits asking people to evacuate. Still, 1/2 the folks said no, they wouldn’t go! I know all of this because Mamma had the TV on and she was talking to the TV as she often does, asking the people on the screen, “Why? Why not go?”

I agree with Mamma and not because she feeds me. Well, not just because she feeds me. I remember once when Mamma was leaving the house, I so desperately wanted to go with her, so I grabbed my favorite toy and ran across the room with it. She said, “Leave that here. Drop it.” So...I thought, how important is this toy? I mean, yes, it squeaks divinely and has the faint smell of green grass and dirt. In other words, it’s perfect. But, if it’s a choice between spending the day with my human or hanging out with my squeaky toy - the human will win. Every time.

I hope the humans who refused to leave didn’t do it because of their stuff. I hope it’s not because they are so attached to their stuff that they couldn’t handle the thought of losing their stuff. I mean, why would the emergency teams ask them to leave if they didn’t think it was potentially dangerous to stay? Did they think the firefighters were gonna ransack their homes and steal their stuff? Last time I checked, firefighters were the good guys. They recently went to great measures to save one of my kind. Pretty cool.

Stuff can be replaced. Your life, your dog, your cat, your monkey's lives...not so easily replaced. In fact, I’ll bet that some of these folks might even have a bunch of stuff that they've forgotten about and wouldn’t even miss. Stuff, stuff, stuff. Clouding some folks minds.

Safety first, I say.

It's not like they're gonna stop making squeaky toys anytime soon.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

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Making With the Comedy

2009-12-27T12:11:00.000-08:00

I’m hilarious. At least, I think I am because humans take one look at me and laugh. Not always. Sometimes they make the Ahhhhhhhh sound. But, often, they laugh. I don’t mind because it would appear that you all enjoy the act of laughing,

So, I’m glad I can be of assistance in that area. Besides, you are laughing with me not at me.

I think.

Mamma has a comedy bit she enjoys so much she will even perform it when there’s no audience around to appreciate her cleverness. Sometimes, when she picks me up too quickly, or I’m sleeping and rather not be disturbed, I make a little growling sound. I don’t mean much by it, it’s instinct. I’m a street dog, after all, I had to take care of myself and the growling came in handy on a few occasions when I found myself in creepy, dark alleys in the middle of the night. Anyway, when I do this growl to Mamma she likes to remind me who’s boss. So, she will say, Who’s the Boss? Then she speaks in the voice she uses when she’s imitating me and she responds with, Tony Danza. This bit of hers makes her go into hysterics for what feels like an eternity. Which amuses me because she finds it hilarious each and every time she does it (which is often) even though she knows the punch-line since she wrote it and she’s the one performing it! Unless we can chalk this up to her sometimes faulty memory. Whatever the reason, it works. Whatever works.

I remember reading an article Mamma wrote (I’ve decided that I might as well learn how to read if I’m going to be a writer) about being healthy. One of the ways was through laughter. Apparently, laughter is good for you. Well, that’s swell since it’s also very enjoyable.

So, whether you make with the comedy or just enjoy watching those who make with the comedy... have a good laugh.

Adopt a dog.

Apparently, we are hysterical.

Ciao for now,

The Lucy

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Lookin' Back

2009-12-15T18:26:00.000-08:00

Hiya. Sorry I haven’t written much lately. I’ve been super busy barking at the gardeners, squeaking my squeaky toys and ignoring the cat. Then there’s all of that napping I had to tend to. And did I mention the cookies? So many cookies, so little time. If you’ve been keeping up with my humans then you know that they have been on quite a ride this year! Lucky for me, they had the good sense to take me along the entire way. In between naps, I learned a lot about life. At least the way my humans do life.

As a rule, I prefer to keep my gaze strictly on the here and now with an occasional glance towards the future, but, for the purpose of sharing what I’ve learned, I’m going to have a little looksie back and reflect, for a moment, on 2009. Before we all took off for our great European adventure, before the engagement in Italy, the Italiano familiga, the elopement and the honeymoon... there was regular, day to day ...life. I would get a good nights sleep on my human’s bed until one of them would gently push me off due to my incredibly loud snoring. Then, I would spend the rest of the evening in one of my mini beds, the kind they make for dogs, (which is what they keep telling me I am.) Come morning, I’d wake up my humans with some face licking, have some breakfast, the same thing every day, but for some reason I am SO excited each time they pour that food into my bowl! Then I go out to do my ‘business’, then back in the house for more squeaky toy action.

My humans would come and go throughout the day, auditions, meetings and the like. Sometimes I would come with them and we’d all sit at an outdoor cafe where I would watch them as they typed on their computers and eat fabulous smelling food, rarely offering me a crumb. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, I remember my youth, wandering the streets of downtown Los Angeles, eating out of trash bins...so this is definitely the good life, even if they wont share their human food. I digress.... my point is, even before the plane rides and all of the major life changing events that took place this year - even our day to day lives seemed...darn good. Mamma and Papa seemed....happy. Sure, things were a little tight this year. They explained to me that we were going to have to cut back on our Petco visits. Something about the economy. I don’t know much about this sort of thing. I have little use for money since I have no pockets. Mamma sold many of her things and most of my clothes at her friend, Amy’s garage sale. (It’s okay though, my wardrobe was looking very 2008.) Back to the happy thing. Why are they so happy? They’ve struggled, like many this year. They had to readjust, reexamine, cut back on all sorts of things and look for work in a non-stop fashion, yet... they always had one thing in abundance. Love. Ah yes, Amore! Love for one another, each and every day. Love for me, for certain. Love for their family, love for old friends and love for new friends. In fact, at our first Hanumas party the other night, the house was overflowing with so much love and laughter, I found it necessary to leave the room and hide under the bed. (Give me a break, I’m all of nine pounds. You’re all a bunch of freakin’ giants!) The thing is, I’ve learned that there are many ways to be rich in this world and my humans seem to have figured out the most essential way. Not that I think this is an either/or sort of thing. But maybe it’s important to have moments in life where what you do have is so magnified that you will be unable to ever take it for granted.

