How Guud is this?

Once again, the olds dragged me out in my slumber to the legendary Guu Otokame. The bestest izakaya joint in town... supposedly. Whether this is true or not is up to you to decide for yourself, but the restaurant did manage to convert my non-believer Granny G'Ann'T. I think she actually enjoyed it. As usual I was shoved in the corner in my car seat. Hmmm not sure about that. I suppose it is to be expected while I still have no teeth and no etiquette training.

However, I did manage to get myself some grub too; thanks Mama. mmmmmmmmmmmm... but mostly I kept schtum -"a kid should be seen and not heard!"- and bided my time with just a couple of yelps and squirms. Guys you owe me big time!!

...back at the ranch and it was all cuddles (and food time)...

and washed down with Papa's galactically gigantic gin and tonics...

...well fancy that! guzzzling a giant G and T with Granny G'Ann'T. Look at that! It's half the size of Granny. Unfortunately, Granny G'Ann'T had to go back home. ho hum. I'll see her at Christmas too. In the meantime, my aim is to stay cool...

...my future's so bright, I gotta wear Daddy's shades.

yeah man. Peace.

the

Lady Maya D-T

Make Mine a G' ann 'T

No sooner did Lola Mila leave than Granny G'n'T arrived. How cool to be the baby baton in the grandmother relay race? I hope it never ends. Here is where I met Granny G'n'T for the first time.Yesterday we woke up, the sun was shining, the cats were whining, Steve and Joanne -loverbird hosts of the wine oysters in the sky party- came over with their nuclear fallout hangovers so we had Daddy's world famous bacsilog to try and cure them. My Daddy has such healing hands and a big frying pan.

Afterwards everyone felt so fat they decided to take me out for a spin in ma wheels. We hit G-g-g-g-g-g-Granville Island and swung round to Vanier Park. Here's Mama and Granny G'n'T pushing me onwards at the end of False Creek. That's Burrard Bridge in the background.As we walked we saw a crowd gathered round a tree. They didn't have Birkenstocks or beards, nor were they hugging anything, so we figured something must be up. Sure enough up in the tree was a pair of bald eagles just hanging about pruning and preening themselves; hustling their crowd of onlookers. Papa got quite a good photo of one of them.
... that was great, but Papa says we have lots of bald eagles around town, especially down by the trees near the beach. So after that we went home...

...and tucked into some real G and T!!! Well I didn't, obviously. But they, the oldies and the golden oldies, did. In fact they had so much Number 10 is more like number 5 now.

Wow! You should have heard them snoring that load off. Except MamaSam and me, of course.

Time for bed again so I must sign off....

...may your limes be juicy and your tonic water fizzy.

bye for now, Missy Maya D-T

Lola Mila

As you may or may not know, my Lola was staying with us for a bit. I don't know how long it was exactly, as I'm not very good at judging the concept of time yet. I just know it was long enough for us to bond really well. Here is my Lola Mila and me chatting on the sofa..

...and chilling on the sofa...

...and of course sleeping sometimes.We did loads of other things too, like eating at fine restaurants, walking to fine restaurants, bathing after being at fine restaurants, a little bit of shopping and even a party or two.

We enjoyed being with each other so much we hatched a plan for us run away to the UK. I don't know if you remember, but it was so cunning, you could pin a tail on it and call it a fox. Somehow Mummy and Daddy must have found out about Lola Mila's plan as they came with us to the aeroport to scupper any chance of sneaking off. I think Lola forgot the bottles of milk too.

Ho hum, so it didn't work out this time, but there is always next time.

It was sad saying goodbye to Lola, but I'll get to see her soon at Christmas when the folks take me to Blighty to see my cousins. Maybe we can plot something then.

thanks for coming to stay Lola. I love you,

YYYYY MAYA D-T YYYYY

Leaping Prawns and Leprechauns

Here in Vancouver, there are many peoples from around the world, especially Asia. The oceans around here are abundant with seafood and fresh Alberta beef is just four mountain ranges away. This combination makes for some great dining, be it steak oscar, Izakaya, Korean BBQ, big BC burgers, super fresh sushi and sashimi, fifty-five flavours of Pho or 101 PinPin pork dishes....

...oooooooooooooohh I can't wait to get me teef. So it was the olds took us all to Guu Otokame, a cool Izakaya joint in touristy Gastown. It was Tita Linda's birthday and Lola Mila's treat; but everyone enjoyed it. Apparently it is the black cod that it is to die for. The greedies (me not included) ordered it at least 78 times. The seared sashimi salad was obviously another hit. Can you believe it they even had prawns that were so raw they leapt about on the plate, nearly? wow.In fact, Lola Mila loved it so much we went to Guu with Garlic the next week with Amori and her folks. Amori took this wicked photo of us all watching the leaping prawn; honest. Ok so the greedy olds were just ordering more fud.

