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OK!!!!!!!!!!

I figure I should start writing this 'cause I'm tired and cranky and not sure how long I have to do this. Getting old ya know. 'sides I just got Dad to agree to write this.

We are in Fresno, CA doing a show. We have not been here for 6 years and we thought it would be good to do it and then go to San Mateo show after. This would give us 2 shows in the same general area and maybe save us money. (For more dog treats). Well------------it has not worked yet. This is the Super Bowl weekend and not a lot of people are buying. There is a good crowd but nothing is selling. (At least for us). And Dad forgot the portable TV so we can't watch the game. (Dad's not too smart sometimes) The Seattle Seahawks are playing for the first time and we won't get to watch it. I think someone here has a TV so we might go to their booth and watch. (OK----Dad will watch and I'll sleep since I'm still BLIND).

Thanksgiving and Christmas was good this year except I did not get to go into the house for the Thanksgiving turkey dinner but Dad brought stuff out to me. For Christmas I was at Grandma's house and had plenty of food. Mom & Dad worry about me sometimes 'cause I don't always tell them when I need to go out. I've only had problems at home a few times. When I go out in the back yard I get lost. Dad usually leaves me and makes me find my way back in. Mom will come out and get me. I like Mom better than Dad. Dad thinks I should remember where the door to the house is even "tho" I can't see. He says that I should be able to find the door by smell. But when the wind is blowing the other way that doesn't work. Dad is soooooooooo mean to me. I usually get even with Dad when we are on the road--I make him get up at night and take me out. Sometimes I stand at the motel door and make Dad think I need to go out and then just walk around outside and do nothing. Keeps Dad on his toes. But it makes him really mad 'cause he doesn't get much sleep. Boy-----does he get cranky about that. But----just with me. Mom says I'm blind and deaf and he should be nice to me but---Dad says I'm doing things on purpose. Dad just doesn't understand me. I'm so innocent.

We are now at the Hillsborough Show at San Mateo fairgrounds. I am inside 'cause they allow dogs. OK---I'm not pulling my weight for this show. I have not sold much and Dad said if I didn't sleep all the time I might be able to earn my keep. At which point I say "So What" I know they will feed me and take care of me anyway. This show is really long--4 days of the show and 2 days of set up and we come in at the first of the week, so we are 7 days here. Which is really boring for me that's why I sleep. I am helping Dad write my article---since we have time to do this. Dad's getting the info from me by "telly---path---ick". I'm sleeping under the table and telling Dad what to write. We are also dealing with people that are having a hard time spending 4 bucks. Boy-----shows are fun. When this is over we will have done 5 shows this year. From here we get to go home and work to get ready for Portland, Atlantic City and Round Top, Texas. Portland is good for dogs--Atlantic City allows me to come in---and Round Top, Texas is in the middle of a cow pasture. But---there hasn't been a cow there for a long time. (Kinda like Brimfield). They do have fire ants but they didn't bother me---boy do they like Mom. Didn't like Dad either (Nobody likes Dad).

Mom & Dad have been thinking about what to do with me. Some days I'm good and other days I'm tired--do not move much and not sure where stuff is--and run into things. I know when they are talking about me so I perk up and run and actually act like I like them. This really puzzles them as what to do. I am almost 16 in people years so in dogs years I'm ancient. In theory about 112 years. Well------maybe closer to 105. Dad's Dad is 96 and he is still doing OK. But, he has people that really take care of him not like how Dad & Mom take care of me. (I do have it made here in spite of what I say).

Quote of the Day at the Hillsborough show by 6 year old Brenden of Modesto: "Boy!!! There must have been a lot of crazy people that made all this stuff." A 6 year olds' idea of the Antique Business.

When we come back in April to the Hillsborough show I get to go see Grandma Mickey. She's the one that made that "Aft---Gan" for me. Which, since I can't see, I don't use much 'cause I never know where it is. Last time we were there to see her I got to sleep on her bed for awhile. She is in a rest home--not sure why they call it a rest home when there is so much noise going on and people coming in her room and doing stuff--I don't know how she could get any rest. Margie came to see us at the show (Grandma Mickey's daughter) and told us how Grandma is doing. This was great 'cause we haven't seen her for awhile and I did my usual greeting now days I slept the whole time Margie was here--the only reason I know she was there is because Dad told me.

Mom & Dad are giving me some new stuff to take---it is suppose to help me feel better. Mom thinks it is working---Dad's not happy that it is. I'm also getting a baby aspirin to help with something. Anyway----I want to go out at the motel and run. Now this is a little hard since I can't see. But---Dad has the leash and I make him run with me so I won't run into anything. Dad tricked me and made me run in circles around him. He thought that I didn't know what he was doing but I did and now I'm going to get him up the rest of the night. So far, we have been out 3 times and I figure about every hour ought to do it to make him really tired tomorrow.

I think I'll end this now I'm tired from running and need to sleep. I will try to change my article more often but, I have to rely on Dad and "ya, just can't trust him" to get things done.

PS: We got home and Mom & Dad were working in the back yard. They finished up and Mom came in the back door and Dad came back in the front door. He closed the back sliding door and locked me outside. I could not get back in. Mom was walking by the door and saw me go by. She let me in and then yelled at Dad for locking me out. (Dad is trying to get even with me for keeping him up) I was outside for quite awhile and didn't know what to do. I fell in the pond and got completely wet and cold. I came in and hollered at Dad for leaving me outside. Mom said I was really scared and cried and I had a hard time trying to settle down. Boy!!! Was she mad at Dad for doing that--I will say I slept just great that night.

KISMET

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"Never try to figure out the Antique business"

Kismet

We are now sitting in a Cow Pasture doing an Antique show. And we are 3400 miles from home. What is interesting about this is that there are dozens of fields like this in this town of Brimfield, MA and none of the fields have seen a cow for years. (Which is good 'cause otherwise we would be stepping in stuff.)

So far it has not been too hot and this field allows dogs so I'm sleeping in the grass, which is cool. I have not sold anything yet nor has Mom but Dad did $20 bucks. Dad left to shop and Me & Mom sold a motion lamp. We’re so much better than Dad in selling things. We are also better at shopping and setting up the booth so, I’m pretty sure Dad’s not good for much at all except taking me out and picking up after me.

The North Field is the first field to open at Brimfield and it is the start of the tons of shows that are here. What that means for me is-----------I’m stuck in the car and Mom & Dad have all the fun tromping through miles of fields. They did find a nice place they could park that kept the van in the shade so I was not hot.

What I think is stupid—is—we are here for a whole week. ‘Course I think most everything we do is dumb unless it involves food for me.

Our next show was J & J’s field. Let me tell you how stupid doing this field is. We (meaning Mom & Dad) started to set up at 7pm on Thursday. We worked most of the night and then for crying out loud we slept in the van for some reason. (When we had a perfectly good motel room to sleep in) Dad said it’s because we have to be up early and back in the field at 5am. And since we did not get done setting up until 12am it would be hard to drive back to the motel an hour away and then back to be at the field by 5am. To me it didn’t make any difference since I sleep most of the time anyway.

At J & J’s, I wasn’t really there. And you can’t prove any different (they don’t allow dogs in this field – dumb huh?).

We headed home after that and when we got to Des Moines, IA we decided to drive all night to get home. I voted for that so we could sleep in our own bed sooner. It gave us 2 weeks to be home which great for me.

We just did the Tacoma Dome and if I coulda been in there we would have done better but, NO DOGS ALLOWED. Dad said there were dogs there but he wasn’t sure how they got in. “Sometin about being a service dog”. What, the heck does that mean? Most the ones Dad saw were smaller than me—couldn’t pull a sled much less lead anyone around. I can do lots of things and I’m blind and deaf.

We are now in Spokane and there are dogs here also except I can’t come in. I never get a break. When we are done with this we head to Atlantic City, NJ for the big show and I get to go into that show so people can see me. We are going to stop and see Casper and Joey at St Louis, MO and then to Penn. to see Oscar.

I probably need to go back and read where I stopped with the last article and catch up on things since then.

