WE SALUTE YOU, RESCUERS AND VOLUNTEERS!!!

A Day in the Life of Any Animal Rescue:

Hello. You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue. Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your
situation:

Press 1 if you think we are veterinarians and want free medical advice.

Press 2 if you know we are a rescue organization but want to save money and have us give you free, untrained medical advice anyway.

Press 3 if you make $200,000 a year but still want us to pay to spay the "stray" in your yard (house).

Press 4 if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home right away.

Press 5 if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of your dogs because you are the only person in the world to have a baby and dogs at the same time.

Press 6 if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money for your vacation.

Press 7 if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away.

Press 8 if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and cute and you want to trade it in for a new model.

Press 9 if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is not active and is going to outlive you.

Press 10 if your relative has died and you don’t want to care for their elderly dog because it doesn’t fit your lifestyle.

Press 11 if you are moving TODAY and need to immediately place your 150 pound, 8-year-old dog.

Press 12 if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home TODAY and pick up the dog you no longer want.

Press 13 if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the last three years, are moving and suddenly determine it’s not your dog.

Press 14 if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way to work.

Press 15 to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message.

Press 16 if you are going to get angry because we are not going to take your dog that you have had for 15 years, because it is not our responsibility.

Press 17 if you are going to threaten to take your ten-year-old dog to be euthanized because I won’t take it.

Press18 if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet.

Press 19 if you want one of our perfectly trained, housebroken, kid and cat friendly purebred tiny dogs that we have an abundance of.

Press 20 if you want us to take your dog that has a slight aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your neighbors’ cats.

Press 21 if you have already called once and been told we don’t take personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this time with a different answer.

Press 22 if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge, of course.

Press 23 if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to deliver an eight-week-old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before your kids wake up.

Press 24 if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute.

Press 25 if you want us to take your female dog who has already had ten litters, but we can’t spay her because she is pregnant again and it is against your religion.

Press 26 if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel bad and take your personal pet off your hands.

Press 27 if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because it is declawed, but you are not willing to accept the responsibility that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture.

Press 28 if your two-year-old male dog is marking all over your house but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered.

Press 29 if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling because she is suddenly pregnant.

Press 30 if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it is cruel.

Press 31 if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are also working and you are angry because no one called you back.

Press 32 if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because today is your daughter’s birthday and you forgot when she was born.

Press 33 if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you need a different color or breed.

Press 34 if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next month
anyway) instead of the dog.

Press 35 if you went through all these presses and didn’t hear enough.
This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from the grief of missing his family.

WE SALUTE YOU, RESCUERS AND VOLUNTEERS!!! –Author Unknown

We encourage everyone to make a copy of this, post it on your bulletin board at work or at the market, and pass it on. The general public is incredibly ignorant about the impact they have on their own pets and the rescue groups when they give up their pet. Maybe this will help. Maybe.

Your Pal, ♥ JoJo

So Belated, but the feeling is the same!

Woofers!

I am absolutely sorry for the missing updates! I guess mommy wouldn't let me use the computer that much anyway. Electricity bills are a bum :P

However, I think the one thing I MUST and absolutely MUST mention, is a very belated and very Merry Christmas to everybody. Whether they had a white one, or one that meant the more ice-cream the merrier, Merry Christmas.

Mine started out as a normal, average, puppy-to-puppy day. She's such a sleepy-head, mommy didn't even wake up early to open her presents! I had to wake her up with my barking, she slept so late!

Once she did awaken from her peacful slumber (by force too), she did her usual morning stuff. Halfway through breakfast, with family (all older than her) she caught a eyeful of the Christmas tree she and her cousin put up together.

It was Christmas, and she only knew it then! And on with the usualy rush of presnt-wrapper openening most kids experience on Christmas day. After two years of being overseas for Christmas, mommy finally had one at home again. One to spend with family, friends and me :D

So sometime around lunch, the party started. I barked for all my wortha t the millions and millions

(eggggggggggggggggggggggggggg-zzaaaaaaa-tuurrr-aaaaa-tin g)

of guests that had all come to see me. Plenty of presents for all the children, and even I got a good three! Thankies auntie. You know me too well. I loved the cheese!

