Hostess Twinkies are celebrating their 75th anniversary!
I heart Twinkies. I don't eat them very often anymore, but I have a very special place in my heart for them. My favorite memory of Twinkies, however, isn't of eating them.
When I was growing up, we had a little brown poodle named Oui-oui (yes, that's pronounced wee-wee... I didn't name her, but I'm sure it was a fitting tribute to something she did as a puppy). Anyway, I was an only child, so I considered Oui-oui to be a part of the family like a sibling. We even celebrated her birthday (January 11th -- I still remember it). We always gave her a Twinkie on her birthday, and she loooooooved it. Scarfed it down. Inhaled it. And licked the creme filling off her nose. Oui-oui was an awesome little dog. We never really had another one quite like her, but now it looks like Bijou is turning out to be very much like Oui-oui was... mild-mannered, tolerant, laid-back, snuggly... a terrific lap warmer and a delighted greeter whenever you come home. Bijou loves the kids and puts up with them lugging her around. She's never once bitten anyone.
I decided not to have her spayed because she's such a great little dog, and I'm hoping to find someone with a teeny little male poodle who'd be willing to make a match of it. Oui-oui had puppies twice when I was a kid, and I was so delighted by the experience. I'd like for my kids to have that memory, too. Cindy says that it was traumatic for her when her dog had puppies because she was horrified at the idea of giving them all away. It never occurred to me that we would keep the puppies, however... they were cute, but I knew we didn't have room or resources to deal with them all. At any rate, I'm hoping to arrange for some puppies at our house someday.
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