I guess we were going to do Round Top, TX but Mom & Dad decided that it was going to probably get some of the storm stuff and gas was “too darn” expensive to go there. The last time we were there the wind made the tent jump and bump and this time we felt it would take off with us in it – we’d probably end up in Kansas, but, we will be there in March next year.

I just remembered about when we were at Casper & Joey’s house. When we got there Joey wasn’t there—he was in Virginia and was taking a plane to St Louis. Mom & Dad & I stayed to help drive to the Airport to pick up Joey. He arrived in great shape and really liked Mom but since I couldn’t see him kissing her I guess it was OK. If I still could see, Joey would’ve been dead meat. Dad was not good to me at Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol’s house. He didn’t watch where I was and I fell down the small flight of stairs. I didn’t hurt myself but Mom was mad at Dad and Dad said he was sorry (Ya, right). I did the same thing at Oscar’s house but it was a long set of stairs from the 2^nd floor—it had carpet on it so it was softer when I went down and I didn’t hurt myself but Dad got yelled at by Mom a lot on that. Dad had some lame excuse about he was working on the computer & watching TV. We can’t get it through Dad’s head that he needs to watch what I do ‘cause “I’M BLIND”.

We are now at the Atlantic City show and I am not in at the show. It has been raining and it is not hot out so I can stay in the Van. I’m OK with this ‘cause I would just sleep at the show anyway.

We made it home for about a week and a half before the Expo show in Portland. At least I can go to that show. I was not in during set up and everyone asked where I was. They are always afraid that I might not be alive. I plan to live forever. People brought me stuff to eat. But, to keep everyone guessing I pretended not to like some of it. Dad & Mom get really mad at me for this ‘cause they are great customers and I’m not suppose to do that. I eat it later when no one is looking.

We are now at the San Mateo show and I am inside. I have slept most the time during the day to rest up so I can get Dad up 3 or 4 times during the night. I don’t want him to sleep to much.

I will have more later.

KISMET

Today we are gonna talk about Deaf, Dumb & Blind.

Me an Dad are going Deaf. Dad's Dumb and I'm Blind

I've been going deaf for awhile but, I've had Mom & Dad fooled for years because I always used the 20 foot rule, 20 feet out and I can't hear. But, now I am deaf so I don't know what is going on. It took Dad awhile to figure that out tho, he's just not as sharp as he use to be. (Most people said he never was). So, that's the Dumb part for Dad. Me, I'm Blind---well almost, I can see light sort-of but, not much else. My eyes have something to do with cats I think (I hate cats) 'cause Dad talks about the Cat-uurrrr-Racks I have in my eyes. Now, I heard we can do an operation to fix my eyes but, since I'm 14 years old (95 plus in people years), Mom & Dad are not sure it would be safe 'cause they have to knock me out. The Vet says it might be bad for me but, HEY !!!!!!!!! I'm in good shape after all I did lose 10 pounds since the first of the year and I'm at my fighting weight 28 pounds. ('course I can't see to fight--but, I'm ready).

I now realize that we have not written anything since Sept. or so. "THIS IS NOT MY FAULT" Dad has something called 'roundtoit' which means he'll get "around to it" every time I ask him to help write. (Mom says he has 2 dozen of these at home for her).

I've got to tell you how dumb Dad is. Since I have to depend on him to lead me with my leash, he doesn't do a very good job. Ya know when you stay in a motel with hallways and they are straight--then go in for the rooms. Well------Dad lets the leash loose when I'm walking down the hall and I touch the wall so I know where I am, then he forgets to pull it back and runs me into the door well. Mom gets mad at Dad--I get mad at Dad--and Dad just says "OOPS". Like this is gonna help me---I smacked my nose on the wall and it hurt. Dad has got to remember--I CAN'T SEE THE WALL 'CAUSE I'M BLIND. He does this a lot to me------mostly when Mom is not around so he won't get in trouble.

OK, we are writing again-----Dad took a break 'cause he was tired and I needed to rest. Dictating takes a lot out of a girl.

Christmas was great. We had tons of food at every place we went. I was able to con people out of stuff 'cause they felt sorry for me. We had a party for our friends that we don't see much during the year because we are on the road all the time. Then we did a party for Mom's family and then went to Grandma's house for Christmas. I was good and did not eat like last year so I maintained my girlish figure.

I realized that we started this article last year. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT-----DAD GOT LAZY.

We finished the year doing an Estate sale and that made it so we did not start the year off in Denver. (Which is always cold and snowy.)

We went to 'sort of' sunny California. We missed most of the rain in L. A. when we were in S. F. for a show and when we got to San Diego the rain and stuff was in Seattle and S. F. (Actually, it snowed in Seattle and we missed that) We then went and did the Tacoma Dome--they still don't allow dogs. But, we could sleep at home which is good.

I am usually perfect and don't get in trouble, But-----

Mom & Dad get mad at me at night 'cause I scratch the floor carpet in the bedroom to soften it up before I lay down. Mom yells at me but, since I can't hear she is easy to ignore. (I can hear some sound but, not where it is coming from and since I can't see--I sure there is no one yelling at me). Mom is trying to break me of this habit but, I'm not have any part of that. It is hard to train a blind & deaf dog---especially since I was never able to be trained, according to Dad. When I do scratch the carpet Dad smacks me on the butt. So, to get even I get him up at least 2 times at night to go outside. At the motels Mom yells at Dad to wake up----at home Mom gets up 'cause Dad can't hear me.

We went back down to San Francisco for the Hillsborough show in Feb. and I got to go see Grandma Mickey. She is in a nursing home in Alameda and I got to go in and sit on her bed. OK, I couldn't actually see her but, she petted me and stuff and I snuggled with her. Mom & Dad are trying to sell some of her stuff. It appears I will probably have to do the selling 'cause Mom & Dad don't appear to be very good at it this year. We then went home for awhile to get ready for Portland, OR (EXPO show) Atlantic City, N.J. and Round top, Texas.

Portland was OK-----I got to see Aunt Jenny & Uncle Jim (OK--they saw me--I'm blind remember?) Uncle Ray & Aunt JoAnn were there to see me and I like them 'cause they give me food and things. We drove home Sunday night and that's tough 'cause I have to do some of the driving because Dad sometimes goes to sleep driving and I take over. We then got ready to go back East and I had to go to the Vet to get a bunch of shots. (That sucks) But, it was to keep me from getting weird things from other dogs on our trip. We drove to St Louis, MO to see Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol in their new house. And our bed room was fixed up really neat for us. Uncle Andy is doing really good and is gonna get new legs built for him. I'd liked to stay there longer but, he calls me "Stupid Dog" so I want to leave, (I'M NOT STUPID, JUST BLIND) I'd bite him but, I can't see where he is and he is usually in his power chair so he can move around fast.

We went to Atlantic City and I do get to go into that show. (Something about Grandfather rights that allows it--either mine or Dad's--not sure which) I slept most the time so I wasn't much help in selling. Which is why the show wasn't that good. I do such a good job. It was OK but, not like last March.

We are now ( If you are ready for this) in the middle of a cow pasture doing the Round Top Texas show. (I just don't get this business.) The only thing I like about it is the ground is cool and I'm not stuck in the Van. We had 3 days to set up and it took me all 3 days. I'd work then sleep in the Van, then work, then sleep in the Van. But, I finished just in time for the opening of the show. So, while Mom & Dad ran the booth I slept in the Van all day. This allowed me to be up all night and keep them awake. Apparently, this is gonna change 'cause I'm in the the show today and Dad has me working and going for walks so I can't nap. Besides, its 85 degrees outside. So-----I'll probably sleep tonight and maybe not get Dad up. Or not, can't let him get too relaxed. We have great neighbors at this show. One of them (Ray) gave us a fan to use for me which is great----It keeps me cool and I don't have to share it with Mom & Dad. It is really cold today, people that live here say that the weather changes hourly so you just have to wait. We had thunder and lightning last night and rain. Today it is windy and the tent is moving a lot. If this keeps up we will be somewhere else soon when the tent takes off.

