About Us

What’s With the Name?

I mean, really. Screamin’ Cutie?

Well, the name is referring to a rather annoying talent that has been gifted to the Italian Greyhound; the talent of blasting you ears off with ringing shrieks. And yet, I think that Pippin- whom you’ll meet in a minute -is still the cutest, sweetest, smartest, handsomest, most adorable, little dog that ever sang a tune that no-one but themselves could recognize (indeed, I don’t think he even recognizes the tunes; he just makes ‘em up on the spot).

And so, hence the name. It’s named after Pippin, My Little Screamin’ Cutie.

About Me

(The human who’s supposed to be running this thing)

I am a Texan Girl who loves her state and her dog. I love my state for it’s beauty, people and it’s history. Texas is a courageous state. Everyone knows of the courage shown in The Battle of The Alamo, and of the Texas Declaration of Independence. I love my dog because… well, just read his profile, and you’ll see why.

My hobbies are: Reading, Writing, Singing, Playing Music on the piano and ocarina and penny-whistle, Drawing, Playing with Pippin and my Goats, and Italian Greyhounds in general.

I also write book reviews at Read Good Books, my site on my other love.

I started this blog because of my keen interest in Italian Greyhounds. As you can see, at the moment, my blog is nothing more than a little of my writing, but I intend to make this a blog a place where someone who knows nothing about the breed can come and find out just about whatever he wants to know. I am thoroughly researching everything there is to know about Italian Greyhounds. It’ll take a while before I can get all that research done and published, but that’s my goal for Screamin’ Cutie.

About Me

(The Dog who really runs this thing!)

Up to this point my human has been writing this stuff, but now I intercede and shall now proceed to tell you all about me: Let me see. How to start. Well, I suppose the best I can do to start, is to type up a poem I recently composed.

P stands for Pretty,
Beautiful, Ravishing, Handsome,
My Grace is so alluring,
It’s possible I’ll be held for ransom!

I stands for Ingenuous,
Brilliant, Brainy, Wise,
My mind is so Sharp and Keen,
I can see through any disguise!

P stands for Poetry,
Poetry of Motion,
My Beautiful Pace is so Spellbinding,
It’s like drinking a magic potion.

P stands for Perfect,
Gracious, Angelic, Unerring.
I never do anything wrong,
I am precious, kind, and caring.

I stands for Innocence
Naivete´, Purity and Child-like.
I am so sweet and darling,
And gentle and mild-like.

N stands for Nimble,
Light-footed, Agile, Swift.
Watching me run is such a pleasure,
It gives you quite a lift!

So this is me,
As you can see,
P. I. P. P. I. N,
Which stands for-
PIPPIN!

So there’s me, and there’s my name, and I think that will do for a description. I could go on, but if I did, you might be too dazzled to read the rest of the blog, and I wouldn’t want that. But, since you seem to like this, I will say- Oh no!! She’s coming! I can hear her! Run! Back later!!

What in the world!? Who wrote this? Oh. I see. Hmmm… well, some of what he writes, actually, most of what he writes is true, although rather exaggerated. He’s kind-of self-centered, as you can clearly see, but in spite of that, he really is a good dog. Do you know, I’ve seen this poem before. I found it in what he fondly imagines is his “secret” diary. Silly Pippin. But a fair amount of what he wrote about himself actually is really true. It’s just exaggerated. But really, even though he’s rather self-centered, he’s still my faithful little friend.

Let’s see… there’s not a whole lot I can add to his description, except about his “herding” abilities. He really is quite good, for an Italian Greyhound. He actually helps sometimes when I’m trying to catch a stubborn goat. He’s not really big enough to truly stop even a mini-baby, but he does slow them down. You see, a goat can’t butt at a shrieking whirl-wind and run at the same time. So I run up and snatch the distracted goat, and then have to yell over Pippin’s excited yelps to tell him his job’s done.

And then he’s very patient with us humans about most everything. For instance, my younger sisters like to dress him up in baby-doll and Build-a-Bear clothes, and it’s amazing how much he bears. His name, when he’s in boy clothes is “Tom”, and when he’s in girl clothes, it’s “Sally”. Don’t ask me why. But I think the funniest thing was him having tea with the girls, and him opening, and putting his mouth on the spoon, to “eat his cake”. Dressed in a lace mob-cap, he was doing what the girls wanted him to do. Eat imaginary cake from a plastic spoon. It was really funny, but towards the end of the make-believe, according to the girls, he got tired of it. He would take the spoon and then not let it go.

He loves to be the center of attention, and is quite a ham. The first Christmas I had him, My Dad was holding him in his lap. We had my grandparents at our house, and dinner was over, the fire was lit, and the living room was comfortable. Everyone was chatting, at the moment mostly about Pippin, since he was new. He was about 7 months at the time. I don’t really remember how it started, but accidentally Daddy breathed onto the back of Pippin’s silky ear and Pippin flicked it. There would have been nothing in that, if Daddy hadn’t got an idea. Then he purposely blew gently on Pippin’s ear, and Pip flicked. Immediately afterward Daddy blew on Pippin’s other ear. Pip flicked. Blow-flick-blow-flick-blow-flick-blow-flick. It was like a dance. Everyone laughed at Pippin, and Pippin turned ’round and looked at Daddy, and Daddy stopped and pretended innocence, and Pip turned around once more. Then it started again. Blow-flick- but Pip knew where it was coming from. Now, as he sat in Daddy’s lap, in a rather funny position that he seemed to like, he began to do something he had never done for us before. Basking in the attention lavished on him, savoring the laughter that he knew he was the cause of, Pippin began to grin. A big, teeth-baring grin. Everyone laughed even louder then ever, Pippin in the midst, grinning.

And to top it off, Pippin is my friend. My bed-warmer, heater on cold winter nights, conversation piece, model, sometimes helper, my pal. I love my Pippin!