March 7th 2010 10:43 pm
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My wonderful friend Wrinkles tagged me today. It's a fun St. Paddy's Day game.
*Here is what you have to do now. Copy & paste this entry into your diary. Please include these instructions, also! Delete my answers and enter your own. Be sure to mention or thank the furiend who Tagged you ! Send a paw-mail or zealie off to the furiend/s you would like to Tag. That's it! You may want to read your furiends Diary entries afterwards and thank them for playing. Have fun!
Q.-Are you Irish?
A.-Um. . . sure, why not?
Q.-Do you and /or your family celebrate St. Patrick's Day?
A.-Mommy says "yes".
Q.- How?
A. -We set leprechaun traps, listen to Celtic music, watch a parade, and Mommy says something about a bologna stone. (I think.)
Q.-Will you wear Green?
A.-Probably.
Q.- What?
A.- Mommy keeps putting a little green hat on me. I take it off before she can snap a photo.
Q.-Do you like Corned Beef and Cabbage?
A. -Not if Mommy's tummy is still healing. Lots of low fat cottage cheese at our house. Do they make green corn cottage cheese? Mommy says we'll have Irish Soda Bread, for sure. She also says she may get a bottle of Guiness for us pups--we like fermented beverages. (hee hee)
Q.-Do you believe in leprechauns?
A.-Yes. My kitty sister Grace says they stay with her fairies when they visit on St. Patty's Day! She's against leprechaun trapping. How else will I see them?
Q.-Why?
A.- The baby fairies live under the rainbow. Leprechauns like rainbows too. Grace says so, and she talks to all of them.
Q.-What would you like to find at the end of the rainbow?
A.- Hot dogs. I really like hot dogs.
I am off to tag some furiends...
Ebby
Arnie
Sandra
Saphira
February 13th 2010 10:11 pm
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What a 'citing day! It began with cottage cheese in my kibble and Mommy hugging and kissing on me all morning. ONE YEAR AGO today I joined my furever family! Mommy put a red heart bandana on me, and we went on an adventure--just the two of us!
First we went to the vet and picked up Frankie's medicine. I stayed in the car. I was VERY relieved that I was not the purpose of this stop!
Then, we went to The Three Dog Bakery. I didn't want to get out of the car. I sat on the floor in the back seat. Mommy opened the back door and gently guided (pulled) me forward and out. The parking lot wasn't so bad, so I heeled with Mommy into the store. OMD--there were other dogs in there and yummy smells! I sniffed butts. . .then noticed those dogs were attached to people. Oh no--I WAS OUT IN PUBLIC!
I sat next to Mommy--pressed up against her leg. Actually I wanted to be part of her leg. Mommy just kept on choosing things and talking to A MAN behind the counter. OH NO--A STRANGE MAN! He's the NEW OWNER. Where's the OLD OWNER--I TRUSTED THE OLD OWNER?!? Well, the other NEW OWNER is a WOMAN (his wife). She is kind and gently offered me a slice of doggy CARROT CAKE.
I stopped being anxious--it smelled so YUMMY--and I ATE IT! Mommy was beaming from ear to ear and her eyes were kinda' watery. She told the new lady owner that this was a first for me--accepting food from a stranger in a social situation. She also said that this was the BEST valentine's gift she could receive this year. Wow.
We had to wait our turn before THE MAN rang up our purchases. There was a lady standing next to us. When I stood up and looked longingly at the door, Mommy said, "Louise, sit." in a very matter-of fact voice, adding "Stay." I sat, I stayed and the lady in front of us said, "Wow--I'm impressed!" I could feel how proud Mommy was of me. She told the lady about the Shelby County Obedience Club. The lady put down her armload of bully sticks and twisted chews and took down the information. When Mommy looked at her selection she said, "I'll try anything to keep him busy and not going ape-shit all of the time."
Then we paid the man. Good, I thought, we're leaving! OMD--THE MAN carried our bags to the car! I shied away from him, and he asked, "Is she a rescue?" He recognized my weirdness for what it was! Mommy nodded and explained my male anxiety (Daddy is a male, but he's my Daddy--he doesn't count). THE MAN put down the bags, and got down on my level. He slowly extended his hand. I didn't flinch. I let him pet me. Mommy's eyes were definitely wet. THE MAN knew that he had just made faithful customers. I still was very happy to be back in my car.
While Mommy fought Saturday traffic, I composed myself in the back seat. When she popped a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD in, I stood on the console between the two front seats. "Soul to Squeeze" is my signature song. Suddenly I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I snoozed out on the back seat.
