About The Diva

I'm not the sort of girl to brag, but I think I look pretty good in this picture.

My role in Baskerville Manor is to to take up as much space as possible, eat the compost in the flowerpots, redistribute the contents of the bin and encourage my mom to put her boots away.

I've had my own Facebook account for some years, and now my mom thinks I'm ready to tell my story on my very own blog. There's an option here to support World Wildlife Fund, so if you love animals, please visit The Diva's Page often and click the panel to the right.

I'm cheating a bit with the top picture, I only ever look like that after a day at the spa. My preferred look is a little more casual.  My favourite pastimes, after chewing  any of my Mom's possessions, are:

Rolling in badger poo

Taking nice long drinks of water, sticking my face in the flowerpot, then attempting to kiss the nearest human

Rolling in fox poo

Stealing Timmie's food

I’m a jailbird

• I’m a jailbird (bailed out of the pound six times in one year)
• I’m gorgeous
• I like to eat books
• I’m beautiful
• I like to eat boots
• I’m adorable
• I like to eat spectacles
• I’m the biggest, furriest girl in Baskerville Manor

About the jailbird thing.  I started life somewhere outside Dublin. My first owner didn’t take much care of me, so I basically lived in a shed and had puppies, and did nothing else. I was never house trained, or taught to walk on a lead, or come when I was called. I never got to play with anybody.

I was rescued by a kind family who took me in and did everything they could to make me healthy.  But they only had a small house, they had kids and there was already a Weimaraner living there. There was not a lot of space. While I really, really, liked them, I needed to get out and see the world.  As I am not a very street-wise girl, this lead to me being arrested and jailed six times.  Jason, the dad of the house, bailed me out every time, but I could see he was getting worried.

All it’s cracked up to be

Tell us about a time when everything actually turned out exactly as you’d hoped.

Izzy’s first visit to the groomer.  When Izzy landed in my life, she looked more like a Yeti than a dog.  Her coat was so matted, it felt like carpet. The first picture shows her after a marathon two-day brushing session where I managed to release her tail from its furry trap. Can you imagine, the hair on her rear end was so long and tangled, she was unable to wag her tail.  What you can’t see in that picture is the matted hair that was squeezing the circulation out of the tips of her ears, or the nasty rash she had because her hair was so filthy. On top of everything else, she stank to high heaven.

In the second picture you can see her after she got her #1 summer short back and sides, a different dog.  She turned out even better than I had hoped. That’s the first time I got a good look at her beautiful eyes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up to Be