I won't go on about all the presents, because that's boring and unimportant. All I can say is mommy sure is a good present-picker. Mommom doesn't know how she survived without mommy when the time comes for Christmas shopping. At first, daddad insited mommy be the Santa Claus and hand out all the presents, as mommy (being twelve, yay!) was the oldest besides big brother. Big brother couldn't do the job anyway... the Christmas hat was for a girl... -_-.

After a while, she took on the job of camera-woman! A million photos were SCCHHNAP taken of everybody... Even me, and yes, it did peeve me a little bit. At least there was no flash. Oh, the flash...

I got really sleepy before the guests left, and byt he end of the day, I was dead tired. I couldn't even make it to my room, so I slept on the cold hard ground. Strangely, when I woke up, I was back in my bed. I didn't know I slept-walked!

Mommy fed me some treats for being a good girl that day. She was right too! 3-6 year-olds aren't always the most gentlest humans to play with. My tail was sore for almost a week...

But I was a brave girl and didn't snap, which I should probably thank mommy for, since she's the one who trained me :D

It was my first Christmas with my new family, and I loved it all, I really did.

Also a Happy New Year to everypup and their owners! I got to stay up late with everyone and watch the fireworks on TV. They were pretty and colourful...

BUT SOOOoooo SCARY! Well, not the ones on TV, but the ones in real life mommy and the family took me to see on New Year's Day.

We went for this ginormously long walk to the river, which I was pretty darned pleased about. With mommy and her mp3player, and big bro with his giant and heavy backpack, we set off to the river with auntie and her own family.

The place was PACKED! From what I could see, there was over a (maybe bit less -_-;;) trillion humans and about... 7 dogs. We got to settle down until it got dark, and that took a while!

Darn that daylight saving!

Then the big booms started. I am in no way a wimp, but anyone would be freaked out completely if it was their first time hearing and seeing those creepy fireworks in real life, right? Even the human babies were crying! At least I didn't bark.

It's a dog's diary, so I suppose I better say it, however embarradding it may be. I peed my pants. Mommy's pants, actually. I peed on mommy's pants. Pheww, got that over with.

Mommom and mommy (and auntie) were all tryin got comfort me and hug me tightly, but I was scared, and I thought I was doomed. I blocked out every soothing word and pat, and was sitting in my own little world of panic for the entire duration of the fireworks.

But that wasn't as bad as the leaking poo I got on the long walk home. Suddenly, I wasn't too happy about the long walk anymore. I practically RAN my way back...

And guess what I had to do when I got back? Take a long bath at almost midnight. Poor me... and poor momom too, who did the bathing. Mommy copped most of the disgusting stuff, so she was ordered to take a bath too, only she, of course, didn't have someone do it for her. How embarrassing.

Well, that's my life for now, except mommy's going back to school soon, so it's the end of playing all day for me :(

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New YEar to all!

Hope you all have a pawtastic day and year for 2007!

Your pal, ♥ JoJo

Happy birthday to me! I'm turning one!

Hey all you pals out there!

I'm officially one today!

No more begging ot be on the couch anymore, oh no! Now I can climb up myself!

No more begging for food! Okay, so that might be a littl ehard to work on, since I STILL can't open the fridge door...

Well, no more being all little and cute! Now I'm a big 3.5 kg dog that's big and scary.

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BOOO!!!

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Did I scare ya?

Mommom made me a nice birthday cake. It was carrot, egg and bacon :D

Mmm, delish! And mommy wonders how I can like that stuff. Oh, she has NO idea...

Actually, I had no idea it was my birthda this morning! Heck, I still wasn't too sure what a birthday was. But now I know.

JoJo's definitionof a birthday: A day when people spoil you with food and take lots and lots of pictures.

Also see: getting blinded by photography flash

Well, first things first, mommy comes up to early int he morning and says 'Happy Birthday JoJo' all cheery like. Mommom and mommy's brother had gone to work. Mommy's brother is working for her uncle ;D

Daddad worked from home just so I could spend my birthday with my family, otherwise, mommy would've had to have gone to a babysitters, and I wouldn't have had a very good birthday...

But daddad did stay home! Wasn't that awfully nice of him?

Mommy played with me all day, and I got kind of exusted, because I usually nap mostof the day away, but I love playing too. So that just made me a tired out puppy.

Well, I guess being one means you can't have naps anymore. Maybe mommy wouldn't mind if I just sneaked in...one quick snooze?

Getting back to the story....

When Mommom came home from work, mommy had to go to some Tae-Kwon-Doe practise, but I got to ride in the car while she was gone, so that was okay :D

After that, we came home and mommy made me my special cake.

