November 4th 2009 8:57 am
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For Adelade, Camper of Chaos. 6/9/09 - 11/4/09
All my mem'ries, gather 'round her,
Our sweet lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country Roads, take me home,
To the place I belong:
Heavenbound, our sweet lady,
Take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls me,
The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And drivin' down the road,
I get a feelin' that I should have been home yesterday,
Yesterday.
Country Roads, take me home,
To the place I belong:
Heavenbound, our sweet lady,
Take me home, country roads.
October 27th 2009 11:47 am
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Ladies & Gentlemen, Elvis has entered the doghouse! Da-da-dah, da-da-dahhhh...
I've wanted to do that every since Big Mama told us my babies name is Elvis. And now I have been able to write it, meaning he is in the doghouse. He's in the doghouse with me, that is. He does cramp my writing style since he keeps chewing on my pencil. Having snatched a few writing utencils from indoors, I have extra, so it's no big deal.
Elvis came running outside quickly with Big Daddy on his heels. Seems like he pooped on the rug in the living room. Silly boy, he knows better than that. I guess that's why he was running full speed to get outside & away from Big Daddy's lecture. I was lying here, dreaming good ol' dog dreams in my cool rockin' doghouse. Then in came Elvis, jostling my dreams & knocking me in the head.
Poor little fellow, he just needed his mommy to be the good cop while Big Daddy is the bad cop. We can't have our baby not being loved, but also can't have our baby not housetrained, especially when there's a doggie door at Camp Chaos. Now that I have my little snuggle bug with me, I'm going to cuddle up with him & get back to that nap.
Now I lay me down to nap.
I'm sorry, Big Daddy, that Elvis crapped.
If I should die before I wake,
Please watch over Elvis, for Heaven's sake.
October 19th 2009 11:18 am
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Go away, Mr. Infection! I need no more of you!
That's what I've been saying in the direction of my bootie every day. Big Mama told me to get better because I have a job to do here at Camp Chaos. I'm officially a Furever Camper of Chaos! Yippeee!!!
Being a Furever Camper means I don't ever have to leave, except for vet visits. Vet visits aren't so bad. I thought I was having my last vet visit last week, but low & behold, the nasty thing growing in me got small again. Now all I have to do is go back for check-ups. That's a relief. I know Big Mama worried about me until she almost made herself sick. She loves me a bunch. I got really lucky when I stumbled to her fence on that hot Summer morning in June. With all the dogs barking on the other side, I knew there would be someone there who would know how to help me, but I didn't know I was hitting jack pot.
Now if we can just help Big Daddy pick the winning lottery numbers so they can hit jack pot, we'll be good to go. "Come on, Lady Luck! You've helped me so much, can you please help my Bigs?"
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