We head to Des Moines, IA for a show and then home. So--------more later. That's if I can get Dad to do anything.

KISMET

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This "die-ur-beet-us" thing really sucks. We got back from Sun Valley and Mom & Dad took me to the Vet again. They left me for 12 hours, I was not to happy with Mom & Dad 'cause they let the Vet stab me with a needle every hour to take blood for some stupid test. It was to figure out how much "inn-so-lynn" Dad needed to have in that big, huge, large needle he stabs me with.

"LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS THING!"

Its almost as big as me and you can tell I'm not looking too happy when Dad tries to stab me with it.

Apparently, this "beet-us' thing might be doing other things to me. I am having trouble seeing things, actually my eyes ain't working very well at all. I run into things and stuff like that. My hearing isn't very good either, I can not tell where the sound is coming from. Of course I never did listen to Dad unless I wanted to. (Ed. Note--Kismet's selective hearing) But, Dad said that the "beet-us" is not 'causing my hearing problem its old age. Dad has a hearing problem, Mom is pretty sure its selective but, I think Dad is going deaf too because he is really old. Dad also has to wear glasses-----he says I probably wouldn't wear any because I don't like things on me except scarves 'cause they make me look cool.

We have been home for awhile because there were no shows to do. I photographed things for the internet to try to make some money, we did kind-of OK. We found a show to do at Sand Point Naval Air Station in Seattle and will do another at Puyallup.

At Sun Valley they had the fire works and it didn't bother me at all. What was really great is that I had wi-fi to use with the lap top so I was able to get my article done fast. It was sending it to our Web site as fast as I could type.

I'm not typing anymore, I'm dictating to Dad since I can't see the keyboard. If this keeps up I'll probably need a seeing eye cat or dog or person to lead me around. I'm not sure Dad will be any good at it since he can't see or hear much better that I can.

I called Uncle Andy and he is doing great. They are making new legs for him so he can walk better. I was wondering if I have a problem with my legs if they could make me taller. Then I could be as tall as the Saint Bernard's Dad & Mom had. I would be able to walk through the deep snow that we get sometimes---well only once that I can remember. (That is another thing that is going---memory) You can see the difference in size of them to me. And I'll bet that needle wouldn't hardly be that big for them .

We just did the Sand Point show and it was in a different building. We did not do too well but, we tried. 'Member when we did this show the last time I couldn't find any grass----well this time at the new building there was grass so I thought it was OK. This year we have had the best show and the worst show we've ever had. Boy!!!! I just can't figure out this Antique business.

Since I started this article (A week ago) my eyes have gotten worse. I can't see much at all. At night I run into things and Mom & Dad have to help me get around. Dad took me to the vet to have me weighed to see if I'm doing OK. I weighed the same so that was good. The vet was there and she looked at my eyes. She said that I am going blind and it is because of the "Dye-A-Beat-Us" thing. I might be able to get an operation to fix them but, the vet had just looked at another dog that had the operation and it wasn't working well-----so we have decided that we won't do that. The reason is that losing my eye sight came on so quick they can't probably fix them. And since my hearing is also going it makes it tough for Dad to let me run lose. I'm OK with it 'cause I have always ignored Dad most of the time.

We are going to do the Puyallup show except for some reason I don't get to go. Apparently, they have changed the rules and I cannot be there. I can't even be in the van, they don't want any dogs on the fairgrounds at all. Now, remember you can have cows, horses, chickens and pigs there but, NOT DOGS, I just don't understand that.

I will have more soon---I'm trying to get my article on faster than I have in the past. I just have to get Dad off his butt and type it.

KISMET

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I was able to lose 10 pounds in 2 months. 'member I weighed 35+ pounds at the first of the year. Well----------------I lost 10 somehow so--------Dad & Mom took me in to check and see why I was drinking so much water and slept most of the time. Plus I was dragging my butt. Well--------------------Guess What? I've got "die-a-beet-us" and I think I caught it from my Uncle Andy in St. Louis. That's what he has. And I'm worried 'cause he lost part of both legs and I would be on my stomach if that happens to me. Uncle Andy is really cool about it and I love him a lot, except when he calls me stupid. I’M NOT STUPID. I’ll bet I'm smarter than that "lousy-alps" Casper that lives with Uncle Andy. Oh! They are making legs for Uncle Andy so I figure they could make legs for me any height I wanted so I could be as tall as a St. Bernard. We did stay with Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol for a while this year, we’re gonna help them move. Me, Mom & Dad worked in the garage trying to sort things and it was really hot. (ED note: Kismet stayed in the house with Uncle Andy & Casper where the air conditioning was—she watched us through the window) (I did come out once. Kismet)

Back to my problem. Dad & Mom thought something was wrong and took me the Vet, they X-rayed me and poked me and took blood. I'm telling you it was really bad--the only thing they didn't do was stick that thermometer up my-------well---------you know where. Anyway, the Vet said I had to have shots of "Inn-So-Lynn" twice a day just like Uncle Andy. The worst thing about this is I can't share Twinkies and Oreos with Dad. Me & Mom are so mad at Dad 'cause he gets to eat this stuff and we can't. He never gains weight. We really don't like Dad.

Lets see----we were coming back from Atlantic City when I last wrote. And since then we have been all over the place. We did 4 shows in 4 weeks and went all the way back to Brimfield, Mass. It is over 3000 miles away from home and I had a tough time driving it. We did Spokane (no dogs allowed, I don’t know why we do that show) then San Mateo (dogs allowed) then on to Rochester, MN (dogs allowed) then to Brimfield (no dogs allowed--unless you wear a hat pulled down when you drive in). Ahhh! I wasn't there---ya can't prove a thing. We did pretty good at the show but, we didn't buy much. I got to go into some of the fields to help shop but I couldn't find much either. Since most of the stuff was on tables I couldn’t see a lot of things because I’m short.

Oh! Yah! When we were in Brimfield we rented a tent which was set up by the rental company, so it was solid and safe. On Sunday a wind storm came through and some guy's tent (10 x 20) on the next row went straight up and over to our row and broke the windshield of the van and knocked over some motion lamps and landed in the middle of the of the aisle in front of our tent. Talk about luck no one was hurt. The guy said that his friends had put in up which I thought was a lame excuse 'cause he didn't think he needed to pay for our windshield. (Besides his tent was not tied down). Anyway, Dad sent him a bill of what it was going to cost and we haven’t heard from him yet. I figure I’ll have to go collect for Dad. I’m sure that a small dog with no teeth will scare the heck out of him and he’ll pay Dad really quick.

OK---------we were home for a while. But, did find a show to do at Sand Point Naval Air Station in Seattle. We didn't do too good there. And it is a weird place hardly any grass around to use. I vote if we go there again we bring our own grass to pee on. OK, Mom pointed out to me that it was for airplanes to land and take off not for me to be able have grass.

We went down to do the PMA show in June. They moved it back into the old building that we were always in. Our booth was near the same place where the food was. I tried to go in and beg but Dad wouldn’t let me. (Did I tell you I don’t like Dad?) I won’t be there in Oct. We will be back East at the Atlantique City show so save the treats for Jan. ‘cause I’ll be back for that show.

We are now in Sun Valley doing the Hailey antique show and we are in the Armory. It is sorta cool inside and I am allowed inside for this show ‘cause they have a nice guy in charge of the place. So far the show is ok and we have most of the July 4^th day left to do. We get to stay over and watch the fireworks. Dad figures since I can’t hear very well the noise won’t bother me ‘cause I hate fireworks.

I'm tired so I QUIT.

This should bring us up to date on things unless I remember something else.

Kismet

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Does this scarf make my butt look fat?