I am certain that my humans will create abundance in all areas of their lives and I wish the same for all my human friends and for your canine companions. Ah, heck, it’s the holidays - I wish the best for all you felines as well.
This love thing is getting out of hand.
Love each other.
Appreciate what you have.
There’s more to follow.
Happy Holidays.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Real Love by John Lennon

My Parents Got Hitched!

2009-10-02T13:28:00.001-07:00

Hiya. It's me, The Lucy. I know you haven't heard much from me since we've been back from our great Italy/Ukraine adventure, but, I really haven't had that much to say. Until now. If you are a facebook friend of either of my humans, then you already know that they eloped on a sailboat and then we all sailed to Catalina for their honeymoon. You've probably seen the pictures too. But, I have some inside scoop. Sometimes, when I'm pretending to take a nap (I even fake-snore, I know you've heard rumors that I snore like a drunken sailor. All rumors grossly exaggerated.) Anyhow, I overhear things. I heard mama tell her friend why she loves papa. I have a photographic memory - so, here is what she said, verbatim. It makes my little heart go pitter-patter. Enjoy! Ciao for now, The Lucy

The first time I had noticed, we were in the fish aisle of Trader Joes. He got a big smile on his face, beaming, he picked up the sashimi grade ahi tuna and proclaimed, "Look! It's shaped like a heart!" I found this to be much more endearing than the time that lady in Echo Park saw a vision of the Virgin Mary in a slice of pepperoni pizza. But I do often wonder if that pizza tasted any differently. The finding-the-heart-thing would happen time and time again, we would be taking a stroll and he'd stop mid-step, point to the sky and excitedly say, "Look! That Cloud! It's shaped like a heart!" It could happen anytime, with just about anything - puddles, sunflowers, river rocks, Christmas cookies, ice cubes. You name it, if it had a shape at all to it at all, and as far as I know, everything has a shape to it, Peter would see the shape, eventually, at least once, in the shape of a heart. He never seemed to feel self conscious about his discoveries. Quite the contrary. He was as proud as Columbus each and every time. He was as joyful as a six year old boy on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, he is as pleased as punch with each heart shaped discovery. He doesn't think he's silly. Which I love most of all. Because neither do I. In fact, I think it makes total sense. I would imagine, if you had a heart as big as he does, that it could very well multiply inside of you and maybe even spill over on occasion. All of that excess heart has to go somewhere, doesn't it?

Home!

2009-08-08T21:39:00.000-07:00

I have been remiss. It’s been two weeks and I never bothered to wrap up this travel blog! I could blame it on jet lag, but, truth be told - I’m fine. I’m well fed, well traveled and well napped. I just, kinda, sorta...forgot. Oops.

The trip was grand! With the exception of that little problem in the Ukraine airport when I almost wasn’t able to leave the country due to not having the correct paperwork (at least that’s what we think the people at the airport were yelling about.) In any case, after quite some time, we finally got approved and my humans politely cut through lines as the loud speaker called for us to quickly report to the airplane....the three of us ran across the airport, made it on the plane and ...eventually...made it back home.
Home. I love home.
I licked the ground when we landed at LAX. Then again, I lick the ground wherever we go. It’s delicious. Here’s our trip in a nutshell...

My first airplane ride.
Meet the famiglia.
Rain.
Sun.
Gondola in Venice.
Alberto in Rome.
Sunflowers.
Il Treno.
Wrapping things up.
Ford Fiesta.
Mamma gets sick, then better.
Drama.
Comedy.
Engagement!!!!
Sailing Sicily.
The Ukraine.
Papa works.
Mamma tans.
Dolphins.
HOME.

My squeaky toys! My BED! Grandpa, the cat! Yeah, I know he's a cat, still, I kinda missed him. What can I say, I am a very modern dog.
This trip was a great adventure!
But, so is a ride in the car with my head sticking out of the window. And, that will do just fine, for awhile.

Thanks for joining me on this journey of mine. I promise to pick it up again when the next exciting event should take place in my life.
Until then... have fun, be happy and give your dog a lot of love.
And a cookie.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

More Dolphins!

2009-07-21T23:58:00.000-07:00

Yalta, Ukraine - 10:00am, Wednesday.

My humans swam with dolphins yesterday!
We seem to have a big dolphin thing surrounding us. An entire fleet (is that right? Fleet? Herd? I dunno) of dolphins swam with us last year when we sailed to Catalina (See Video below.)
Then, in Sicily (a few posts back) a pair of dolphins played alongside our boat. The name of the company of the director we met with in Rome is called “Delfino” (Italian for dolphin.) One of the best meals we (they) had in Sicily, was at a restaurant called, yep, you got it - “Delfino!”
Mamma swam with them in the Bahamas a couple of years ago, and a year before that a psychic told her that she should swim with dolphins.

