A Humble Mahalo!

Today dear friends is what we call "Thanksgiving."  I know that my Aussie roots don't know this holiday although my Aussie family does celebrate.  Go Colts!!  But I've learned that it is a day that Daddy stays home, my brother and sister have no school, and there are LOTS of great smells in the house.  And everyone is saying "Thank you" a lot...

So.....to get into the groove, even a Princess like moi can be thankful for lots of things in my young life.  I'm six months old now by the way and I am STILL waiting for presents (but I digress)....

I am most thankful that my Daddy found my wonderful Aussie Mom almost a year ago.  From their first cell phone call when Aussie Mom was coming back from a rowing tournament, they have remained in constant contact and I know they were together across the ocean every step of the way from my conception, birth, first 8 weeks of life (Thank you Sam for not sitting on me!), to my horrendous trip across the ocean in that noisy tin box, to finally being in Daddy's arms.  Daddy still is in contact with her almost every day.  Thanks, Aussie Mom, for telling Daddy NOT to hand feed me anymore....but I forgive you.   Seriously, what Princess could've asked for a better beginning!?

I am thankful that Aussie Mom is somehow connected to Dr. Rob (they sure seem awfully friendly???) who knows sooooooooo much about us four-legged Princesses!  What a true gift to be connected to him...what a find?!  I know I'm so healthy because Aussie Mom and Dr. Rob are in cahoots.....

I am thankful that my brother Dig B landed in an awesome home (Aussie Mom sure does pick 'em huh?) where he gets to get dirty every, single day! And run after sheep and everything!

I am thankful for my wonderful family....Daddy, Papa, Sophie and Eli treat me quite well thank you.  Some people say I am spoiled rotten---don't know if it's the three water beds, the gourmet food, the 15 different types of treats, the expensive hair dryer, or my fabulous new daytime dog suite? But I say "let them eat cake!"  I love the ocean, the breeze that blows through my house, riding in Daddy's truck, and playing, playing, playing.

But most of all I'm just thankful that I just AM....I'm allowed to be my best, play, run, lob, and just BE....I'm most humbled.  And for a Princess THAT says a lot...

And now it's my turn to say "Happy Thanksgiving!" to all my friends and fans....

Me and my Throne....

Finally!   I finally received my throne...being a Hawaiian Princess, I expected no less.  It just took Daddy a while to "allow" me (read: GIVE IN) to me being adorable and sitting in this marvelous chair.....As Goldilocks says,....."It's JUUUUST right!"  (And it's even (okay, used to be) WHITE!!!!  Oh, and I did get a bath right after this....

Woe is Me!!! The Pain, the Pain....

Okay this last week was traumatic for me....not a good one.   Bottom line--I was sick.  And it was even more traumatic because Daddy was a WRECK!!!  Daddy thinks it was the swimming pool at the dog park or that yummy (he calls it disgusting) water feature in the pot by the front door which I do oh so love very much.  Whatever it was, I got some sort of bacterial infection and my tummy was--to put it mildly--not so good.  

We went to the vet....I was very happy to see them.  Don't know why considering that they performed my cosmetic surgery there, but then the excitement was just too much....Here I am waiting for Dr. to come in...

I was all pooped out.....literally and figuratively.   Daddy was beyond himself with worry and I got whatever I wanted.  I could only eat little bits of water and food. And Daddy had to stick his fingers down my throat and give me "pills."  NOT very Princess like if I do say so.    He called them canapes but I wasn't fooled...

Well within a day of the medicine I felt oh so much better, but I was seriously liking the pampering.  So between you and moi, I faked just a little.  After all, I am a Hawaiian Princess!  Daddy let me do whatever I wanted and was ESPECIALLY giddy once I had a solid "you know what."  I've never seen him so happy!

He was so happy I was feeling better, he didn't even blink when I went into a flower pot after a rain storm and ended up looking like.....

Notice my tiny paws...I'm particularly proud of them!  I was a mess and very happy.  Of course, Daddy bathed me promptly and now I look like this...

Frankly (and I'd never tell Daddy this because his feelings will be hurt)....I like the "before" better.  I know I smelled better.

P.S.  My beloved fish water pot now has wire across the top....Darn the irony!