Secret Garden!


In my secret garden, I’m looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall
You plant the seed and I’ll watch it grow
I wonder when I’ll start to show
I wonder if I’ll ever know
Where my place is
Where my face is
I know it’s in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer’s hiding somewhere
In my secret garden, there’s

A petal that isn’t torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn


OK, enough of my Madonna/Erotica flashback and onto this post of Mamma Biscuit acting all cute and fury in her secret garden—which is basically my mother’s backyard! My mom had us over for an after-Easter-dinner at her house on Sunday and while she was busy preparing her famous fettuccine in artichoke sauce, Tommy and I went outside to snap a few photos of our little gremlin on one of the many stone benches littering their garden. See, that’s what happens when you grow up in an Italian family, your yard looks like a villa filled with religious statues, makeshift fountains, mini lakes and bushes that look like they have been sculpted by Edward Scissorhands himself! I have vivid memories of my father doing yard work and generally gardening in a three-piece suit—and believe me, that was a sight in our neighborhood that was and still is predominantly Jewish with the occasional Japanese family brought over by their respective companies to live and work for a year or two!


At any rate, I’m concerned about Mamma Biscuit’s weight. I remember when this pink sweater was loose on her and now, it’s as snug as a glove. I’m also concerned that we’ll never see Spring or Summer judging by how cold it has been. Even with the sun out on Sunday, the wind made our outdoor photoshoot a brisk one to say the least. But back to Mamma, doesn’t she look absolutely adorable here? The pink sweater, the pearl-pin heart pendant, her pink tongue and moist snout are all enough reasons alone for the weight gain. I seriously need to scale back on the amount of peanut butter treats I giver but how can I when she looks up at me with those watery marble eyes and jaunty head tilt. I swear, sometimes this dog seduces me with her eyes. There are moments when she looks at me in such a way that I almost feel compelled to buy her drink and ask her out on a date!


Anyway, we hope you enjoy this little Mamma Biscuit vignette from our weekend out in the suburbs. Mamma sure loves visiting Nana’s house because like me, my mother caves in and will give her a treat anytime she’s looking for one. Maybe my mother is to blame for the sudden weight gain . . . sigh, all mothers are to blame for their children’s weight gain, especially the Italian kind who really know how to cook!



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12 Responses to Secret Garden!

  1. Mamma you look beautiful. How could your daddy’s and Grammy ever resit that face??? We all understand that nasty weight gain thing…happens to the best of us…especially Miss Gretta Rose who is currently on a diet…much to her disapproval!!! You are gorgeous no mater what weight…your little spirit makes us smile every time we see you ….love you to pieces ♥♥♥

    • The Biscuits says:

      I love it! Maybe Gretta Rose and Mamma Biscuit can commiserate together regarding their diet woes although If both Mamma and Gretta came running around my feet looking as adogable as they both are, I would just cave in and dump an entire bag of treats in their lap!

  2. Chris S says:

    Mamma is absolutely stunning in her spring sweater and heart pin. Who could blame you for slipping her a few extra chewy peanut butter treats? As for the weight gain, perhaps you should photograph her in hostess pajamas next time. My three pugs have packed on some winter lbs. too (if i put a blonde wig on Ramona, she would look like Divine), but now that the weather is nice (and i use that term loosely) Mamma will be out walking it off while showing off her fabulous wardrobe. Your Mother’s back yard reminds me of the yard of my childhood; the Blessed Mother lived in our yard as well as St. Jude ,the patron saint of the hopeless, which is why he probably chose to take up residence at our house. And what Italian household would be complete without the plastic slipcovers and gravy (aka sauce) on Sundays? Thanks for the smiles, Christine and the Pug Pack, Dieter, Winston and Ramona

    • The Biscuits says:

      Thanks for the kind compliments Christine! A harsh, cold Winter has certainly brought on the pounds with our little gremlin as I am sure it has done the same for yours but as soon as we can get some really nice Spring temperatures, Mamma Biscuit will be going on longer walks and getting more exercise! I’m so glad you you can relate to my Italian upbringing! I can’t tell you how many religious statues and Mother Marys we have in ours but St. Jude, patron Saint of the hopeless would seem almost apropos my backyard as it did yours LOL I will say this, growing up my mother never put plastic on the furniture—ammunition I like to use to make my family seem more “sophisticated” than other Italian families—not that it ever worked ;-) A big squeeze and hug to you , Dieter, Winston and Ramona! Whenever I hear the name Ramona, my mind goes straight to Ramona Singer from the Real Housewives of New York City!


  3. Patty says:

    Awww… Mamma looks so sweet! I am a total sucker for those Pug eyes too! My Angel used to do the “look” and I would just melt!

    xoxo Patty

  4. T-Pup says:

    OMPug! That third picture of Mamma is everything. She looks so H A P P Y to be outdoors in the park. Shine bright like a diamond, Mamma B! xxx

  5. I love Mamma Biscuit! That sweater is fabulous and looks to me like it fits her perfectly. She seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself, too. Now I just need the recipe for your mother’s fettuccine in artichoke sauce. Sounds divine!

    • The Biscuits says:

      Thanks Ann and welcome aboard to Mamma’s little corner on the web! Mamma Biscuit sure knows how to work her best angle in canine couture, doesn’t she? No about that recipe, I could give it to you but then I would have to kill you LOL or maybe my mother would simply just kill me for giving it to you!

  6. Bethany says:

    To die for… seriously, I just did a little. This girl is amazing. That third picture down needs to be on the cover of Time’s Person of the Year issue – she is ~BEYOND~ cute. And I say who care if there’s a little snugness in the outfits these days… just more to love… and she still looks divine. XO

    • The Biscuits says:

      LOL Thanks Bethany! Even though there’s a bit of snugness going on with Mamma’s outfits, that still hasn’t stopped me from caving ina nd giving her the treats she desires—it’s those watery, marble eyes that get me ALL. THE. TIME.

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