All this dolphin stuff was getting me a bit perturbed. I mean, they’re cute and all, but have you had a look at me? I’m freakin’ adorable! And portable! Try fitting a dolphin into an airline approved travel bag!

Anyway, I found this dolphin info on the web...

The dolphin is a symbol of joy, of being able to ‘go with the flow’ of life, free from worry. It is significant that they are mammals that live in water because water and the oceans are symbolic of our deeper emotions and the cosmic ocean of life. Dolphins play, leap, twist and turn in these waters, and so as a symbol they represent the ability for us to release limitations, and then accept and enjoy our deeper spiritual nature. Dolphins do not dwell on the meaning of life, they simply live life to the full as a part of the cosmic dance.

Alright, so I guess the dolphin is pretty cool. For a mammal.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Fun Things to Do in Kiev, Urkaine.

2009-07-18T08:52:00.000-07:00

Apparently there are many fun and interesting things to do in Kiev, Ukraine.

Fun and Interesting things to do in Kiev, Ukraine.

But, we are not doing them.

Instead we are working out at the hotel gym, taking saunas, hitting the jacuzzi and eating. Papa is working on the commercial on some days too. (see photo of him in character in his nifty, green suit.)

Oh, and I started working on my novel, Woofin' it. A small dog in a big humans world.

Monday we leave for Yalta. Also in the Ukraine. We are going to go in the black sea and maybe even swim with dolphins!
That would be cool.
Anyway, we are together & we are happy wherever we are. And that's the bottom line, isn't it?
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Wine and the Mafia.

2009-07-16T02:55:00.000-07:00

We sailed Sicily! Well, some of it, at least. I have discovered that the sea makes me sleepy. I find it lulling. Mamma said the same is true for her. She had a waterbed as a child and is not sure if it was having a waterbed that made her dream of boats or if dreaming of boats made her want to get a waterbed. We both drifted off to sleep during the choppy parts. I don't know if that makes us good sailors as much as good sleepers.

The weather was perfetto! Sunny and windy, we’ve never seen water so blue! On our first day out at sea a pair of dolphins (see video below) played beside our boat! We also saw a huge sea turtle and went swimming with the jellyfish. We stopped in... Palermo, the capital of Sicily, San Vito Lo Capo, north western coast of Sicily. It’s an ancient village known for white, sandy beaches and a turquoise sea. And awesome couscous! No, my humans didn’t give me any, this is just an assumption based on all of the pleasure sounds they made after taking a bite.
Then we sailed to the Island of Favignana, famous for tuna. Nope, didn’t get any of that either.
Last stop was Marsala, which is most known for Mafia and Wine. We enjoyed a few bottles of white with two lovely gentlemen, Franky “The Weasel” & Napotano “Crazy eyes.”

Then it was time to say Arrivederci Italia and Pryvit to the Ukraine!

Never thought much about the Ukraine. I think the same goes for Mamma because she keeps calling it Russia.

Highlights, according to Mamma - cool architecture, smooth vodka and watching “Harry and the Hendersons” dubbed in Russian (or Ukrainian.)

Highlights, according to Papa’ - he shoots a commercial where he plays a cool, slick, mob guy. He gets to wear a super cool green suit!

Highlights according to Me - A huge bed with a cozy comforter.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Schlepping.

2009-07-11T07:42:00.000-07:00

Schlepping (yiddish for carrying a bunch of stuff and oy! it’s such a pain in the tuchas!)

I had my humans carry my stuff again. They really are quite accommodating. Both of them schlepped several bags on and off trains, cabs, planes and finally, onto the sailboat today. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, I managed to, within two seconds upon our arrival in Sicily, walk in a vat of gum, getting gum stuck deep in all four paws. Mamma spent much time digging it out. But, in all truth, I think she welcomed the distraction from the insanely-scary-a-seat belt-alone-may-not-save-you-in-case-of-a-crash-god-forbid-cab-ride. So, it all worked out.

Mamma and Papa’ seem pretty pooped. I, on the other hand, spent my day resting comfortably in my lovely bag, surrounded by my favorite toys, enjoying a gentle buzz from a dropper full of Bach Remedy. Right, they wish. I cried on the plane and even let out a bark or two. They should have given me more of that stuff. What do you want from me? It's a bag. I'm claustrophobic. It's probably a past life fear thing. Maybe I'll see someone about it upon my return to the States.

In any case, we arrived and we are about to begin the Sailing Sicily portion of our
adventure!

I have my life-jacket on, my paws are gum free, I'm out of that God-forsaken bag and I am ready to set sail.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Filthy. In a Good Way.

2009-07-09T04:49:00.000-07:00

When we first arrived in Rimini we went to the famous fish restaurant Ristorante Da Tonino il Lurido which translates to Restaurant at Tonio’s, the Filthy.

I vaguely remember our first visit because myself and my humans were in a haze of jet lag (see video below.) But, I do remember that the food would not stop coming! No matter how much we pleaded, basta! basta!....bowls and plates stacked high of all sorts of different fish prepared in all sorts of different ways, kept arriving. My humans decided to have a take two. We went last night, just the three of us, and fasted all day to be well prepared. Not me. I don't fast. That's crazy-talk.

The owners of Lurido know and love Papa’ and were very happy to see him again. We go in the back to the kitchen (yes, me too, like I said, they let me go anywhere here!) My Papa’ explains how we don’t want as much food as the last time.
Please. Really. Seriously. Okay?

