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November 15, 2005:

"The Nashville predators are awfully....tiny for predators," noted The Scottish Geisha in a moment of dry humor.

It was true, several of the Predators topped out the scales at a mere five foot eight or nine, appearing as downright miniscule next to such big men as the Sharks' defenseman Kyle McLaren.

"Surly is having another good season," The Scottish Geisha noted happily. "What a nice young man, to help out the new goalie," she added.

Apparently a freak blade flip flopped the puck into the Shark's net when helped rookie Nolan Schaffer moved behind the net to turn aside the puck.

"That dear boy would have beat himself up horribly if Surly hadn't come to his rescue," The Scottish Geisha recounted of the Sharks vs. Predators game that ended in an OT win for the Sharks.

Surly, it seems, at least according to The Scottish Geisha, has become 'such a grown up boy'. Helping out new players and offering advice and support seems to have put Scott Hannan (aka, Surly) into a whole new category of admiration for The Scottish Geisha. "You people are to leave Surly alone," she admonished and not for the last time. "He is under tremendous pressure with his new role as grown up team. Now he has to help out all the rookies and new players while still playing at his usual high level."

The Scottish Geisha's continued and growing admiration and defense of (where did he get so darn lucky) Hannan continued to mystify those who called the offices of TTL their work home.

The Scottish Geisha's beloved daughter, The Little Princess (TLP) noted that rookie Nolan Schaffer was understandably twitchy.

"Just like Jazzy, VIP's beloved Welshie," she observed, mimicking his quirky side-to-side, head-to-head, body motions: Squirrel-Squirrel-Puck-Puck (head-head-shoulder-shoulder-twitch-twitch).

Hence the brand new word: Squirrelpuck which apparently only Welsh Springer Spaniel pups and certain NHL hockey goalies respond to or understand.

"I think" The Scottish Geisha said, "That you have started a new trend."

Squirrels of the world, beware.

Oh and pucks should watch out too.

August 28, 2005:

"How can you," she intoned. "Just sit there when all has fallen to ruin?"

And she wasn't referring to the City of Gondor either.

Seems VIP had called with an emergency. Jazzy, beloved puppy Welsh Springer Spaniel, had been having a bad time of it.

"All she wants to do is tree imaginary squirrels," lamented the Scottish Geisha. "That and indulge in....Spaniel drama."

Ah yes, Spaniel drama. It had taken us some time to understand that phrase, 'Spaniel drama'.

"This is clearly something only parents of Spaniels can understand," The Scottish Geisha said loftily.

It was true. The Scottish Geisha spent endless effort with VIP disecting the latest...incident.

"I just don't know what happened," she sighed. "One moment she was frolicking on the bed, as darling as ever. The next? Having a melt down of Spaniel proportions."

Turns out the pup got upset because her father, VIP's husband took off to run an errand.

"Normally, Jaay adores her little play dates," The Scottish Geisha related. "But she had such a bout of puppy separation anxiety that we just didn't know how to calm her down."

VIP had other ideas. "My dog is one giant spoiled baby," she said. "She wants her way and she's a Velcro dog, period."

The Scottish Geisha sighed and shook out her magnificant reddish mane.

"Be that as it may, Jazzy is obviously going through a...delicate emotional period. She needs more attention and some finessing to manage her moods. She's still just a baby."

VIP raised her eyebrows and frowned, a neat trick in itself. "Yes, that's it. That's precisely WHY little Miss Precious gets her way. She knows how to use her adorableness to manipulate those around her."

"Oh, I don't think she's being that way on purpose. Remember, my daughter has a cat. Now Baby Thuddwhacker, now he is manipulative. Jazzy is simply...sensitive and needs a lot of attention."

VIP wasn't fooled by this. "I want to hear you say that at four in the morning when the adorable, precious and yes sensitive baby that she is decides she needs to play," VIP remarked drily.

The Scottish Geisha shook her head, "Was there ever more Spaniel drama than this?" she wondered.

We didn't disagree.

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Chapter 823, Installment 1829: Life Without Hockey

The Scottish Geisha was in a constant state of distress.
"There is no life," The Scottish Geisha declared for the millionth time. "Without hockey."
We decided not to comment because any response from us seemed to make the situation worse.
"And dear, dear Surly," she went on to say, to no one in particular. "A young man with all that....energy. Surely he is missing his profession, such a fine physical outlet at that."
 Knowing that Surly was more than capable of four dates in one night, we declined again to comment.
The NHL hockey lock out was wearing thin on everyone. And hockey season had not even officially started.
"This legal mess must simply be over and done with by Nov. 17th," The Scottish Geisha stated dramatically.
November 17th?
The look we received in return could have curdled fresh cream.
"November 17th, you buffoons, is the date the Sharks are scheduled to play against the Detroit Red Wings," The Scottish Geisha replied coldly.
Ah yes. Shanahan. The Scottish Geisha's most detested player in the NHL. We had hoped to stage a bit of fun during that game, in her honor, of course, but the prank we had planned was looking less and less likely.
"You people need to leave me alone in my grief," The Scottish Geisha said solemnly."After all, how much shopping do you think I can do at this point?"
The Scottish Geisha was making sense. She had pretty much bled her platinum card dry and still, no hockey.
At this point, we could only wait and hope for an early resolution.