(Don't answer that)

I had to go in again to the Vet and they weighed me and I'm 36 pounds. Which means I have to go on a diet. Dad says I'm too fat to jump into the van or up on the bed without help. Really, its because I'm just getting old and slow. I am 14 years old and not quite myself. Besides if I look sad and make a half-hearted attempt to jump into the van or on the bed Dad helps me up. But, I am going on a diet and plan to get into the other scarf soon. Dad reminded me that I weighed only 26 pounds when I came to live with them. Which means that I really pigged out for awhile. (Thanksgiving & Christmas was very good)

Dad says I have to go back to the Vet and get 2 teeth in front pulled this will make a total of 18 gone. I take 2 meds every month too make my gums better but, I guess it's not working. I hate having teeth pulled, they put me out and when I wake up I can't walk very well and fall down a lot-----Dad thinks this is funny 'cause I act drunk. I am getting even with Dad. At Christmas he did something to his back and it caused something to a nerve called a "sigh--attic" (I think). Anyway, he can't run and he fell down a few times, boy was that funny. Apparently, it made both feet go to sleep so he can't move well. We were at the San Diego show and the show only had an hour to go. This is a show that still doesn't allow dogs. Anyway, Dad had taken me out to pee and we were headed back to the Van. Now every time Dad took me out I would go back to the Van but, I knew that the show was almost over and I knew Dad could not move very fast so I took about 5 steps toward the truck then I turned and ran into the show and to the booth, which really faked Dad out, Dad tried to ran after me and fell 'cause his legs just don't work, it was so funny when he came limping back to the booth, me and Mom were waiting for him. I almost got into trouble but, Mom protected me. (I really love my Mom). And I got to stay in the show the rest of the time.

We went home and did 2 more shows at Puyallup & Tacoma Dome then we took a week off. Well------------sort of----I unpacked the van and sorted though all the boxes and to get things ready for the Portland show and a new show in San Mateo. Now I get to go into the Portland show no problem and Dad said I had to stay out at the new show. This is the same building that we do another show that allows dogs so I didn't really understand that. Anyway, I did not get to go in at the start but, Dad checked and found out that I could be in the show. So, I went in and got to see some of my old friends and made new ones. Again, back home to get ready for the Atlantic City show.

Before we did AC we did a show in Indianapolis, IN. and they are really dog friendly. I got to be in and see everyone and the Promoters came by the booth to see just me. I recommend this show to all dogs and everyone else 'cause it has great stuff.

We did Atlantique City show last weekend (03/27/04) and I got to be in the show. It was great I met all kinds of nice people and as usual Dad got mad at me for begging food off the neighbors. Well--------they were eating a sandwich that smelled really good. Dad had left our booth for a minute and I went over to visit and try to get something to eat. Dad came back and I got in trouble. They said that it was OK for me to be there but, Dad said that I needed to get back to the booth soooooooo!!!! I went back. Dad bums me out. My Aunt Mary flew in from California to see me. (OK--she came in to do the show and be with Mom & Dad to shop & help sell---Like I couldn't take care of selling).

We did the goodest, bestest show ever and I was responsible for doing it. I worked 2 days in setting up the booth and worked the crowd for the next 2 days selling and wrapping things. (ED Note: she slept most the time and mostly in the middle of the booth). OK------------so Mom did most the selling and Dad did some. I'm telling you, me & Mom always do most of the work and I do a good portion of the driving. We sold some stuff to a man that we had to deliver to North Carolina for him. Which was some what OK since I thought we were going to do a show in Des Moines, IA and I would be stuck in the Van.

We are now in North Carolina to shop at a large flea market and I'm stuck in the van which really sucks. I thought by not going to Des Moines I would avoid this. It was sort of sunny for awhile the later that day it did lighting & thunder and I hate that a lot. I was stuck in the Van while Mom & Dad had something done to their feet, I think it was called a "Peddy-Cure". We then headed to St Louis to See Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol and that white dog Casper the "Lousy-Alps". I did not get to see Uncle Andy 'cause he was in the Hospital and we were going to leave before he was going to come home so, I will see him in May when we come back.

We are now heading home and with luck I will be home to chase squirrels by Saturday.

Good news--------I managed to lose the one tooth that was loose so I told Dad that I don't have to go to the Vet. Unfortunately, Dad said that wouldn't work I still have to get check on other things & the other tooth plus some other things that I can't mention.

Kismet

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We are in Denver again this year. Guess what? It is cold and it snowed and I'm stuck in the truck 'cause they don't allow dogs in the show. Why we do these shows that don't allow really well-behaved, cute dogs I don't know. (Dad wonders how well-behaved I think I am--I am the best----well---------maybe).

OK! Christmas and Thanksgiving was the best. We went to Mom's Sister's place for Thanksgiving and I got more food than I needed (According to Dad). It's really pretty easy you just sit and look pathetic - people can't resist pathetic. We then had everyone to our house for a Christmas dinner and I got a lot more food. Then we had a party and I milked 25 some odd people for as much food as I could get. (Most of them thought I was cute which helped). And to end every thing we went to Mom's folk's place for Christmas and boy!! was there a lot of food. I gained about 5 pounds. (These may not seem like much but, when you only weigh 30 pounds its a lot). Since then Dad is worried 'cause all I do is look for food and really bug them for stuff to eat. That's why I am looking for a new home---one that will feed me more than where I'm at now.

Now during this time Dad said that I was acting really old and slow and lazy and sick and also working on my usual pain in the behind attitude. Well--------before Christmas we just worked around the house and there was nothing for me to do but sleep. Then Mom & Dad got sick so I had the sympathy sickness to help them. Then after Christmas I was hauling those extra pounds around - that's why I need more food - to give me the energy! Dad almost took me to the Vet to have me checked. (They did take me there to get a shot for my allergies--and then took me to the torture chamber to have me washed and groomed). They wanted me to look and smell good for Christmas----Ya know when I was on my own no one washed me or brushed me and I smelled just fine as far as I was concerned. (Editor's note---she did not----and---when we first washed her we found out about the skunk she had met).

During December we tried to make money by selling stuff on the Internet. In my opinion that auction stuff does not work very well. Now, my web site (OK!!! Mom & Dad's) is doing pretty good - but I'm sure people only log on to see my pictures and read about me. And I worked very hard to get our things on the site so you can buy them. I have typed and taken pictures and did explanations about everything and it wore me out. (Kismet slept most of the time and did not help at all except to get in the way and want us to let her out to chase squirrels and crows--Dad).

That's it---------l've had it with Dad saying that I don't do anything. I drove all the way to Denver. We went though snow and ice and other things and I had to take care of everything. Dad takes credit for all kinds of things--even stuff Mom does. If it wasn't for me and Mom, Dad wouldn't know where he was. I usually get even with him when we get to the Motels and make him get up at 2am or so to go out. If I do this a couple of times a night he treats me better.

I love being on the road and motels are the best. I am feeling better since we left home. There is so much to see and sniff at different motels and places we go. And its great 'cause I take my time to see things and drive Dad nuts waiting for me. Like Sunday Morning in Denver I found a slice of pizza in the snow - Mom found me and took it away - bum deal. Before they adopted me that would have been breakfast! Much better than the dog food they feed me (well we won't mention the steak bits and other leftovers they give me).

After Denver we are heading to San Diego to the Del Mar Fairgrounds for a show. Another show that doesn't let dogs in - what are they thinkin'?

Anyway - Happy 2004 - come see me and bring treats for me at shows near you!

Kismet

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I'm going deaf. 'Member when Dad wrote about how I use the 20 foot rule on hearing him or Mom. Well--------------------maybe its not that I'm ignoring Dad------its 'cause I really can't hear him. What the Vet said since I've been sleeping really sound is I'm losing my hearing. One of the things I don't hear now is the opening of a candy wrapper or the 'fridge door opening. So Dad figures I really cannot hear. I probably won't lose my hearing completely and it doesn't bother me but, Dad's having trouble with this because he has to yell so loud. Now, Mom's been saying that Dad's doesn't hear her but, she said its selective hearing he just is ignoring her or something. (Dad denies this but, I know).