On deaf ears because .... bowls and plates stacked high of all sorts of different fish prepared in all sorts of different ways, kept arriving!

Everything is delizioso! I gather this from the bite sized sample I am offered. Of course, I ask for more. Beg even. It’s what I do. :)

The story of this place is pretty cool...

60 years ago, a local chef, Tonino, began to serve food from his home to his friends. It was a casual thing, people would show up with wine and gather outside, eat the fresh and amazing fish HE made, play cards and drink wine. Soon, word caught on about the delicious, fresh fish Tonino served and more and more people would show up. Tonino soon expanded his place, making more room for all of his guest. He would carry the stove into the yard each Sunday to cook his legendary fish for his faithful customers. Once such customer, a director from Rome, witnessed the smoke-blackened walls of the small kitchen and began lovingly calling the restaurant Lurido (Filthy). The name stuck and in spite of it, the people keep coming.

If you are in Rimini and you like seafood, it doesn’t get better than this.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Make Yourself Comfortable. But Not Too Comfortable.

2009-07-07T01:29:00.000-07:00

The Cuckoo Bird is my favorite bird.

with that said...

Road trip in our beautiful (not) Ford Fiesta! We drove to Bologna yesterday to take a friend to visit the hospital. The sort of hospital that treats various types of mental illness.

As soon as we reached the place and got out of the car -the sound of the gazillion crickets nearly deafened me! (See clip below.) But the views were beautiful. (bella vista!)

When we walked into the doctor’s office with our friend, Mamma and me took a seat on the far end of the office. She spotted a green, velvet chair with a remote control that lifts the footrest to the desired level. It had other buttons on it as well. Mamma is a sucker for buttons. She plopped us down on the chair and made herself comfy. She’s kinda like me in that sense. She can go anywhere and instantly find a spot to make herself at home in. Except she doesn’t have to walk in a circle three times before sitting. Why do I do that? I’m not sure. I’ll have to google it.

Anyway, Mamma is so excited pushing these buttons and making the chair go to and fro and the footrest up and down, Papa’ looks at her and starts to laugh. I begin to worry that they might keep her here. I mean, it's great to make yourself comfortable, just maybe not too comfortable.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Wow!

2009-07-06T01:38:00.000-07:00

A thing of beauty is something to behold alright.

Even though I am only 10 inches tall, I spotted the yellow giants from afar. As I got closer I giddily ran amongst them, thousands of them, all gently, happily, swaying in the breeze, like a painting come to vivid, technicolor life.
WOW.
Just WOW.

Giancarlo and Adriana were are gracious hosts for the past two days. The fields of sunflowers (girasoli) are just steps from the front door of their beautiful bed and breakfast.

If you ever find yourself in Staffolo, Italy, stay HERE.

Tell them Lucy, the dog, sent you.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Alberto!

2009-07-05T11:44:00.000-07:00

Ciao!
I have 5% battery life left on my computer and no plug on the train! so...i’ll be quick about it... For those of you who asked how I manage to type due to my fat paws (thanks for that) ...I use voice recognition software. I speak into a microphone connected to my MacBook and the software does the rest.
I can’t type, I’m a dog.

We all met with the director, Alberto, in Rome yesterday. He had a dog, similar to me, in his last film. So, he knew exactly how to speak to me and he also knew where on my head I liked to be scratched. Kismet, I tell you! I hope my humans work with him on something. They all would like to, but they don’t know on what just yet. Still, one never knows where things can lead, right?

He told us a story of synchronicity today...

In Los Angeles, Alberto met a producer who wants to remake his film in the U.S. After much discussing, as they were saying their goodbyes, they happen to start talking about a street in Tuscany. Turns out, that's where Alberto lives. It also turns out, the producer has a home down the street from Alberto’s home! They could have met several times before at the corner market but it took a screening in Los Angeles for them to meet. And, it looks like this film will be remade with this fella. I hear the actor-dog they used is getting long in the tooth - so, maybe they’ll consider me. That would be swell. People are always telling me I outta be in pictures. Alberto gave us a copy of his other films to watch on the plane upon our return. Hopefully, I wont be stuck in my bag and I can watch it too.

Off to the country now. A place called Staffolo. I have 1% left of batter life! Better hit save...before the computer cra

Il Treno

2009-07-04T00:27:00.000-07:00

We are on another train, this time - on our way to Rome. We are going to meet an Italian director my humans met at a screening in L.A. I remember they came home the night of the screening raving about the film. They had a chance to speak with the director at the party after the screening and they felt an instant connection. Like when my Mamma saw me for the first time at the doggie foster place. She knew that I was the one for her. She says this happens between humans as well. This feeling like you've met someone before or that you are destined to be friends. Deja vu all over again. :)

Anyhow, they all agreed to meet in Rome. So, that’s where we are headed now!
I love it when people make plans and follow through with them. Like, when you throw a ball, I will promptly fetch said ball and then bring it back to you.
Gotta love the follow through.

Mamma has been dealing with a bad stomach virus for the last two days and is existing on saltine crackers and medicine. She still seems happy to be here though. Maybe it’s the meds.

Now we are passing Tuscany. Wow, so pretty! It’s green and hilly. Many places to run and dig! I overheard Mamma ask Papa’ where his favorite place in Italy is. He thought for a moment and answered, “I just want to live somewhere calm and beautiful. Somewhere in California.”
I guess that’s good.

Because that’s where all of our stuff is.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Moving Pictures!