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Chapter 510, Installment 1957: Say Mama

The Scottish Geisha was bemused that the MVP, a speech therapist by trade, was trying to teach her Welsh Springer Spaniel to say "Mama".
"If anybody can do it," The Scottish Geisha remarked at the news, "She can."
We were skeptical at best. The dog was adorable, no doubt about that, but saying Mama?"
The Scottish Geisah narrowed her eyes in warning. "You people haven't a clue. Jazzy is very smart, very talented. She can do anything she sets her puppy mind to."
We had no doubt that were the task to revolve around squirrel bating, that Jazzy would have in nailed in no time.
"You all just wait and see," The Scottish Geisha said mildly. "Jazzy is very smart. I wouldn't be surprised if she manages this small task in no time at all."
We decided to take a wait and see approach.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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Chapter 7, Installment 43: Chirping Cheetahs

There is a rumor going around that The Scottish Geisha is freshly returned from a trip to Africa where she helped tend to some orphaned Cheetahs. "I wouldn't say orphans," she corrected us calmly. "They had human parents to care for them after all."
That The Scottish Geisha was so dead pan about jetting off to a wild cheetah preserve in Africa didn't surprise us although the scratches on her otherwise flawless arms did.
"On that," she scoffed. "Nothing more than nibbles from babies."
"Babies" turned out to be an interesting descriptor as baby cheetahs, as adorable as they are, soon grow to be one of nature's most amazing predators and the world's fastest land animal.
"Cheetah's," The Scottish Geisha intoned, "Can be somewhat domesticated. They learn their names, come when called and can be trained to respond to commands."
Commands? Like, "please don't mistake me for a gazelle?"
"Don't be thick," she retorted. "More like sitting and staying, not swatting things they should not, such as my face, requests like that."
Oh, we see. That seemed more like it. Bad kitty, no, no, please don't tear open my face with your fearsome claws. Please retract your claws.
The Scottish Geisha sighed. "Cheetahs are the only large cats to have claws that do not retract," she corrected. "Plus, they are also the only large cats that purr."
And how did she learn this? Take a poll? Ask each breed, tiger, lions and panthers all, to purr forth their very best?
The Scottish Geisha sighed in exasperation."You people, honestly, do you know nothing of endangered animals? Cheetahs are amazing creatures really. The chirp when upset or frightened and are loving and devoted if hand raised by humans. And the cubs are adorable, just the sweetest little things ever."
We eyed the fading gouges on her arms. "Loving? Sweet?"
The Scottish Geisha dismissed our concerns with a wave of her used-to-be bloodied hand. "Really. What babies you all are. They are just little...love bites. The little cubbies were just expressing themselves the only way they know how."
We wondered if they were as...expressive when they grew up.
"Remarkably so," The Scottish Geisha replied. "And because they are not subjected to the harsh rigors of living in the wild, they lead a nearly stress free existence, very important in a breeding program for an endangered species."
"However," she went on to say, "The problems with Cheetahs lies in their astounding ability to be trained. This, naturally, makes for bad press for the average house cat such as Baby Thuddy, TLP's cat."
"The fact that they come when called," she continued, "Sit and stay and are sweet and loving does not speak well for that 15 pound fur ball from Hades," she concluded sternly.
Baby Thuddy is famous for terrorizing visitors at 3 a.m., pouncing on unsuspecting visitors, including The Scottish Geisha's beloved puppy god child, Jazzy, and generally acting like, well, a cat.
"I really wish I could have borrowed one of the cubs, just for a few hours," The Scottish Geisha said wistfully. "Thuddy would learn the meaning of polite after a play date with a baby Cheetah."
We were certain she was correct.

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Chapter 50, Installment 731: Pitney's Tale

We had rarely seen The Scottish Geisha so distraught.
"She has been gravely injured," The Scottish Geisha was recounting of Virginia Bob's beloved pit bull mix, Pitney.
Given Pitney's rep, we had to wonder what she had done.
"It's a mystery but she tore her paw pad and it required medical attention," The Scottish Geisha recounted.
We felt really, really sorry for the vet.
"Stop that immediately," The Scottish Geisha scolded. "Pitney is just....misunderstood."
We would have told her that she was beginning to sound an awful lot like Virginia Bob but what would have been the point.
Not to worry, we said in our best reassuring and manly tones, knowing Pitney, she would be up and terrorizing the neighborhood in one time at all.
"You people don't understand," The Scottish Geisha retorted. "What if this event scars her for life? She won't want to come to California for Christmas."
California? CHRISTMAS?
"Is there a reason you need to repeat simple nouns?" The Scottish Geisha asked calmly. "Yes, Christmas in California. Bob's girls have been looking forward to this for quite some time."
 We were suddenly very nervous. Knowing that The Scottish Geisha had a habit of expecting her staff to puppy sit giant and often 'misunderstood' animals made us hesitant to say the least.
"Don't be such babies," she replied when we tried to venture an opinion. "Pitney is loving and sweet. You are not going to have a single problem with her."
That settled it. We needed an excuse to get out of town over the holidays. And fast.

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