BWAHAHAHAHA!!

And it was all for me, though mommy could've had some if she wanted...

Funnily enough, she didn't.

I had a good long sleep after that, and I think mommy went out with the family without me after that but I can't quite remember.

Good thing if she did too, because she wouldn't have had any fun hanging around me! Who would, if they had to spend their night with a sleep-deprived puppy?

Christmas is coming soon as well, and I can't wait for that!

So see you round, everyone!

Love,

JoJo

P.S. I feel so proud! This was my first diary ntry as a one year old! And special thanks to Gizmo, who filled me up with bones :DD

Please don't eat me...>

Hello everyone...

Firstly, I would like to apologise my heart out for taking soooo long to update. If's been such a busy life and I PROMISE I will update at least once a week. Cross my heart and hope to have my tail cut off (oh the horror).

Secondly, nothing much has been happening lately, but I'll tell you that I have grown to my full size! As of now, I will never grow any bigger, unless I eat heaps, and grow fat. But I;m a picky pup, so I doubt that would happen. I weigh something around 3.7 kgs. I'm not too sure but that's my sort of final weight!

A couple of weeks ago, when I came back from the groomers, I had a littl ebit o blood coming out from my...ahem. Yes, folks, looks like a spayed dog decided to go worry her owners by getting a period...WHEN SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO! Oh woe. Mommy got soo worried, but I'm all right now. Thank the heavens to, cuz mommom thought maybe another dog tried to mate with me! Silly male dog! I'm already spayed! Anyhoo, I had to get a lot of tests done and not everything has been finalised, since the blood comes and goes, but fo now, I'm okay. Just dandy!

Another thing I would like to comment on is that there have been MILLIONS of new changes around dogster. Wheeeew! I never thought dogstrer could change so much in...How long was I gone? never mind. I have risen from the dead, and I hope to never leave again. I am truly sorry about leaving you. Seriously folks. I am.

Till' next time,
Puppy licks,

Jojo, The Wonda Pup

P.S. In case anyone has been wondering, why I was gone, mommy has become like a obsessed freak of this cartoon (mommy says it's anime) called Naruto. Really, how can she even like that show? I'll never really understand humans. Well, since she was so caught up in her little world, I never got a go on the computer, so now it's finally my turn, cuz mommy decided she had been cruel enough for too long. See you soon!

Im Back!

Okay, first things first. I am NOT going to even start on why I haven't written im my ol' diary for 10 000 000 000 years. t is't that important. WHat is important? I'm back, and bigger. That's what's important.

Mommy says I've grown. "yes," I replied. I have to grown. I've grown bigger and bolder and cuter! I'm not sure if I've told you about my horrible haircut, but I was shaved. I looked like a drowned rat. No, a drowned mousling. (?) But. I have grown my beautiful fur back, and mommy is going to try and findsome more recent photos to publish.

Being a Bolder JoJo.

I can jump. It may be because I have grown slightly taller, but I'd like to think it's because I was brave. I'm still not quite ready to take the leap of faith UP a couch, but I sure can leap off one. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's really fun. To all young puppies, younger than me, MAKE SURE there is something soft underneath. I haven't tried it with plain wood yet but I'm pretty sure "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOCH" would be the term if I had. I prefer a nice, soft pillow, or if there isn't one around, try looking for a sitting human, or even better, a dozing human. Just great for target practise. No helmets needed either. Ahh, it's a dog's life.

Now that 'm all grown up and 9 months old. I can eat Mini-Adult food. Yum Yum. I would prefer chciken, but seriously, who wants to be as big as a human? That seems to be the average size you gotta be to eat chicken for a meal. And chocolate too. I do wonder what it tastes like. Mommy adores it and she's huge. Now I'm sure you're wondering what human puppies eat. Well, they suck up mushy stuff in a jar labeled, "baby food" That stuff looks like the stuff coming out of my butt! Sheeeeeesh! Wouldn't want to be their size.

Have I told you I love walks? I haven't? Well now you know. Walks are just the absolute best thing is the world. Unless of course, SOMEBODY decides to invite MR. Wind. Let me tell you, Mr. WInd is a giant, fat, ugly invisible guy that will not leave you alone until he peels yor eyelashes off one by one, then rippin your eyelids back. I think it's a case of jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of me?