2009-07-02T01:30:00.000-07:00

Buongiorno!

I thought I’d try something different for today’s post.
Moving pictures.

Below are tiny snippets of me walking in Venice, on a Gondola, hanging out at our place in Rimini and watching an Italian dubbed Star Trek episode.

Oh, and by the way, my humans are truly touched by the outpouring of congratulations they’ve received since my last post!
It makes them feel all warm and fuzzy.
I can tell, because I am all about warm and fuzzy.

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Under the Lamppost.

2009-06-30T06:31:00.000-07:00

They left me in the apartment last night. It’s okay, don’t cry for me Argentina - I slept the entire time. You’d think that would be the end of my post today. They went out. I stayed in. Finito. But, it’s not finito. There’s more. Much more. This is what they told me when they got home...

They had dinner on yet another lovely terrace of an incredibly beautiful ristorante with Papa’s mom, sister and brother-in-law. Then they walked across the way to a church where they watched Papa’s nephews play with their friends. A mellow, easy breezy cover girl evening. Then....then they went out, just the two of them, for Gelato. Both of my humans avoid dairy and sugar...so, they are on a constant quest for senza zuchero soya gelato. (sugar-free soy ice cream) Which... they find! They sat in front of Nuovo Fiore Light enjoying their senza zuchero soya gelato and spoke of many things.
Of shoes and ships--and sealing-wax,
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.... Soon, the conversation found itself strolling down memory lane.
Papa’ shared that he was happy that the Tea Garden on Melrose (now closed) was open and ready to greet them that day, one year ago, when they met. I was also there that day and I remember it well...

It was the last week of July, 2008, and Mamma and me had just settled into our new, guest house in Burbank, California. We were sitting on the bed of our tiny, tiny room (and if I say tiny, you know it was tiny because I am all of 9 lbs. ) Mamma was scratching my head and admiring her handiwork. She had turned this tiny room into an art deco, love den with warm lighting and a groovy vibe. She hung pictures of classic films and movie stars of yesteryear. She put up her beaded flapper hat on the wall and a sign (a prop from her show, BZZZ!) that read Not afraid. She put stenciled words up on the walls - Dare, Love, Laugh. This place had become very, very her. She was happy to be there.

But...after the new decor was up, items unpacked and pictures were hung...what then? She had no auditions that day, no lunches to lunch or any plans to speak of. That’s when it hit her. This day, is the first day of her new life. She can do anything! It all begins anew now! She grabbed my leash and her laptop and told me that we were headed to Tea Garden on Melrose to write. She had an idea for her next screenplay and she was going to start writing it that day. She felt, in that moment, that her real life had just begun. Within’ ten minutes of happily typing away at Tea Garden. We saw him. Actually, I saw him first. I’m observant like that. I kept trying to walk in his direction but I had that stupid leash on. So, I just watched him. I knew he was going to say something to Mamma, because I can sense these things.

How do you like your iPhone?

That was it. His big line. Well, I suppose the first sentence has to be about something, so, this seemed as good as anything.
Mamma was focused on writing and always thought it was strange when men tried to speak to her when she was reading or writing or otherwise involved. Still, he was cute and she really did love to talk about her iPhone. After some tech talk and other talk, large and small ...he, trying to act as cool as possible, spilled his tea all over himself. He laughed and said, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Mamma said to herself, I do. She knew she would see him again. A week later she did. And they haven’t stopped since. Which brings me back to last night....

In the midst of gelato, memories and laughter....Papa’ became silent. This is strange because Papa’ likes to talk as much, if not more, than Mamma, so the sound of silence usually means something with these two. Mamma was ready to leave because she really had to pee. I know that feeling. Sometimes I hold it in for several hours! And I do. Because, I’m a damn good dog. Anyhow, back to the humans....

Papa was silent, Mamma had to pee...

Would you like to marry me?

:0 !!!

Mamma’s mouth fell open and she kept it like that for quite awhile. She looked around at the other gelato eaters nearby, did they hear that? Do they understand English? Did anyone catch what just took place on this little street in Italy under the lamppost? Why isn’t everyone screaming, Bravo! Bravo! No matter...Mamma was screaming Bravo on the inside.

Certo!

Then they kissed underneath the lamppost on that little street in Italy where no one knew that their lives had just changed forever. No one knew, but them.

Then they rushed home to tell me all about it. I’ve never seen a love like theirs between two humans before.
I feel good about this.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Certo! = Of Course!

Is it Me?

2009-06-29T02:09:00.000-07:00

My humans were invited to be guest judges for the “Miss Italian Mamma” pageant. The "special talents" part of the evening was something to see! A broken- glass stomper, a bedtime story reader (yes, reading is a talent, apparently) and the piece de resistance - the paper airplane maker!
No, it did not fly.

At the end of the evening my folks were invited on stage, with me in tow. Mamma spoke into the microphone that she spoke very little Italian - in Italian (Papa’ was proud). My parents shared the most recent tidbits from their resumes, the host handed Mamma a bouquet of flowers and then it was back to Stefano’s outstretched hand holding another glass of Prosecco.
Afterwards, Mamma signed a couple of autographs for two little girls while their mother filmed the whole thing while saying all sorts of compliments in Italian. (Like I said before, Italians are not stingy with the compliments.)