You may have suspected already, but I think the leaping prawns must have given Daddy an idea or something. First Mama dressed me up, then Papa decides I looked like a leprechaun. As you all know, he full of 'interesting' ideas. Actually I just think he's as daft as a stoned monkey. Anyways, this is cute; apparently......Give me strength. I guess you can't always pick your parents!!!!

Thanks Louie for me tag. Gotta go now...
..yeah..

Party Girl

P - A - R - T - why? Coz I gotta!

So no end of fun round here these days. Had another party. As it should be. Annie the (self-styled) neighbourhood Granny organised a top bash just for me.

I was weighed at the start to see how heavy I had become. A bit rude I thought, but everyone seemed to think my weight gain was definitely an achievement. We played pass the baby and opened tons of pressies, all for me. Yay.

Not to mention the food. Get a look at that juicy cake.


None for me of course, but it kept the old fogies quiet for ten minutes. Nice to see some oooohs and aaaahs focused on something other than me. Fortunately it didn't last for too long either...


...but can you blame 'em? Damn I'm good at cute. Although, mostly, I was sleeping for that party, it once again reminded me Mam of having to carry home me Pop (and vice versa, so Daddy says). Thanks Annie and everyone -Petra, Mrs Bayer, Jean, Isobel, Tita Linda, Lola Mila and of course Gordon- for a fan-dabby-doozy party.

Hey it's tiring work socialising all the time. Here, I am in Gordon's arms, but Lola and me got our heads down on the couch for a few zeds. Right in fornt of everyone too. hehehehe my cool jetlagged Lola... Hope she doesn't mind me telling everyone.

Ach what the heck, as Oscar Wilde would say: “Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party”

More gossip later.

Missy Maya DT

How to kidnap a napping kid...
...cooooooool.
My Lola arrived in town a couple of days ago. She came from a long, long way away and says we are going to run away together. It sounds really exotic where she lives; they drive backwards down the street and speak funny like Ma and Pa. My Granny lives there too, so I could have Lola and Granny spoil me rotten forever. The above picture is the historic moment of our first meeting, when the plan was hatched. I think Tita Linda is going to help us, here Tita Linda and I are scheming away on the sofa. I know it looks like I'm napping, but I'm just thinking very hard.

Originally the plan was to disguise me as Lola's pet bear, but I don't think allow bears on the aeroplane. The pink and white stripes might have aroused suspicion too...
So, in a moment of pure genius, we have changed the plan into a simpler one: it looks like the best way to achieve it is to fool the olds into thinking Lola is returning home on a different day. She will then 'look after' me straight after a feed and check in for the flight over the phone. I will then secret myself into her carry-on luggage, call a cab and make a break for it...

...so if you UKishers see me before December, you ain't seen me, right? If you you know what I mean.

Party at Maya's

Hahahahahahaahha... Ma and Pa said they like to party. Cooool. So I had a couple of pals round the other Saturday. It was great to have them over even if I did kip for most of it. No surprises there then; as Dad would say, chip off the old block.

In all fairness, Noa, who can walk now, could even tire out Roadrunner. Beep beep She is so fast the camera can rarely catch her...




...Here she is at home time, pausing long enough for her Mama to slip on some shoes. Having everyone over was worth it just to see Daddy nearly need to raid my diaper collection when Noa tempted Mango into killing her toy. It was really scary as she was at severe risk from claw attack. It was all ok in the end, but the old man was looking paler and greyer than usual. Few surprises that Amori and I slept through it all. Having said that...

...she can really pull it out for the camera when it matters though; 'nuff respect girl. Can't wait for the next party ladies.

Laters

Missy Maya DT

PS No Kokanees were consumed by me in the making of this shot.

Cats, Rats and Naps

Another day older and another day wiser. Maybe I was being paranoid, but when I first arrived at this place called home, the cats seemed hostile towards me. There are two cats here. Mango is black, white and fat and Coco is the 'unfortunate looking' one.

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You may remember the shot of Mango the cat raiding my Moses bed and me mentioning how he was staring at me with hunger and hostility. While I am far from relaxed around them -it cuts both ways- we have definitely found some common ground. For example, we are all furry freeloading narcoleptics...

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...see Coco having a go in my chair bed.

...or mango lazing on the front deck in the late afternoon sun.

Best of all is when we are all get stuck into testing the old dears ability to not sleep through the night with our feeding and 'other' needs. I think Mango is especially interested in my vocal approach to stating my demands. Although when it comes to 'other' needs I absolutely refuse to share the cat litter, despite Papa's suggestions that it might help save the environment.

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The good news is that we are all trying to get along. The other night Mango brought me a live baby rat to try and show me how to catch my own food. I wasn't all that impressed as I have no plans to go and catch my own food anytime soon. The old folks were even less impressed and made him stay outside on the deck with it until the hunting lesson was over (ie the rat died). Granny was so unimpressed she said she might not come and visit!!!

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Poor Mango never seems to do the right thing, no matter how hard he tries. However, it is good that we have bonded so that we can share our passion for warm places to sleep.

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time for a snooze,

Missy Maya D-T