I love my mommy, and she knows it. She knows I know just the right time to snuggle up, just the right time to play and just the right time for a cuddle and a doggy kiss. She loves me too. ALthough sometimes I wonder, if she does love me so much, then why does she go and lock me up evry monday to saturday from 9:00am to sometime in the afternoon? School does it. School and work. Enemies of me, friends of each other. I have, however devised a trick. If your owner appears in a new set of clothes, follow them round like a dog on a leash. This will work until they become frantic and claim they are 'late'. Then roll over. This usually makes them stop for a few moments to play and rub your tummy. Eventually, life calls them out the door, but you do get an extra 20minutes in with your human anyway.

It's my mommy's birthday next week. I'm going to spend the night outside my room and camp out with her and her friends. They are having a sleepover. From sources, I have found out that sleepovers have the worst name in history. NOBODY SLEEPS. Pretty pathetic huh? I'll never understand a human in my life!! Mommy will be having games and in the morning they are all going out for a swim. I can't come apparently but I have got a plan. I will jump in their swimming bag and go along with them. Perfection.

A sad thing happened the other day. Poor old Stevie Irwin died! AND Pete Brock! I never met them in person but watched them on the picture box a couple of times. It was really sad. Steve loved animals. Mommy cried when her teacher told her class at school and cried again when she saw it on the news that night. Yesterday the world paid tribute to Steve by wearing some strange colour thing. Mommy had to go to school, so she couldn't. We both paid tribute in our hearts. He's somewhere in heaven now, with his croc mates that died before him and all he family too. RIP Stevey and RIP Pete too...

- JOjO

P.S.:

By Sarah Etter
Did Lassie really love Timmy? Or was she only saving him from disaster, time and again, so that he would reward her later with a tasty morsel from the dinner table?
Scientists, veterinarians and dog owners have long questioned the relationship between man and his best friend. Even philosophers have ventured opinions on the idea: Plato described dogs as "lovers of learning" and Voltaire refuted Descartes' theory that dogs were merely unintelligent machines.

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The idea that dogs feel emotions, specifically love, is debatable. Though older schools of scientific thought refuted the notion that dogs had human-like feelings, some researchers today believe the subject deserves more attention.

All mammals, including dogs, have a "pleasure center" in their brains that is stimulated by dopamine, the chemical that regulates feelings of happiness. For example, when a dog is playing fetch, dopamine is released in the pleasure center and the dog is "happy." Since humans have similar brain chemistry, can we assume that dogs and humans are much more alike emotionally than previously thought?

According to Fred Metzger, a guest lecturer in animal sciences at Penn State and a State College veterinarian, "Dogs probably don't feel love in the typical way humans do. Dogs make investments in human beings because it works for them. They stand something to gain from putting so-called emotions out there. The more 'cute factor' they give us, the more we feel like they love us. This makes it more likely that we will give them more attention, food treats, outdoor access -- all based on how much of a show they put on for us." Metzger theorized that dogs "love" us as long as we continue to reward their tricks and antics with treats and attention.

In a statement sure to shock dog lovers everywhere, Metzger added, "If we moved our dogs to our neighbor's house and that neighbor gave the dogs as much as we gave them and in the same motivational forms, I believe our dogs would adapt to the new life and would become as loyal to the neighbor as they were to us."

The idea that Fido's love could be easily transferred to the family next door may seem unsettling, considering the amount of time and emotion most people invest in their canine counterparts. However, Leslie Burgard, a certified dog trainer in State College, does not think the subject of puppy love is quite so simple.

"Their loyalty is unconditional -- much like that between a parent and child," Burgard said. "For the most part, our dogs would go to bat for us, even on our worst and most intolerable day. All parents have days when they may not really like their kid that much, but they always love them unconditionally; even parents of troubled or criminal children love them on some level. The love and the loyalty that drives that emotion is instinctual ... I think dogs have a 'love' or connection with their humans that is free of preconceived perceptions."

Susan B. Eirich, a biologist and psychologist and founder of the Earthfire Institute, thinks that primatologist Jane Goodall's research gives us a good indication that animals actually do have emotions. "From a behavioral perspective, it only makes sense that animals would experience emotions ... As Goodall notes, social animals must be able to read other animals in their society and must be able to maintain social bonds."

"When you think about it," explained Eirich, "strong emotion underpins social behavior and connection."