It’s strange, pageants. All of these lovely women seemed... terrified. They look like I must look when I hear fireworks or a car backfiring. Startled and confused. I’m not judging them...(actually, my humans are, that’s what they signed up for.) Still, I wonder if this need to be chosen is something all humans have. Need for acceptance, love and to be told that they are pretty by a bunch of strangers.

The craziest part about all of this - nobody called me bella all night!
Not one pat on the head! Not a single sweet smile cast in my direction! NIENTE!!!
I couldn’t believe it...the day had finally arrived - I, The Lucy, was being upstaged -
by, of all things... humans!

Unthinkable!
Unheard of!
Bizarro!

Have I lost my charm? Did I snap at one too many ankles? Is it something I barked?

Maybe a puppy pageant would be fun. Why not?
I'm going to go practice my special talent now... napping.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Venice! (Italy, not Beach)

2009-06-28T09:12:00.000-07:00

We spent the day strolling around Venice yesterday.
We had some problems on the train ride over, what should have been a three hour ride turned out to be five! Also, it was raining! But, no matter, Mamma brought my green, velvet hoodie and a leopard print hat for herself.
We were prepared.

San Marco was pretty but the breadsticks at the little place by the water (under the Rialto Bridge) were Fantastico! Papa’, born and raised in Italy, was less overjoyed by our day then us Americans. Still, he walked the walk with us and showed us the sites. Our gondolier was not terribly friendly, unlike in the movies where they are lovable and jolly, this one did not sing when we

went under the bridge. But my humans did kiss each time they went under a bridge. (Each other, not the gondolier.)

On the train ride back we were stopped by an official making a big ta do about me not having the appropriate travel bag and my pet passport with me. After a few words with Papa’, they finally let us board the train. I liked Venice, but, I’m not living anywhere, no matter how beautiful it is, without my people! Besides, I never wanted to work in the tourist industry.

On the train ride back, while Papa’ slept, Mamma watched travelers attempt to enter the cabin through a glass door. There’s a little button to the side you’re supposed to push for the door to open. This was not marked very well because most of them couldn’t figure out how to enter. They would push and pull on the lever and sometimes bang on the door. All of them, young and old, would quickly grow frustrated by not being able to do something as simple as open a door. Each time this happened, Mamma would point to the button, they would then notice the button, push it and the door would whoosh open.
Grazie.
Prego.
This was a fun game that Mamma played all the way home. She even woke up Papa’ to ask how to say Push in Italian. Spingi. So, for hours, she would point and say Spingi! Door whooshs open.
Grazie.
Prego.
I don’t know if she was proud that she knew something that others didn’t or if she just wanted to lend a helping hand.
Either way, it kept her busy while I ate her pretzels, so, all in all, it was a great day.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Grazie!!!

2009-06-27T03:55:00.000-07:00

It was just a little over three years ago when I was wandering the streets of downtown Los Angeles in the rain, wondering if I would ever find a safe, cozy place I could call home. Now, here I am on a train to Venice, Italy with my awesome human companions. Who would have thought I’d one day become a globe trotting pup? My pleasures were simple back then, squirrel chasing, burying found items and searching for cookies. I still enjoy those activities but now I do them in beautiful surroundings with people who love me. It had occurred to me that coming from such humble means might allow me to better appreciate what I now have. We were invited to a dinner party last night in the home of a wealthy couple in the well-to-do city of Cattolica. The home was remarkable with vistas (views) of spiggia (beach) from every window. The potential for this place was grand. But, instead of allowing the serenity of nature and it’s natural beauty to exist, the home owners decides to drown the interior with...stuff. So much stuff I would be hard pressed in the hodgepodge to find my favorite squeaky toy even with this spectacular canine nose of mine. The lady of the house is a collector. A collector of ...everything, it would appear. A line of Tweety birds sat above the living room window. My mamma likes to count things (it’s an adorable quirk of hers) so she immediately began to count the Tweetys under her breath. I heard her count 77. Then she whispered to me, Because one Tweety is never enough. Toys and scary, creepy dolls everywhere. Hats, bags, stuff on the walls, stuff on the floor, stuff piled high everywhere and just when you think you’ve seen all the stuff their is - Mamma mistakenly opens the closet door instead of the bathroom door and suddenly a sea of MORE stuff comes cascading down! I grabbed a ball from the pile and ran to the corner. One ball. That’s all one needs. Any more than that is confusing. Don’t get me wrong, these were nice enough people. I mean, they let me sit at the table with them for dinner and called me angelo (angel.) Still, I couldn’t help but think that they must be overcompensating for something with all of these things.
And just because you can afford to get anything you want doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to do so.

The little boy who lived at the house, the women’s grandson, was in serious need of a time-out. He started the evening slapping silly putty onto my human’s arms and screaming at the top of his lungs. He ran around uncontrollably and yelled a lot in Italian. And just because it's in Italian, doesn't make it cute, trust me.
I imagined how wonderful it would be if all the Tweetys would magically merge into one, huge monster Tweety and swallow him whole. Not hurt him or anything, just give him a little rest inside the belly of Tweety so the rest of us can eat dinner in peace. Later on in the evening this six year old began to play with nonna’s (grandma’s) lighter collection. He lit a wood stick and waved it around frantically. That’s when I imagined one of the scary dolls hair catching on fire and causing a big sensation. No one gets hurt, of course, but, maybe 90% of the stuff is lost in the fire and the little boy is told to not play with fire. But, who am I to say? It could very well be that these particular humans all feel warm and comfortable surrounded in this flurry of things and the child behaves the way that he does because he is afraid he is not being heard amongst the crazy clutter.
I just know that I came home to our dolce, piccolo (sweet, little) apartment in Rimini ever so thankful for the life that I have.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Moving On

2009-06-26T05:30:00.000-07:00

Mamma has told me stories of her childhood many times, so I was well aware that the recent losses in the celebrity community would have her harken back to another time. Like the time when she stood in front of the TV, MTV’s debut, in the early 80’s, when she watched the incredibly choreographed and mesmerizing Michael Jackson video, Thriller, for the first time. She told me how blown away she was, frozen, wrapped in her towel after a day at the pool with her BF, watching the television and wondering how someone could make such an amazing thing and why haven’t they done it before.
Today she sang to me, “A, B, C, it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3....” then she did a little dance.