OK------last time I wrote anything we were heading to York, PA to do a show. It was hot and they allowed Dogs so I was in a Air Conditioned building. Just great for me--and it was a OK show. We then went to our Publisher for a party. There was a ton of food and dessert. I really pigged out. The Schiffers said we could stay with them and had an apartment that was on the farm so we moved in for 10 days. We shopped the area, went to auctions and shops and went for walks with the Schiffers and the 4 dogs. (Please note: I got along with them) Me and the dogs chased deer and cats on the very long walks we all took and there was great stuff to sniff. We had a lot fun there can't thank Peter and Nancy enough.

We then headed to Brimfield, MA to do an outdoor show. Ya know I vote we don't do Brimfield anymore. We had to get up at 3AM, do you know what that does to a girls' beauty sleep? (Ed's note: she sleeps most of the time). (Kismet's note: I do Not!!!) We did this for most the week and would stay there all day. We did 2 different shows that week. The 1st one was a bust and it rained--the 2nd was better but, we had to set up in the dark went back to the hotel by 12am and got up before 3am to get back to the show and I had to hide in the van 'cause they didn't allow dogs--It was an outdoor show for crying out loud and in a Cow pasture to boot. I just don't understand some show places. We do shows at fairgrounds that don't allow dogs but, they'll let cows and pigs do things in the buildings but, we don't want dogs here 'cause they might do something. I know that I should go out and always tell Dad when its time - I bet a cheeseburger that pigs don't ask. One of the best things I got to see was Mom & Dad trying to put up a pop-up tent they borrowed from Aunt Jenny. This was the funniest thing I have ever seen. First they tried to get it opened and then started it up part way--it got stuck-they worked on it for about 1 hour before it was finally up. They got it better when we did the 2nd show.

We headed back home to get ready for 9 shows in a row. (We had just finished 8) The trip home was good - no problems at all--the Van just works great and its easy to drive--I do most of it-Dad does some and Mom fills in when she sees Dad start to go to sleep.

We did a quick turn around and headed down to the Cow Palace. (The last show there ever) Then we went back to Tacoma Dome (I had to stay home) Then over to Spokane, WA then home for a day. Then we went back to L.A. at Orange County. Then we went to PMA at San Mateo, CA. Then went home for a day and back to Portland. Then back home for a day and then down to Pomona, CA. Then back to Puyallup, WA and then home for part of a week and then back to Portland, OR and then home. Gads!! This wore me out. I just checked this out - we have driven 50,000 miles this year--no wonder I sleep all the time.

I got to sniff a dead seal - it was so cool--We decided to take the slow route up to San Mateo so we went up 101 and went on the beach at Cayucos and walked on the beach. There was sea weed and birds and bugs and a dead seal. Dad wouldn't let me stay to sniff it much but, I got to see it and lots of other things. I couldn't find anything to roll in this time and Mom & Dad were really glad. It just isn't a great beach day unless you can find something stinky to roll in - I'll do better next time.

We are now home for awhile. Oh! We went on a ferry boat to Mom's Sister's place for Thanksgiving dinner-my favorite time of the year. I got more food and dessert and just to make Dad mad I went out side and disappeared for awhile--Dad yelled and yelled but, I guess I just didn't hear him, he finally found me but, didn't get too mad at me. I really did hear him I just ignored him this time. I guess them thinking I'm deaf really works for me sometimes huh?

We are home doing things and don't have a show until next year. We may go to Denver the first of the year but, we don't know yet. I vote no because it will have snow and will be cold. I will let everybody know.

Christmas is coming and that means food-food-food. We have dinner at our house and then Mom's folks house and then Dad's grandkids at our house and maybe if I'm lucky we will have a party at our house too.

That's it for now I will try to get Dad off his butt to do this faster next time.

Kismet

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We are now on our trip into the Mid-West.

Monday: we drove all day.

Tuesday: we drove all day.

Wednesday: we drove all day.

Thursday: we drove all day.

ARGGGGGGGGH! Everybody must be as bored with this as I am sooooooooooooo!

I think I need to go back awhile and write about what I have been doing before we started on this stupid trip.

After we got back from the Mid-West trip we were home for about 5 days. It really felt good to sleep in our own bed. Well---I sleep pretty much anywhere in the house and that's what I did most of the time we were home. I did go out to get rid of the squirrels and crows. Dad & Mom worked long hours it wore me out just watching them.

We did the PMA show in California in June. I got to see my Aunt Mary, Aunt Joni, Uncle Craig and Aunt Jane. Boy----it was great for me. Everybody brought me stuff to eat and Dad let me go from booth to booth to see everyone. Usually, I have to stay in the booth and be good. Now---everybody knows I'm always good. OK----Dad won't agree with that but, then I don't care what he thinks. He really gets mad 'cause I will sometimes go outside without asking him. I know where I need to go and I don't need him to help. 'sides I always come back.

We then came back home for 2 weeks to get ready for the Portland Expo. This is one of our biggest shows for the year so we always go down on Wednesday. We had so much stuff in the van that there was barely room for me. But, it started sorta of bad 'cause Dad's Mom passed away that night. I liked her because she let me in her house and would pet me and said I was a good dog. (Ha! Positive proof I'm good--Grandma said so) We went to tell Dad's Father, he is at a rest home that allows dogs to come in. I really like it 'cause there is always food on the floor that I can find. The show was not the best and we went home to get ready for our Mid-west trip and Grandma's memorial service.

OK-----We got to Kansas City, MO to do the show. The place is great because they allow dogs. And it is air conditioned. Which I really like. Most the time when we are driving I have my nose at the vent. (I love the smell of freon in the morning) Dad sometimes turns it off and I get mad at him and stare at him until he turns it on. (Dad thinks he is so funny)

We then went to visit Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol and---Casper. I guess Casper missed me from May 'cause he would go into the room where we stay and sit on the bed. We had a great time there since they have treats and I can eat Casper's food when he isn't looking. When he found out the next time he ate it all in one sitting (to keep me from getting it) and threw-up all over the house. (Not my fault----OK I did tell him it would be cool to do that) We always had to stay home when they went out. They said it was for our safety since it was really hot and we might get hurt. I doubted that but, what choice did we have. Anyway, We're going back there after we do the next 2 shows. Even tho Uncle Andy calls me stupid and says my eyes don't match. (He really does like me)

Centreville, MI was next and at this one people kept asking Mom & Dad where I was until they finally let me out of the Van. They usually keep me in there until we are unloaded but, let me out early. (they got tired of hearing "Where is Kismet?") Its good to have a fan club & I have one at every show. I slept most the show under the tables 'cause some kid would come to the booth and see me and I just did not want to see anybody for most the show. On Saturday we were out shopping the show and there was a Cocker Spaniel that charged me but, was on a rope and did not reach me. (Almost broke his neck) Good thing 'cause I would have bit him. (Ya know how much I like Cockers) (Ed note: info on this will be in the Kismet's Achieves if Dad gets off his butt and puts it on line). We were heading back to the van to leave and went by a booth that had a small bull dog. He came out and looked at me and then for some reason came at me growling and tried to bite me. I was ready and nailed him on the nose and he backed off and hide. Dad found blood on my nose but, it was not mine. Sooooo----I got him really good. I didn't start it but, I finished it. (OK-----I might have said something under my breath but, Dad didn't hear me. Mom says that's because he's deaf.)

We are now in Rochester, MN getting ready for the Gold Rush show. We are here for 7 days in a motel. I will add more later.

Do you know how hot it can get in Rochester, MN? It was over 110 degrees in the building we were in. It was not fit for man or dog (especially me.) OK-------Mom & Dad tried to make things cool for me but, it was tough. They really suffered, so did I and everyone else in the building. I telling you I do not want to do a show like that again. As usual I was well behaved-----well---------sortof. I would drive Dad nuts by wanting to go out when I didn't need to and then at night would wake him up at 2 am to go out. I just love to do this. It does make Dad cranky but, all I have to do is hide under the tables and sleep and he can't get at me. We are now heading to York, PA to do a Toy & Ad show. We get to stop and see the dogs at our publisher of our books Schiffer publishing. They have about a ton of dogs. 4 adults and a mess of babies. Sometimes they like me and sometimes they don't. Gosh! I don't know why. I will also get to see Oscar and Uncle Ken & Aunt Mara. They now live in PA now and we will see them at the York show.

