MangoMinster 2010 Entry #2

Dear RH Mango and Judge Ike, I humbly submit my little big sister's entry to MangoMinster 2010 :

Your Name: TaiChi (aliases include “Snaggle-puss”, “Pizel-Butt”, “Princess Feet”, “Little Old Lade-ee" (you have to sort of yodel that one) and “YOUR dog”)

Gender: Female

Group: Bad Sports

Your breed: Dust Bunny Miniature Poodle

Your bloggy address: That would be this bloggie.

I think if you biggify the picture, you might see some of Mr. Bufus' food on her snooter...


Now I know that you are thinking that there is No Way that this cute little fluffy 17-year old lady could be in the Bad Sport category. But let me tell you, underneath that innocent-looking face is the brain of a scheming and cunning Mastermind. If SPECTRE was still around, TaiChi would be running the world, and having 007 bringing her filet mignon on a silver platter. Being as old and venerable as she is, she has learned a lot of sneaky tricks, and has done very well in passing them along to all of her charges over the years (and I think that she should get extra points for not only being devious and sneaky, but for being a mentor to others). What, you ask, could she possibly do at her advanced age and at a mere 14lbs? I’ll give you the short list:

Sneaks into Mr. Bufus’ lair and eats all his food;

Sneaks her snooter closer and closer to Dad’s dinner plate while he is eating until he gives her tasty tidbits;

Steals food off Mom’s dinner plate when she’s not looking;

Convinces Dad that Mom hasn’t given her a treat for going outside, and thus gets ‘double-treated’;

Gets under Mom’s feet while she’s making dinner and waits for anything that might ‘accidently’ get knocked off the counter when Mom is trying not to trip over TaiChi;

Bites the hand that feeds her (Dad has the scars to prove it);

Refuses to eat her own food, and then will eat of Mr. Bufus’, Dad’s and Mom’s;

Suddenly, and without warning (but with complete malice of forethought) piddles on the floor;

Pretends she’s blind and walks over Mr. Bufus and into food/water dishes, and yet can find Dad’s dinner plate with No Problem;

Pretends she’s deaf until she hears the treat bag being opened (from two rooms away);

Has always decided when she wants to listen to you (which is pretty much only when Mom calls ‘Dinner Time’), and when she doesn’t (which is pretty much the rest of the time);

Stamps her feet, spins in circles, and whines under the dinner table until someone slips her a snack, thus inciting a riot among the rest of us;

Demands to be carried, despite the fact that (when she chooses) she will wander aimlessly around the house for hours on end;

And that’s just the short list. I could go on and on. And yes, I have A LOT to learn from this Criminal Mastermind. She is my hero; I want to be just like her when I am old and venerable!


*kissey face*

-Fiona