Earlier, I listened as she reminisced to Papa’ about “Charlies Angel’s.” She used to strike a pose along with her childhood cohorts, holding pantomimed guns held up in the air, girl power represented on TV - woman can do anything! They can even solve crime while sporting pretty, feathered hair! Mamma loved Farrah’s natural beauty, her smile and her sweetness. Recently we watched Farrah’s documentary and we couldn’t get over the bravery it took for her to show herself at her weakest, putting it all out there for the world to see. Not just the poster you remember in your bedroom, not just her rocky relationships, not just her kooky appearance on Letterman, but, her, a woman, a person in the world suffering horrificly, yet holding it all together with grace, humor and determination in her final act.

Mamma used to dream of being on The Tonight Show. (which did come to pass w/Leno in the late 90’s) but when she imagined it as a child as she lay back in her frilly, pink canopy bed, she dreamed of sitting beside Johnny. And of course Ed was there, he was always there, with that bellowing laughter of his. Ed would announce her as she made her entrance on the stage and then he'd give her a big bear hug. Or, even better, an over sized check from Publisher’s Clearing House.

People, images, feelings, from Mamma’s childhood.
She watched the news on Italian TV with a far away look in her eyes...she started to speak out loud...”Lucy, remember to always live fully today as if it were your last. Because, who knows what will happen at any given moment?” That’s when I reminded her that I am a dog, of course I live fully. Sure, you humans can move on anytime, but many of you will live to 80, 90, maybe even 100 years old. I get 16 years, maybe. usually less! You think we canines don’t get it? Why do you think we are so happy most of the time? I’ll tell you why - because we know our lives our short so we aren’t wasting anytime with that unhappiness business. We are milking every last second of our time here.
Take it from me, it’s the way to be.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Making With the Komedy. (With a K because K is funnier.)

2009-06-25T05:41:00.000-07:00

It finally stopped raining and I am happy to report that I am over my jet lag!
Yesterday we hung out on the beach. Like I mentioned before, my folks are taking me everywhere. I keep waiting for the moment when an authoritative looking human denies my entry but instead they scratch my head and say ‘Bello” and bring me a dish of water. Although, this time, at the entrance of the beach, I saw a clear sign of a dog with some Italian words next to it. I don’t read Italian. Actually, I don’t read English either. I’m a dog. Except one time I saw a sign on a bench that read, “Wet Paint”, so I did. Haahahahahahah! Thank you Henny Youngman. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, the beach. The sign had a picture of a large German Shepard on it, alerting us to the fact that dogs are not allowed on the beach. Papa’ asked the “Bagnino” (Lifeguard) if I could enter if Mamma held me the whole time. For those of you who know my mother, this part will not surprise you - she turned to my father and added, “It should be okay, Lucy is clearly not a German Shepard.” Then she referred to the sign again and began to laugh, a bit too long, at her own joke. The Bagnino might have felt sorry for the silly American and her Bello pooch. Because, next thing you know, we are all soaking up the sun on our lounge chair feeling a pang of sympathy for all the Bello German Shepards who are not allowed on the beaches of Rimini.

So, go ahead, break the rules & laugh at your own jokes.
Heck, somebody’s got to.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

The Gist of It

2009-06-24T01:47:00.000-07:00

Last night my humans took me to a dinner party. We watched Mamma’s film, Numbers, while Papa’ performed a live dubbing of it in Italian. A lovely, Italian lady was there who spoke only one word of English. “Wonderful!” So, naturally, she repeated this word that she had mastered and she repeated it often. What a great idea! To learn one word in a language other than your own and learn it well and use it often. Especially a word that makes others feel good about themselves. I don’t know if this lady really liked Mamma’s movie or not but her intention, her smile, along with the word, supported the idea that she thought it, and everything else we did, was “Wonderful!”

I’m enjoying watching humans who speak different languages try to communicate. As a dog, I’m already hip to the fact that communication goes far beyond words. That in order to really understand one another all one must do is simply pay attention. Body language speaks volumes and emotions can be read on the face. The bottom line is - people want to be understood and they will do what it takes to make it happen. Who cares if you miss a word or two? If you concentrate, watch and really listen - you’ll get the gist of it. And sometimes the gist of it is all you need to connect with one another.
Mostly, I think it’s great when humans make the effort.
Actually, I think It’s better than great - it’s Wonderful!

Bravo humans!

Ciao for now,
The Lucy

A Little Lag

2009-06-23T06:59:00.000-07:00

Do dogs get jet lag?
I never thought of this concept before. Now, after having been in Italy for six days...I think it’s safe to say, SI!

