Some T'ings About T'ing

I WON!

May 18th 2009 7:20 am
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I won, I won, I won I won I won!!! First place! The blue ribbon! Number One Best Kisser. Me, Sweet Thing was awarded the Kissy-est Dog in all of Nassau at the annual Animal Fun Day sponsored by The Bahamas Humane Society. Mom is so proud (and covered with slobber). We won it by a landslide! Kissing is my claim to fame. If every dog has her day, mine was Saturday.

 

You're it!

June 10th 2007 2:31 pm
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I've been tagged!
June 9th 2007 2:35 pm [link to this entry]
I was tagged and now I'vetagged you!

The rules:
Each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their Diary, "The Rules" and their "7 pawesome Facts."
Then choose 7 dogs to tag & list their names. Don't forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary. Or send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged.
1. I have a licking compulsion and can't help myself!
2. I am sort of pudgy because eating is one of my favorite hobbies.
3. I stick to my mama like glue so she thinks we're attached at the hip.
4. Mama and Pop think there's some pug in my family tree because I've got a lot of Pug attribututes. But I'm mostly Royal Bahamian Potcake. And to find out about this noble breed you gotta read the rest of my webpage.
5. I hang way out the back of the pickup truck when we go to the ocean (I live in The Bahamas, you know)
6. I love to swim because I float like a cork.
7. My nickname is Porkchop. I have a real hard time jumping up on the bed but I can if I have to. I was born in a field under a car. And I LOVE YOU!

I am tagging Miss Thing, Abbey, Sweet Pea, Whyl E. Coyote, Porkchop and you

 

Number 4

July 27th 2006 8:33 am
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Hehehehehehe! I'm moving on up.....No longer bottom dog on the old totem pole of life. No sirreee, Bob! I'm number four! I'm number four-our! 1-2-3-4---FIVE! We got a new guy and he's on the bottom! Haha for him but I'm moving up!
Well, yes, sure, technically I have the same rank and number. I was number 4 before and I am still number four BUT the difference IS---that we've got a number 5 so he's the low man. Nyah, nyah, nyahyah. Last guy to get a bite of ice cream or whatever. And... Porkchop, that's me, could beat him up if she wanted to, like if he even tries to get near her (my) food bowl! Usually I don't want to but I did show her my weapons (teeth) just so he'd know who's boss.
He's not so bad, I guess, Whiley isn't. Rather unattractive to be sure but it's not HIS fault he got mange and had to live out of garbage cans for most of his miserable life. He hit the jackpot now and don't he know it! We eat regular, like every day, at our house! Wow, what a concept--food every single day! It blew me away too at first and let me tell ya, I still can't say no if it's anything remotely edible. That is partly why I have a slight weight problem. And, of course, it's my slow metabolism or a hormone imbalance or whatever chubby people usually blame being chubby on. I got fixed and I got fat. Just like that--boom, BOOM! But porky or not, I can run. Really RUN so I am fit. Fat and Fit.
Back to my pack rank--in a way it''s a promotion, you know. Now it is mainly Whiley's job to sound the alarm when intruders approach the property. And he can't sleep in the bed because there's no room and because his fur is yucky still. Whiley knows his place (number 5!) and most of us basically ignore him providing he keeps his distance from the food bowl.
Number One, a.k.a. Munch is tolerant but had to lay down the law a couple times when Number 5 overstepped his bounds. Number 2 doesn't like him but Number 2 doesn't like ANYONE so that's nothing new. Numero 3 is Petie Wheatie mama's sweetie. Petie and Whiley are both white with a little black and some spots and a whole lot of pink skin underneath but there's a whole world of difference. The Prince and the Pauper. Number 3 is definately the prince. The little sissy boy. Hey, I didn't say that! Really.
Well, Number 4 signing out.....
Sweet Thing, the Porkchop

 

If it's dead...

June 30th 2006 9:18 am
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If it's dead
that's where I'm led.
If it's dead
it's a great bed.
If it's dead
I'm gettin' fed.
Like I said
I hope it's dead.

 

I'm sick.

October 21st 2005 9:38 am
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Thing here. A.k.a. Porkchop. reporting from Nassau, Bahamas, Planet Earth this day in October of the year 2005.
Got my lab results back and I tested positive. There's a deadly blood disease with a long name that you get from ticks that's going around the island and I have it! A Jack Russel Mom knows was running around and jumping for balls one day and totally dead 2 days later! On a scale of 1 to 10 I got a 10 and a high score is not a good thing this time. Yikes! I feel fine but my peeps are worried and checking my gums all the time to see if they are whitish. I didn't like my lunch one day and they were in a panic I was not long for this world. "Oh no! Sweet 'Ting isn't eating! She MUST be sick!! Call the doctor back!" I kinda liked the extra attention so I played it up and acted weak but I'm a tough little runt mutt, ticks or no ticks. I will survive!

 

My humble roots

October 13th 2004 11:41 am
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I used ta be an orphan. I begged for scraps. Slept under a car. Dint weigh much.
Jus' like most any dog in my country.
But then I got 'dopted. By a family of pitbulls. From 'Merica.
Now I'm fat. REAL FAT. I bob like a cork in the water. They don't call me PorkChop fer nothin'.
Can't help myself. Gotta eat. EVERYTHING.
All the time. Dead fish, old hamburg wrappers, doesn't matter what. I want it.
They t'ink it stems from my puppyhood deprivation.
But I gotta tell ya, it's my breedin'. Or lack thereof.
Cuz I'm a Potcake. That's local lingo for Mutt. Mongrel. (Mixed Breed, for the politically correct)
We got scavenging in da blood. It's a way of life--an artform even here in Nassau.
The Humane Society says I'm a "Royal Bahamian Potcake". I like dat. Classy soundin'.
Day really ARE humane.
But I'm a Pitcake now. And dat's no Bull.
I'm Number 4. My job is to pester. I'm VERY good at it. And to sound the alarm.
I drive the HuMan crazy. I don't mean to usually but I'm short a quart.
An' sorta sick. Cuz I lick. An' lick an' lick an' lick.
Maybe it's because I love you so much I can't stop kissin' you?!

 
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