I opened my eyes when the car stopped. I prayed that I was still asleep and THiS was a NIGHSTMARE. Alas, I was awake, and it was not. We had arrived at PETCO. I HATE chain pet specialty stores. For openeners, they ALWAYS have automated doors. Electronic doors terrify me. Mommy made it very clear (0nce she pried me from the floor of the car), that we were going in. We approached the doors: they opened and I DRAGGED Mommy through them.
Once inside, there were BIZILLIONS of people everywhere and dogs with no manners, and displays with rodents and birds and children running around and NOISE and COMMOTION. I WANTED THE FLOOR TO OPEN UP AND SWALLOW ME. I heard Mommy's words, "Louise, forward." I followed blindly and we weaved our way through the crowd, me heeling against Mommy's leg.
Suddenly I saw familiar faces. A lady--Barb--called me by name and hugged Mommy. Then she spoke softly to me, telling me what a pretty big girl I'd become. I let her pet me, and another lady too. She said that she'd known me since I was a tiny, terrified puppy. She was amazed at my progress!
Just as I began to breath normally, a little girl slid between Mommy & me and started petting me! I tried to get away. Mommy put her body between me and the child and explained that I am very shy and did not want to be petted. Mommy saved me! The little girl went away, we hugged and said our good byes. My sister Thelma and her foster mom were not there, but Barb said she'd give Thelma the bone with her name on it, and her valentine cookies.
In the car, Mommy said that she couldn't wait to get out of there, either. Mommy does not like crowds--makes her very uncomfortable. We share this affliction. On the way home I sat in the front seat beside Mommy. After we arrived, Brownie Maeve, me and Ginger eat nom-nom-nommed on squirrel shaped cookies and then we took a LONG nap.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and we're having scrambled eggs and cheese mixed into our kibble, AND later a TDB heart shaped pup cake. Reflecting on my day I can only conclude that, "...the heart of life is good." I have the most wonderful family in the world, and we love each other like crazy! I hope that all of the other dogs in shelters and rescues also find homes as fine as mine. And the ones who find them on Valentine's Day are extra blessed! Happy Valentine's Day to all of my awesome Dogster Pup Pals--I love you!
Hugs, Kisses and Tail Wags Forever--
Louise, aka Little Weez, aka Weezie
February 3rd 2010 4:46 pm
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Gee--I feel so special! I looked at Rinky's diary like she said in the message, and now I'm gonna' list what I LOVE about my life!
1. I LOVE MY MOMMY! She is the fuzzy side of my velcro strip. She never pushes me away when I need some lovins'. She is the ying to my yang--when I want to hide she encourages me to be brave. She shares the magic of snugglin' and hugs. She laughs in delight when I howl like a little red wolf. She is. . . MY MOMMY!
2. I LOVE MY DADDY! I wish he was home--I miss him so much. SKYPE just isn't the same as snuggling up to him on the couch. My daddy calls me his Little Weez, and plays tug-o-war with me. He also shares his peanut butter.
3. I LOVE MY SISTERS! Ginger chose me to be her sister on Valentine's Day last year. Brownie Maeve is my BFF--we romp, play, cuddle and squabble. She licks my owies and I lick hers.
4. I LOVE THE PUFF-FUZZES. They let me chase (but not catch) them. Goldie teases me, but I figured out it's just her way of playing--she's never smacked me with her claws extended--just with her soft paw. Frankie, well--is Frankie, and I love him for all of the funny noises he makes. Grace and MeMe are the mystery puffs--they hide so well I can't make them found.
5. I LOVE MY ROOM. Mommy calls it a crate sometimes, but it's MY SPACE. I hide treasures under the blankie, rearrange my blankies to suit my liking, and I FEEL VERY SAFE IN MY ROOM.
6. I LOVE CAR RIDES. Car rides take you to interesting places like obedience class and the pharmacy drive thru. The pharmacy drive thru people give out dog cookies--yum. Car rides also take me to Grampy & Grammy's house.
7. I LOVE BEEF SHIN BONES. They are the bestest bones 'cause they LAST A LONG TIME. There is 'licious crunchy stuff to strip off and eat when I first get one, and then every day I chew a little more so I can get some marrow--life is good.
8. I LOVE MY LIFE. In a little over a year I've gone from being a starving, orphaned, feral puppy to a girl who has a forever home and family. I feel LOVED every day--I will always be Mommy's baby girl!
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