We have to go back to Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol to get some Rattan bar stools that we left there. We bought these stools in St. Louis and barely had room for them in the van. This gave me no room for me to sit on the cooler because this was the only pace for them to fit. To move around I had to go through them to get in the back or just to see out. We will get them in a few days and we still do not have room for them. My vote is to leave Dad or Mom to make room. Dad was voting for me but, Mom vetoed that so I guess we will try to make room for them. Oh and we also have an oak shelf piece we have to fit. I think this business is going to drive me crazy.

I will add more after York.

Kismet

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We are now in the Mid-West getting ready to do our 3rd show. This has been so tough on me I had to do everything to get ready to go and then the driving and checking for airplanes and cows and horses as we drive.

As I had said last time we were going to S.F. and then AZ & Texas. Well, we did all that and it was fun. Except it rained really hard in Texas and I didn't want to get out of the Van. Mom's folks had a good time so I thought it was a good trip 'cause they think I'm cute.

OK, after the trip we were home for about a week and we worked like crazy to get ready for the Spokane show. My job was to make sure there are no squirrels in the backyard (this also includes crows). I must say that I do this very well.

(I cannot get that last light to go down in the backyard. So---if you were keeping score there is still one left. Dad has it in the wrong place and I miss it when I chase squirrels. I did get the last of the tulips.)

Now I do know that I am very smart and I thought that Dad was too. But, we did the Spokane show and then drove home Sunday night and repacked the van and left Tuesday morning get to an auction on Wednesday night in Billings, MT and then be in Centreville, MI for a show Saturday & Sunday. If I had planned this I would have left from Spokane. This would have been less driving but, Dad didn't ask my opinion. Which leads me to believe that Dad is not as smart as he thinks he is or wants me to believe.

The auction was a bust-----stuff went really high so we really didn't need to go and could have stayed home for a day or two. We did get to see Uncle Dave & Aunt Nora so that was good. We used to see them in Denver but, now they live in Deer Lodge, MT. Uncle Dave used to help Dad with his race car. Dad raced sport cars but, this was before my time and maybe Dad will tell about it sometime but, since this is my space it won't happen.

Well---------we did Centreville and had a good time (well--I did---the people next to us like me and brought food for me). Ya just can't ask for anything more than that. We left there and went to Rochester, MN Gold Rush show which was so---so. We then went to Springfield, OH show--it was good on Friday and it rained on Saturday so it was sorta of OK. As far as the shows go since they allow dogs they are all good shows.

We decided to go to Adamstown, PA to shop since we had a weekend off before we went to Atlanta. We did stop in to see Mom & Dad's Publishers in Atglen, PA. I met their 2 new dogs and apparently made them mad so they caged 2 of them. I was innocent of course but, Dad still yelled at me. It rained like crazy at Adamstown so shopping was not great since most of the shows are outdoors.

I am taking medicine for allergies which makes me really hungry. So any time I think there is food around I'm on it. Well--------Dad threw some dental floss in the trash can, it had, I think, some food on it so I got it out. Mom caught me before I could do anything with it. Mom & Dad starve me all the time so if you want a smart, cute, lovable dog I'm yours for a cheese burger or two.

We just did Atlanta, GA show and boy it had been great 4 shows that allow dogs. I'm here to tell you I have never seen so many dogs. We set up on Thursday and there was a black Bouvier (Some kind of big French dog). Her name was Queeny which I thought was different. Anyway, she did not like me being there. Apparently, she felt I was invading her space. She was almost 12 years old and could barely walk. She had to be helped to walk on the slippery cement floor. So---during the day we were in our booth and some dealers from the booths around us were there and I had my back to Queeny when she managed to walk across the floor about 20 feet and tried to bite me. She fell down spread eagle on the floor trying to get me and I turned around and got her on the nose until they stopped us. She did surprise me but, didn't hurt me. Dad was impressed that she was able to walk that far by herself. Now you know I never start anything so I was innocent on this. For the rest of the show Queeny would stare at me and growl. But, she never tried to come over again. Good thing she didn't 'cause I'd of had to take her down again. (OK--she fell by herself but, I think it would be easy to knock her off balance.) We made good friends and had a good time. The show was OK.

We are now in St Louis, MO staying with Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol and that white "lousy--alps" Casper before we head to Kansas City, MO for a show. (A show that allows dogs). I will add to this as we go.

Kismet

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Kismet

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As I write this we are in Denver, CO. and as usual I'm stuck in the truck 'cause this show does not allow dogs. I'm am lucky that it is not snowing here otherwise I'd be freezing my tail off. But, Dad always makes sure that I am warm or cool as the case may be. I'm told that if I do have a problem I can plead DOGALABUSE and get Dad arrested or something like that. (Dad said all he would have to do is explain how I am most the time and nothing would happen to him--like I'm bad? Come on!)

We are going to do 4 shows this month and none of them allow dogs. I voted not to do any of them but, Dad said if I want to eat we gotta do them. (He should be careful 'cause I have lots of friends that would take me no questions asked). So we voted and Dad's didn't count because mine cancelled his out but, Mom's really counted and I lost.

To make the trip better we got a Big Ole' Ford Van. I like this better than the big cube van we had. It is warmer and it rides better--what more can you ask for. The only problem is that it gets better mileage so we only get to stop half as much - so I have to cross my legs more. Dad likes it because of the cruise control--he doesn't get cranky as much as he did with the big van. I'm trying to sell the Cube Van for them but, so far no luck--apparently some people don't trust sales dogs with 2 different colored eyes.

The holidays were realllllly good. There was just a ton of food. (and candy). I hurt myself pretty bad. It is the only way that I can get enough food to store up for the year---because Mom limits what I can eat.

OK-----we took a break from writing this. Actually, we did 3 shows since we started writing. Before we left Denver I got sick in the Van. (I usually get sick in California but, I guess just the thought of going there made me sick.) Dad said at least I got it over with and didn't mess things up too much. And guess what? I didn't sick in California.

We were able to shop in Colorado on are way to San Diego and did well. We went to Tucson, AZ to visit Mom's Sister & Husband. We had a great dinner as always (Remember she's the one that cooks Thanksgiving dinner.)

We went to San Diego to do the Del Mar show. As usual they don't allow dogs and to make matters worse I use to be able to be in during set up but, some overzealous guard said that I couldn't be there and threw me out. Dad wasn't sure why this guy was worried about me when he was not checking people for badges to be in there and there were quite a few people in there that weren't supposed to be. Sooooooooo what's wrong with a small dog.

The show was OK and we headed home as quick as we could. Dad's Mom was in the hospital and we had to check on her and see his Dad. Mom and Dad have been so busy doing shows and worrying about Dad's folks and of course me they are pretty much shot.

We got home and unloaded the Van (It wears me doing this) and re-loaded it with different stuff and went to Puyallup for the show. Now supposedly I am not able to be in there and Dad did not let me. OK, I got out of the Van twice before Dad shut the doors. Then after the show was over I found out I could be in. Apparently, they don't enforce it anymore Boy----was I mad. Dad said he didn't know about that but, I'm thinking he just didn't want me in the show.

Tacoma Dome was next and as usual they still will not allow dogs---much less coolers or food. I do get to go to the show but, I have to stay in the car and hope Dad comes out to see me. (Which he does every 2 hours.) This show was not great and I'm thinking I could have run the booth while Mom and Dad shopped.

Quick note: If you are still keeping track of how many yard lights are left working the count is now one and if things work out it may not last if I can get to it on the way to the squirrels and crows. We did have a silver gazing ball on a stand in the backyard but, it got broken. Now-------I know what you are thinking----but, it was not my fault, honest! A tree branch fell during the wind storm and broke it and the stand it was on. The squirrels said I did it but, I convinced Dad that I was inside asleep when it happened. (Dad is so easy he believed me, 'sides I gave him my "not me" look.)