I’ve been sleepy and groggy. Back home I usually take naps throughout the day when my humans are out doing their thing...but, here, they insist on taking me everywhere with them. Every cafe, bar, beach, home, day trip....I am there on Mamma’s lap. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it there. It’s warm and cozy and all of that. However, my naps these days are sporadic, to say the least.

I’m in an office waiting room now with Mamma while Papa’ does some business. It occurred to me that this vacation is less vacation then business trip. I know Mamma would like to do some shopping, go to a museum, sit out on the beach (if it would stop raining.) But many things need to be taken care of before all of that can happen.
I think she’s getting cranky. It’s too bad humans can’t be more like us dogs. We are just happy to be wherever we are while we are there. We take pleasure in closing our eyes and drifting off in the midst of whatever chaos surrounds us. And my kind, we don’t need much to make us feel good. Just a bowl full of food, another one full of water and to be in the company of those we love. The simple things, really.
Humans can learn a lot from us.
I’m going to make sure Mamma reads my blog.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Tutti Amano Lucy! (Everybody Loves Lucy!)

2009-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00

Oy! I’ve never walked so much in my life. Even with four legs, it’s a bit much. We had to do a all sorts of errands today. Running errands is not really my Mamma’s idea of a good time, but, she kept the faith that when all the ‘have to’ activities are over, the ‘want to’ activities would soon follow. And they did. After a morning of running around getting things done that Papa’ had to do - we visited the secret, mysterious country of San Marino. Okay, it’s neither a secret nor a mystery - but, I didn’t know of it’s existence until we crossed the border, leaving Rimini and entering the country of San Marino! Population of less than 30,000, it’s small and kind of medieval with a Museum of Torture. (I prefer a Museum of Pleasure, personally.) We all had an awesome lunch with Leo, an old pal of Papas. The humans spoke of a film they’d like to shoot while we are here. I’m not sure if it’ll come to pass but the humans were very enthused about it. I love San Marino because it’s...odd. The shops are quirky and the view phenomenal. Bella vista! Many people approached me to deliver the customary ‘awwww.’ It’s growing on me. People and the offering of affection. It’s not such a bad thing at all. In fact, I’ve decided to keep my ankle-biting to a minimum and embrace the constant oncoming of affection. Who knows? One of them might slip me a Biscotti when Mamma isn’t looking. One can dream, can’t one?
Ciao for now,
The Lucy

Fantastico!

2009-06-21T04:11:00.000-07:00

14 hours in a BAG? I don't think so. I made a big fuss about it, which is odd for me since it's not really in my nature to whine. Still, a BAG? What am I? A panini? A biscotti? I am a Canine American! I will not be treated like this! So, after a few high pitched wimpers, my humans did the right thing - they hid me under the airplane blanket for most of the trip. As soon as I was under the blankie I was out. Sleeping and snoring. They are currently searching Italy for an herbal calming remedy for the flight back. If mom can't find anything she's going to slip me a Xanax and bowl of Jagermeister. Don't tell PETA. (Seriously, I was only kidding, don't call PETA, they scare me.) Italy is Belissimo! Fantastico! I have been to several fine establishments, they call me carina (cute) and bello (when they are not sure i'm female) then it's bella. Italians do not hold back on the compliments. My kind of place! It's raining. My paws are wet and dirty and I couldn't be happier. Mio Padre is showing us around the place he grew up. We toured the hotel his family used to own and run, The Grand Hotel. The beach he used to play on, the 'discos' he danced in. Fun times, back in the day, I would imagine. But he happily calls America home now. Los Angeles with me and Mamma. Home is where you hang your hat/leash, right? Home is where love waits for you and where you can kick off your shoes, wipe your paws anywhere you choose and where you have the freedom to just...be.
I hope you are all happy and home with the ones you love. Ciao for now,
The Lucy

I'd Like a Biscotti, per favore.

2009-06-17T07:03:00.000-07:00

Today's the day....just hours away to my first airplane trip! The travel bag is comfy enough but I'm not too thrilled about the 'not eating before a flight malarky.' I guess I'll nap. Or watch the inflight movie. But, I probably already saw it.

You know what's really cool about being a dog? Humans do all sorts of things for you and all you have to do is look cute and maybe throw in a trick every now and again. I don't even have to carry anything. No luggage to schlep! And when you're little, you barely even have to walk.
I tell ya, this is the life.

I better go and make sure my humans packed the loud squeaky toys. Those are my favorites.
Ciao for now,
Lucy

A Happy Mutt

2009-06-14T08:55:00.000-07:00

Ciao!
For those of you who are not familiar with me or my mom and dad, or my facebook app called Lucky Lucy or the gazillion photos that my mom posts of me everywhere...allow me to introduce myself - I am
The Lucy!
My person adopted me three years ago from a rescue organization.
We think I'm a Maltese/Yorkie mix. Basically, I'm a mutt.
A darn happy one at that.
I live with my humans, Annie Wood and Peter Arpesella.
And the cat, Grandpa. Grandpa doesn't have a website. He prefers to keep things on the down low. He tells me that that's how he rolls. Anyhow, he's okay, for a cat.

A photo book about my adventures will be out soon called, "Lucy Goosy."

You will be the first to know when it's available.

I've decided to start this blog because my humans are taking me with them to Italy. So, while mom is busy sampling the vino and dad is busy speaking in foreign tongues, I will post some photos, videos and my thoughts to keep you all in The Lucy loop!
Be sure to tell your kids.
Kids dig me.
Ciao for now,
The Lucy