Storm of the Century, December 2022

I’ve been getting emails from many of my blogging friends (even from some in countries on the other side of the world!), asking about the historic snowstorm here in Buffalo, New York.

I’m touched by everyone’s concern.  We are fine.  Hubby and I hunkered down on Friday morning, within minutes of the storm hitting, and at this point are just waiting for the driving  bans to end.  We were only without power for 6 or 7 hours on Friday, and didn’t even need the portable generators.  We have plenty of food and the furnace and other vents are open, so we won’t get asphyxiated.  There’s just enough open areas in the back for Puppy Cody to go out and do her business.

Poor Cody did get a bit upset when the wind was howling and the blizzard was in full force, and she saw this window.  She must have thought an alien was trying to get in:

Yes, that’s actually snow up against the screen, which is a good eight feet from the ground.  I can’t really blame Cody; I must admit that sight scared me, too.

Christmas morning was beautiful, though, despite the hugh drifts.  BTW, that’s a 6-foot fence at the back of the yard:

NOTE TO THOSE WHO WISHED FOR A WHITE CHRISTMAS:  You definitely got what you wanted, but next time be a little more careful with your wishes, ok?

It’s been an adventure, for sure.

And so many thanks to our wonderful next-door neighbor who just snowblowed the front of our driveway, as well as the sidewalk.  I wasn’t looking forward to hubby having a heart attack trying to clear that snow and me trying to get him to a hospital or something, and our plow service told us it could be days before they can get here.  We have the best neighbors ever!

Hugs, all.   Stay safe and warm.


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HOME WRECKER! (Collaborated Post #3)


Not to worry.  Teddy Rosalie is still alive and well, although she doesn’t go out much these days (much like her elderly owner).  And Puppy Cody will be too busy keeping me warm during the incoming blizzard this weekend to care what Teddy Rosalie is doing.



(Joint Post by Anne Belov & Cordelia’s Mom)


It’s so hard to give enough attention to your first charge after the second one arrives.


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADear Mehitabel [Boss Cat],

Now that I’m big, my mom doesn’t love me any more.  Sure, she still feeds me, gives me water, takes me for walks and plays with me.  But she used to take lots and lots of pictures of me, and now she’s taking pictures of that teddy bear instead.  I don’t even know where she got the stupid thing.  She even gave it a name – “Teddy Rosalie.”

I hear she’s planning to go on someting called “photo shoots” with some of our three girls and the teddy bear – without me!

I’d love to tear the stuffing out of it, but Mom keeps it way up high where I can’t reach it.

What do you think of all this?

Your Faithful Servant, Cody.


IMGP4855Dear (cough, cough) Cody,

I really hate to say I can identify with a dog, but I must say, I feel your pain. But, I also have to say, that (so far) you only have to share your mom with one stuffed invader. At last count, there were more than 20 &#¥¥#+@&!!! stuffed pandas occupying a corner of mom’s bedroom. 

Where will it all end?

I’m trying to decide if I should give you advice that will get you in trouble, or advice that will help you in your hour of need. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I’m a cat, how do you THINK I am going to respond to your dilemma?

Stuffed bears are a blight on the face of the earth! We must do our part to rid the world of this plague of pandas, and um… Of Teddy Bears named Rosalie????? 

Be brave, be valient, and, um, if you get in trouble, don’t call me, call a lawyer.

Yours, Mehitabel



Dear Boss Cat,

What’s a lawyer?  Can a lawyer get rid of Teddy Rosalie?

Hope your cough gets better real soon.

Your friend, Cody.


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Dear Cody,

Around here, we call them “thieving attornies”. When you hire a lawyer, both parties agree to give all the money to the lawyers. Well, that’s what Mr. Badger says, and he seems to know about these things.

I don’t think a lawyer can get rid of Teddy Rosalie (and what kind of name is THAT for a bear?) you may have to take more “drastic measures” if you know what I mean.



Cody122114Thanks, Boss Cat –

I’m not sure, but I guess you mean I should just eat the bear?  Maybe Mom will leave it around somewhere.  I’ve gotten really good at stealing Mom’s socks and shoes when she’s not looking, even when she thinks she’s put them up high.  🙂

Thanks for all your help, Boss Cat.  Pretty soon you’ll be seeing new photos of ME – heck I can sit by a daffodil plant just as well as that stupid stuffed bear.  And I’m cuter!  (That bear doesn’t even have a tail to wag.)