I sold the truck for Dad. Some guy called and wanted it for construction work and I said it would work really well for that. I had to unload it into a storage shed we rented. Boy! Was that hard work we had a ton of stuff still in the truck and the 4 seats from the van. I was pooped after that. Well----so were Mom and Dad. OK---they did most the work but, I had to walk from the truck to the shed a lot. The truck is gone. Dad wanted more money out of it but, I told him to take what the guy offered. Besides, it would buy a lot of dog food. (I didn't even get a commission for my work)

We are now at the Cow Palace doing the show. I was bored most the day so I tried to see how many times I could get Dad to take me outside. I was working on every 45 minutes and trying to get to every 30 minutes until Dad said that's it. So, I haven't been out for 2 hours. I'll get even with Dad tonight and get him up at 2am or so to go out. Ya see, I can sleep any time and be OK, but, if I get Dad up a lot he'll be better to me the next day. People really like me here at the Cow Palace show. They think I'm good even tho Dad says I'm not. (They don't believe him)

From here we go home and get Mom's folks and head back down to S. F. and then to AZ and Texas. I'll have to do most the driving but, Dad will do some of it. I'll have more on this trip next month.

Kismet

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I want a new home-----I have been tortured for the last time. Dad & Mom took me to the Vet and had 4 more teeth pulled. (I have lost 16 teeth so far) I guess my gums are not getting any better so the roots of my teeth are showing and they have to be pulled. Now, we could have an operation to fix my gums (maybe) but, it costs a lot of money and Dad said at my age it ain't worth it. Also, since I don't chew my food Dad figures I don't need teeth. My Vet has the same problem with her gums but, she has more money than Dad and she has had an operation to fix her gums. Like I said I want a new home.

I am writing this is at the Orange County Fairgrounds show. I am inside the show. Well---------not supposed to be here (I think) but, there are lots of other dogs here so Dad brought me in. The guards didn't say anything so this goes down as a good show for me. However, while I'm writing this Dad was talking to some people about me being in the show and they wondered about dogs being allowed and Dad said dogs weren't supposed to be and since the Show Promoter was standing behind Dad we had to be careful. The Show Promoter was cool--he said that if the guards didn't say anything he didn't care if I was in the show. It just doesn't get any better than that.

I made new friends and had a good time. Lots of treats and people would rub my stomach and scratch my back. It was not hot in LA so I felt good most the time. OK, I did get sick a little but, I always get sick in California for some reason.

We are now driving up 101 and have stayed on the beach so I could run on the beach and chase Seagulls and find fun smelly things to roll in. (Mom yelled at me when I tried) (We are at the same place that 3 years ago I found some great smelling stuff--Dad & Mom just about left me on that one-we had checked out and they didn't have any place to wash me) We watch big birds and Seagulls diving into the water for fish. (I chase Seagulls but, they always try to get me to go out into the water--I'm smarter than that. I have heard that some dogs will swim out after them and drown) There was a little dog at the show I would have liked to have the Seagulls work on. It would bark and growl at me and started a fight with me and other dogs. I was good and didn't do anything. But, the lady that owned it wasn't too bright and would walk the dog around the show. They could've got us all kicked out because of the way that dog acted.

We are now doing 6 shows in a row--1 every weekend and we are heading to #5 in San Mateo, CA. I am just pooped from helping Dad drive. In fact I don't want to drive much more but, I'm told we may have to do 9 or 10 shows. If you have a cheese burger I'm yours. (An ice cream bar will help too.)

OK---let's get back to our trip into the Mid-West. After we got the truck fixed things worked well. We almost went to a show in Atlanta but, thought better of it. It was a long trip and we were tired when we got home. I slept for 2 days.

I worked really hard to get things ready for the trip we are on now. Well-----Mom & Dad helped some but, I did most of the work. Man----did I have the truck loaded. Dad figures I could run the booth at some shows but, I prefer to let them handle it.

I had to stop to have more abuse done to me. Since I have the bad gums I have to brush my teeth every night. (Well----Dad helps) Also, he sprayed me with stuff to keep me from scratching. I am apparently allergic to lots of things and it makes my skin itch. (Dad spent $400 plus to find out all the things) I even have to get special food. (Well-----all princesses have special food)

It is now getting close to Halloween and Mom & Dad want to dress me up in some kind of costume but, I won't wear anything but, my scarf, so they gave up.

Kismet

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As most of you have figured out Dad put the statement on the front page that said "Dad said he would change this next week." Apparently this covered us for a few weeks. However, I told Dad that most people wouldn't buy that for very long-----------so------I got him off his butt to write this.

I AM WRITING THIS AS WE TRAVEL. KISMET

We are in Kansas City, MO for a show--the first of three. It is hot--hot--hot--hot--hot. It is 90 plus degrees and we are in a air conditioned Motel room. However, I am creating havoc by wanting to go outside. Dad & Mom do not want to leave the room. I have been making noises, jumping on the bed and making like miserable for them for the last 30 min. I think we aren't going out until later tonight when it is cooler. Dad does not understand when I want to go out in the heat 'cause while I'm in the truck driving I get mad at him when he turns off the Air Conditioning going up hills. Hey!! If I have to be driving in the stupid truck I can at least be comfortable. I don't care how much gas it uses.

We have been driving in this heat since we left home Sunday. We went I-94 which has not much to offer for a Dog. There were cows, horses and sheep but, Dad & Mom wouldn't let me out to herd them. In fact they do not give me treats when I see cows, etc at all now. They tried to use treats to keep me quiet but, it didn't work for very long---so---they have stopped all together. I also used to get treats for spotting Airplanes but, that has ended also. I still look for planes, cows, etc. and point them out they are holding hard and fast on this new training thing.

(Quick note for you keeping track---There are only 3 lights left working in the garden. 3 out of 10. Keep count I plan to take out the last of them soon.)

We have just finished doing the show in Kansas City, MO. Hey!!! This is a great show they allow dogs. And it was air conditioned---Ya just can't ask for anything more. So remember this show it is called "The Flea" and we will be back to it (I told Dad that we should come back 'cause people there liked me) just check our web site for our show schedule. It was really hot outside during this show. It was almost a 100 and the "huge middy-a-t" was bad according to Mom. It was sort of bad on me but, Dad & Mom always make sure that I have air conditioning or something to keep me cool. Dad thinks they spend more money on me than on themselves just to keep me comfortable.

We went to St Louis, MO to stay with Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol and that "lousey alps" Casper. Dad & Mom think he is cute---me I really don't have an opinion on this. I put up with him just to make Dad & Mom happy. Dad & Mom & Uncle Andy & Aunt Carol went shopping every day and left me home with Casper. Things were OK---I didn't do anything to him and just slept in the bedroom most the time. I tried to make them feel bad for leaving me. I got sick one night just to make sure they didn't sleep so they couldn't shop very well the next day. And just before we left he tried to come into the bedroom where we slept and I beat him up a little until Mom stopped us. (Well OK it was a draw) Mom got really MAD at me and said that we were guest in the house and it was his house anyway. My thoughts on this is "SO?" (Got that answer from my Aunt Joanne) Or better yet all you dogs out there may use this phrase that Dad's grand daughter came up with "Not Care" However, what it amounts is "I DON'T CARE".

OK, we are heading to Centreville, MI to do that show so I am writing this as we go.

