Missmydogs; I am curious too! HA! My name is from a business I owned that was robbed after the 3rd year anniversary and put me out of business! SAD. But, the name was "Curious Wizard Business Services" It was an internet cafe of sorts. When the web was still so new it was amazing to all of us. I also sold books, stationary supplies, copies, gave lessons on computers to all ages, sold flowers, was a notary and did online or offline business for lawyers and business owners, made prints, read prints of some mad scientist from MIT and copied relevent parts of them, was a Justice of the Peace and married people all over the state as well as in the office. I LOVED IT! Then I started selling fine jewelry...I was robbed, no insurance, doh.
But the Curious Wizard's name is based on Mickey Mouse's character in Fantasia. My dog Wizard was born in a kennel named Fantasia. He was born on my birthday. Can you guess my nickname yet? Anyway, I named our first yorkie Wizard. After Mickey. The curiouswizard became my online persona and I'm still using it from time to time. I felt that the name Curious Wizard suited the internet cafe at the time because it was such a curiousity to so many of us at the time.
It pisses me off that she talks about Wizard. He was 21 when we had to put him down. I wanted to do it for months but shit said no he's fine, let him die in his sleep. Okay. He lives with me, he can't see where he's going, he's deaf, he shits and pisses and is surprised when he just goes. Why put him through that? I let it go for another week and told him he has to go. Well, he couldn't do it that week, so next week. Okay. The only date I can get is Thursday. That was shit's birthday. He was pissed but I told him you made the choice not to do it this week, so he came that day.
I drove to the vet, the poor Wiz was in his own little world on his daddy's lap and so happy to be there. When we got into the room the vet said it won't take long and we'll make him comfy. Shit said I want to take him out in the yard and shoot him! What the fuck? I had to leave the room for a moment when he said that but went right back in to talk to my Wiz while he went to sleep. He was so happy and the vet gave him a squirt of cheezwhiz! Oh boy! He never had cheezwhiz! Poor little guy, he died happy but even typing this a year later and I'm crying!
When we got home shit tried to dig a hole to bury him. He hit granite. they don't call NH the granite state for nothing! That was it he was not going to bury him here. He took him to bury in MA. The next day I was told he took him to 3 different bars to show people his dead dog in the car! On his birthday! Oh poor man! One friend offered to bring his backhoe to dig a grave in the yard but he refused it. It would have been easy to just dig in another spot! Then he took him to another bar in Boston! WTF?! Then! He took him home and the devils upstairs told him to do one of those murder scene chalk outlines in the grass in our yard! So he did! With spray paint! Why do I have to have these things in my head? Just why?
Well, poor darling, frisbee catching Wizard is buried peacefully under a pine tree. I still mourn him, he was a mama's boy and that always bothered shit I guess. When he was walking out on me he tried to get Stella and Hambone to come with him. I just kept saying stay with mama doggies and they did. They knew he didn't give a shit. He tried this dozens of times just to screw with me.
Now, she's got this ugly mutt Bella. I found that she was riding around on MY bike with Bella in the basket. Well, guess who did that? Yep, me and Wizard. For years. I flipped and took the bike after throwing the dirty rag she had in the basket and the radio (mine again) that she had attached to the bike and put it in my car. I asked shit where she got the idea to put the dog in the basket. He just blanked out trying to lie. I asked 3 times and he finally said he told her to do that. Once again, they think a 30 year old junky can be me??? I'm just amazed.
I know I've said she thinks she can come and take my life over but really the extent of it is almost laughable. And, why would anyone want to be someone else? Oh and I threw away the fairy she made in a ceramic class they took together, they were going to be artists, like me. The fairy had thick makeup, fishnet stockings and was a bleach blonde. Funny? I wish you could see the thing. It was a fairy from a nightmare.
Ok...vent over and once again, thanks folks. 
Micci (yep Mickey) short for ... 