Your friend, Cody



OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI must say I did wonder at the increased traffic on my street recently – could it be all those lawyers looking for a new client?  Or has Cody hired a hit man?  Does Teddy Rosalie need to hire security?  Only time will tell.


The foregoing post is a collaborated post by Anne Belov (a/k/a Bob T. Panda) and Cordelia’s Mom.  We sincerely hope you enjoyed it.

PS:  Book 5 (Pandapocalypse) of the Panda Chronicles is out!  Be sure to get your copy (click here).  And while you’re surfing the web, check out the new Pandyland Store on CafePress (click here).


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Mehitabel images by Anne Belov; Puppy Cody and Teddy Rosalie images by Cordelia’s Mom

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Meet Teddy Rosalie

Collaborated Post #3 revolved around Puppy Cody’s interactions with Teddy Rosalie, and it occurred to me that some of my more recent followers may not know who Teddy Rosalie is. So, before publishing the next in the Collaborated Posts series, here is an introduction to the tiniest member of our household.

(To read the Teddy Rosalie posts, click on the drop-down menu [“Categories”] on the right side of this page.)



My Teddy Rosalie

11:11 ….. 2:22 …. 4:44

For years, I have noticed myself looking at a watch, wall clock, phone, or computer clock at exactly 11:11 a.m. or  11:11 p.m.  At one point, it began freaking me out a bit, and I decided to look up the possible significance.

There are many theories, some more far-fetched than others, but this is my favorite:

“These 11:11 Wake-Up Calls on your digital clocks, mobile phones, VCR’s and microwaves are the ‘trademark’ prompts of a group of just 1,111 fun-loving Spirit Guardians, or Angels, and the 11:11 prompt is their way of using our innate ability for pattern recognition to let us know that they are here. Once they have your attention, they will use other digits, like 12:34, or 2:22 to remind you of their presence.”

[Excerpt courtesy of  11:11 Progress Group]

Keep in mind that I am one of the most non-religious persons you will ever meet.  I’m more likely to believe in Twilight Zone type events than in angels and devils.  But I have lost my dad, my favorite uncle, my favorite aunt, and a very dear friend over the years, and I would like to think there is some kind of connection with those lost souls during certain periods of time.

In April 2013, my mother (Rosalie) was in the final stages of her battle with cancer.  When death became imminent, I received “the” call from my brother and then drove as fast as possible to the nursing home 80-some miles away.

Upon arrival at the nursing home, I found a teddy bear at the foot of my mother’s bed, under the covers.  Everyone I asked claimed to have never seen that teddy bear before, and swore total ignorance as to how that bear came to be in my mother’s bed.  My mother died within a few hours of my arrival.  I took the teddy bear with me as a keepsake.

I had booked a hotel for the night as I knew I would be too upset to drive back home.  Teddy Rosalie (yes, by now I had named her) sat in the passenger seat on the way to the hotel, accepted my tearful hugs that evening, slept in my bed that night, and sat again in the passenger seat on the way back home the next day.  It was silly, I know, but I found comfort in having that stuffed toy so close to me.

11Over the last year, and especially over the last couple of months, I have found myself waking up at odd times in the night – but always at a time that carries triple or quadruple digits:  11:11 p.m., 2:22 a.m., 3:33 a.m., and most often, 4:44 a.m.

I am not going to enter into a long, drawn-out discussion of religion/spirituality.  But I will say that each time I awaken and see those digits on the clock, I then look over at Teddy Rosalie sitting atop my dresser – and I feel peaceful.

And so, as a tribute to my mother and to all other lost souls, I am creating a new, light-hearted feature for this blog.  Every once in awhile, I will publish a photograph of Teddy Rosalie in some unusual place.  These photos will appear sporadically and may or may not have anything to do with the subject of the post on which they are published.  Sometimes the photos will appear in this blog, sometimes they will be on Facebook or Twitter only, maybe even on (so really, you should follow me everywhere!).

I intend to call these photos the Where Is Teddy Rosalie?” series.  Please join Teddy Rosalie on her travels, and should you ever find yourself in the same (or a similar) location where one of the photos was taken, please take a moment to think with love about your own lost souls.


I’m ready, CookieCakes – let’s go!



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WHERE THERE’S A WILL (Collaborated Post #2)

(Joint Post by Anne Belov & Cordelia’s Mom)



*sigh* The little darlings have been at it again! But I can’t really punish Cody for re-contacting that evil Mehitabel – I can understand how frightening it must have been to find those papers. Poor puppy!