It was hot--hot--hot--in Centreville. It made us all tired and crabby. Dad & Mom were crabby I was my usual sweet self. The show was good and again I made new friends. I did get sick from the heat, at least that what Mom thought. Dad figures I just ate something bad again. As I have said before if you can make yourself sick people will feel sorry for you and take care of you and give you treats and things. I did like this show 'cause I could go pretty much where I wanted unless Dad yelled at me. (Which was most the time)

We then headed to Rochester, MN. We went up into peninsula to cross over at the top and down into Wisconsin & Michigan. We crossed over a BIG bridge. Mom said that we needed to stop and let me run on the shores of Lake Michigan which we did. It was great lots of things to sniff and water to get into. We then stayed on the shores of Green Bay. As we were getting close to Rochester the transmission on the truck started losing fluid. We got to the Fairgrounds and parked it for the weekend. We just had a new engine put in it 3 weeks ago and Dad said well------what else could go wrong to mess up the trip. YUP----the trans. The show was good----well------not until the last hour when we sold our soda fountain collection. Most of the time I did things that made Dad mad. On Saturday morning when they went to breakfast I got into the garbage. There was mashed potatoes and some chicken bones. Boy------did Dad yell at me on that one. I hid under the bed and would not come out. He had to pull me out. They were worried about the bones and didn't know what to do. Hey !! Remember I used to eat out of garbage cans so I figure I should be able to handle anything. As it turned out nothing happened. So, to get back at Dad I made him take me out a lot. Then on Saturday night about 6:00, I started pacing the booth and looking bored and restless. Dad finally told Mom to take me back to the Motel.

(Tired more later)

Kismet

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It was pointed out that I put the Expo show we did as May 2-3 it should have been March 2-3. It was Dad's fault he just can't hear very well. Mom says its that he can't hear us women or he ignores us. Dad claims we don't talk loud enough.

We went to the San Mateo show in California to do the PMA show. I love this show---people come and see just me and bring me things and food. Grand Ma Mickey brought me an afghan she crocheted. It is really great and will keep me warm when I have to stay in the car.

Now, I usually do what Dad wants me to do (Well----maybe not) and he went out to the trailer for something I went along. Then I decided that he might make me stay there so I headed back to the booth. Dad yelled at me to come with him but, I couldn't hear him (I use the 20 foot rule---If I'm more than 20 feet away I can't hear him). When I showed up at the booth Mom asked where Dad was and I said I didn't know. Later a customer came into the booth and said she saw me outside heading into the show and some man was yelling at me, I just tried to look innocent (which I am most the time). My Aunt Mary says I'm good all the time and brings me food and treats and says I can come live with her if I want.

Last 2 times we were in California I got sick. This time after the show I got sick again but, it was in the truck while Dad & Mom were in having dinner. This time I did not throw up but-----well----you know----anyway I hit Dad's seat and Mom's seat and the rug in the middle that I sit on but, pushed the afghan on the floor so it was OK. (Didn't want to upset Grand Ma Mickey). Ya know Dad & Mom were really good about this and didn't holler at me or nothing. They were so nice to me and worried about what was wrong. We headed home the next day and I was fine, just wanted to be out of California.

We have been home for a long time now. The most days in a row since I can remember. This has been great for me as I can sleep a lot and chase squirrels & crows at my leisure. I have kept them pretty much in the trees and not on the lawn. If I could climb they would be in big trouble. However, the best I can do is stand on my hind legs which puts me about 2 1/2 feet in the air---not a chance in getting a squirrel or crow to come down that close. They are either to smart or to scared to get near me. Dad figures they are just sitting up in the trees laughing at me. He said if I would just breath on them they would pass out from bad breath and I could catch them. Did I tell you I don't like Dad very much?

Dad and Mom fixed the back yard up awhile ago. It has grass, flowers, a water fall and pond. Dad also put in 10 lights to show of the garden at night. Now------these lights are plastic and really explode when you hit them going for a squirrel or crow. According to my count I have taken out 6 of the 10. Dad gets mad when I do this but, they are in the way. They use to have tulips out there but not any more. (they explode better than the lights--nothing like a tulip flying through the air). Mom liked the tulips and gets absolutely furious with me. (I just hang my head and look sorry----works every time.)

We did a garage sale here at the house----I work hard trying to get people to buy things but, it didn't work. I did help Dad clean the garage and arrange it so he could find things. This wore me out so I slept a lot and let Dad do most of it. We still can't find things in the garage 'cause its so full of stuff. Dad was trying to make room so he can get a car back in to work on it. (Mom says it will never happen) We also cleaned Dad's Art room and that took us 2 days----I was on my lips after that there was so much to do and clean I was pooped and had to sleep for hours.

We went down to Portland, OR to spend the weekend with Dad's son and family. The reason we went is Dad had a birthday and turned really old. Now----I'm about 11 years old in people years so that is about--lets see----maybe 60 in dog years---crap!! I'm as old as Dad. I can still run faster than he can and I don't complain about things hurting when I get up. Dad says I get to sleep more than he does but, so what! I'm allowed--I'm pretty sure I work harder. Well------I had to put up with that "Lousey Alps" dog and that "I-rush Setter" but, they were put outside so it was great. (I could look out the window at them and laugh). While we were there and we also had to go to basketball games and soccer games. Dad had fun I thought it sucked. Couldn't run anywhere or go into the gym to see people or anything. OK---I did get to be out at the soccer games and run some but, it just wasn't the same. I was on a leash most of the time and to make matters worse there were other dogs. So, I did my best to cry, whine and make a pest of myself just to get back at Dad & Mom for having to be there. For most of you dogs out there this is a art form and takes years of practice. I have it down to a science now and Dad gets really mad at me but, fortunately I didn't push to far or I would have ended up in the car. (I always time it just right).

Oh! I forgot---before we went down Mom took me to the torture place--you know---I got a bath and cut. So, on the way to Portland I did my--"I gotta go please" dance and we stopped at a freeway off ramp. I was checking out the place and found something really good to roll in---Dad yelled at me to stop and when I came back to get in the car he wouldn't let me in----apparently, I didn't smell to good and he had to wash me again. Then we had to stop at a Target store to get some other stuff to clean me with and put some perfume on. Now---I thought I smelled OK but, not according to Mom. She wouldn't have anything to do with me and they almost left me beside the edge of the road. I promised I wouldn't do it again---but, just in case I crossed paws to cover what I said.

We are now getting ready to start on a road trip with a bunch of shows. Spokane, April 26-27-28, Rochester, MN May 10-11-12, Springfield, OH May 17-18-19 so if you want to see me check out the show schedule and it will have our booth number. Spokane I have to stay in the car but, the others I can be in the booth so look for me please and bring treats.

Kismet

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OK----we have pretty much established that Dad can’t count since it has been more than 30 days since he said he would change my article. (Mom says that Dad has a whole box of “round to its” ‘cause he always says “I’ll get a round to it”) (He still insists that he didn’t say they would be in a row)

Christmas and Thanksgiving was the best—tons of food, candy, food, cake and turkey-turkey-turkey. I must have gained 2 or 3 pounds. Now this might not seem like much but since I only weigh about 31 pounds it shows on my hips and stomach. A girl has to watch her figure. Dad said that the St Bernard’s they had, didn’t have a problem with a couple of pounds but then one of them weighed 250 pounds so you figure it out---2 pounds wouldn’t even show.

We started out after Christmas heading to Denver by way of Las Vegas. We went there to spend New Years with Dad’s grand kids, son and wife. This might seem to some as a vacation but I have never had one so I’m not sure what that is. (Neither do Dad & Mom). We were there for a few days and I did not get to see the inside of a Casino or any of those cute male show dogs that are there. And to top it off I had to stay in the hotel room most the time. Now---you all know that on New Years they set off fireworks at midnight and I’m here to tell you that I hate fireworks. I hate ‘em—I hate ‘em---I hate ‘em. They hurt my ears. I did survive but I let Dad & Mom know I didn’t like it.

OK---Denver was the next show and as usual no dogs allowed. What is the deal? I vote we give up shows that don’t allow dogs. But then on the other hand it pays for the dog food and other things so I will put up with those shows. Dad was nice to me and bought a pass to park up on a dock inside the building so I could be closer to the action. It was freezing and it snowed one day. This makes it cold on the tail feathers when you have to squat. Denver was kind of an OK show it seems that people are just not buying like they use to.

We left Denver and headed to San Diego where it is warmer. The show was at the Del Mar Fairgrounds—now they allowed dogs in during set up but I could not be in during the show. However, customers could bring their dogs to the show. This is a double standard if I every saw one. So-----my recommendation is if you can talk your owners into taking you to the show great------but don’t have them go do the show ‘cause you will have to stay in the car.

We decided to go to Los Angeles for the week.