November 29, 2014

Cody112914Dear Mehitabel,

I think I’m in big trouble, and I don’t know who else to turn to.  I know my Mom will be really mad if she finds out I’m on her computer again after what you and I did last time, but here’s what happened:

Mom and Dad have been home the last few days.  I don’t know why, but there was lots of good food in the house – boy, do I love turkey!  Anyway, yesterday they both were gone for a little while (I heard something about some kind of black shopping – maybe they’re getting me a brother or sister?).

Mom had been cleaning up some stuff upstairs, and she left a box of papers on her bed.  No, I didn’t destroy them – what happened is much, much worse.

One of the papers was called a Last Will and Testament, and it listed all kinds of things that Mom was going to give to other people – like, Dad gets the house for some reason.  Looked pretty cool to me, but I wasn’t in there anywhere!  Couldn’t she at least give me some treats or a fluffly toy, or something?

So I went on the computer and looked up what Last Will and Testament means – and I found out that MOM IS GOING TO DIE!

I’m so scared, Boss Cat.  If Mom dies, I’m not sure Dad would keep me.  He’s always telling Mom, “Well, you wanted that damn dog.”

What’s going to happen to me?  Could I maybe come live with you and the pandas?

Help me, Mehitabel.  You’re the only friend I have.

Faithfully yours, Cody.


sm.mehitabelDear Cody,

Have you learned nothing from me? You must destroy that document immediately, and write a replacement one that leaves everything to you. I think my mom has one, too, and I have been trying to find it to make sure I am adequately compensated for all the bother she puts me through. Honestly, it is so hard to get good help anymore.

Save the page that your mom signed, and insert the pages that leave everything to …um…wait a minute…you need a reliable “agent” to help you through this time…just add pages that leave everything to me, and I’ll make sure you are “taken care of.”

As to the black shopping thing, all I can say is, if a black cat shows up around here there is going to be big trouble. There is not enough kitty treats to go around and this couch isn’t big enough for two of us. I hate kittens. There better not be any kittens. Are you sure you want to share your toys with another dog? Just sayin’.

I hope your people went back to work today. It is not a good idea to let them hang around too much. They start getting “ideas” about what you should or shouldn’t be doing.

Let me know when you have corrected that Will thingie.

Mehitabel aka Boss Cat.


Cody090914Thanks, Boss Cat –

I knew I could count on you.  I’ll find a way to change those pages right away.  The Will has those little circular things holding the pages together, so that might be a problem, but I’ll figure it out.

But what do I do about Dad?  I just know he’ll give me away as soon as Mom’s gone.

Gratefully yours, Cody.

P.S.:  No, they didn’t bring me a puppy brother or kitty sister.  I don’t know what they were doing out there on Black Shopping Day, but guess they were doing something for themselves instead of for me.


IMGP4855Cody, Cody, Cody –

Hmmmm, there are definite disadvantages to not being a cat. Ha ha! Besides the obvious. My claws are perfect for dislodging those little wire thingies. If you take it off with your teeth, try not to swallow it.

I’m sure, that as a member of your sucking up species, you will manage to endear yourself to your dad. Besides, I’m guessing your mom is not planning on checking out any time soon. I think this is one of those things people do being “responsible” pffft! What’s THAT all about?

Meanwhile, I have bigger fish to fry, as it were! Hmmm….I wonder if my servant is going to make a tuna sandwich for lunch…. Oh, sorry, I got distracted. Anyway, she’s all wrapped up in this 31 days of pandas fiascos. Let me know if you come up with any good ideas to distract her, so I can turn it into 31 days of CATS!

Maybe you’ll be lucky and they’ll get you a kitten for Christmas.

Ho Ho Ho, Boss Cat


Cody112914aSay What, Boss Cat?

Mom’s NOT dying soon?  How do you know such things?

But you’ve made me feel so much better!  You’re right – I should spend more time making Dad love me as much as Mom does.  I see lots of tail wagging and rolling-on-back in my future.

Now it’s my turn to help you.  I’ll try to think of some ways you could distract your Mom so she can spend more time on you instead of those pandas.

Gotta go now – Dad just got home from work, and I have some serious groveling to do.

Bye for now.

Your faithful servant, Cody.


Cody120314Yesterday, I arrived home from work to discover Cody with a split dew claw, requiring a quick vet visit.   The Will looked to be OK, although a couple of the grommets seemed a little askew – I don’t know if that’s related to the dew claw or not.

I will give my hubby credit, however, for paying the vet bill without adding, “You wanted that damn dog.”


The foregoing post is the joint work of Anne Belov and Cordelia’s Mom.  We sincerely hope you enjoyed it.


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