Eirich suggested that emotions underlie intraspecies communication, from barking to growling to the baring of teeth to show anger and aggression. So, are those "puppy dog eyes" signaling true love or a manipulation to get dog biscuits out of you? As long as science remains undecided, the meaning of your dog's "happily" wagging tail is up for interpretation.

(WHat do you think about that? I do to feel love!!! I FEEEEEEEEEL LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEE!!! I love you?)

I am getting spayed today..

Hurrah! It is the school holidays.. C-E-L-E-B-R-A-T-E WA dogs~ Your owners are free from that thing they are dragged to 5 days a week for 6 hours a day! But.. what's this? Mommy is sad..I wonder why.

Oh..No..no...no...no...no...no...

Why did she do this? Why me?? Horrible. It's my last morning as a completely naturally normal female dog. I am going to get spayed. desexed. neutured. THEY ALL MEAN THE SAME THING!!

Panicing..Panicing..Panicing..Panicing..PANICING people! Just wait amoment, while I hyperventilate and scream for mommy..

Okay.. So I'm calm now.. Now..I'm calm..

That was this morning. I'm alright now.. Bit drowsy from the ana..ana..annnnass..? You know what it is.. snuck a laptop in with me.. teehee, lucky they didn't find it when I was put in this crate. Mommy and family are coming to pick me up in an hour. I don't think I'll be that excited when I'm offered a ride in the car next time..Sheeeeesh.

I also, got my ears plucked, couple of my baby teeth pulled out, and got checked for incontinence. GUEEEESSS what? It's the type where I CAN fix it by taking oestrogen everyday. The pills cost about $100 AU per year. The thing is forever, and daily. I guess it's worth it seeing mommy happy again. She didn't come with me to the vet. I think she would have been upset. it's the right thing. I know it, she knows it. But, believe me, it is very, very, very, VERY upseting. If you don't believe me, read the book called, " THINGS THAT ARE VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY UPSETING " by a very,very, very cute dog called JoJo. It's not in the market, but you could possibly buy it off my cousin. SHe has the one and only copy, though I doubt she is going to give it up soon. It's autographed by ME, of course.

Weelll, I guess it's pretty much eat, sleep, cuddle from me for now. At leat, for a week. NO JUMPING. Nuh-uh.. NO JUMPING AT ALL. Which, I suppose, isn't really that hard..

This little doggy is laying low for now. Maybe a lil' bit of fake pain will earn me some treats...

Signing off ( Oh how ORIGINAL ), JoJo

Just read it..the title is NOT important..

MY FORUM ARCHIVE:

Barked: Thurs Jul 6, '06 6:37am PST

I've heard of spay incontinence but is that really the only type? I haven't been spayed and yet I keep gfetting worse at golding my pee. At 7 months old i should be able to hold it for at least a long while. I pee on my bed, when I greet people with excitement..Sometimes, I just DRIP. What is this..?

Mommy gets sad when she thinks of this, because if it was a birth defect it can't be treated. If it's fro some other sreason, sometimes it can be helped with oestrogen pills....

Is there any way of testing? I am planning to get spayed this coming saturday.. Should I put that off in case of it getting worse?

JoJo

PS. I had Puppy Strangles at 8 weeks. it's over now but I had to take steroids.. Could this have effected my problem? It only started some time after my sickness passed...

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Here is the link if you want to reply :D

http://www.dogster.com/forums/thread.php?t=336667

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My great aventure of JUMPING was testing my tolerance. Stupid, stupid legs, brain, knees.. Why did I, of all people have to be afraid of heights?? Worse yet, there are no steps in this house of mine.. Nothing low enough for me to start training..

Sometimes on Fridays, mommom takes me in the car with mommy up to the highschool, to meet the highschool people who just come out from symphony ochestra, like big bro. We go half an hour earlier, to run on the big oval and explore. Usually Kimea and her fluffy poochy, Jingles come along. They are super-cool. When we venture further out, a step up a small hill appears - BOOM - out of nowhere...

Jingles hops up these steps like she's floating on a cloud. Dern her lucky house. it has steps.. Anyhow.. It took mommy some wuick, evil, scary thinking to get me up. She told me bye-bye, while holding the leash. I was fooled and it wasn't even April 1st. I jumped up, slowly, yet anxiously. they were only around 15cm apart from each other, and only 7-10 steps. Still, I treated it like I was jumping of a cliff. Once I was up, Praise payed a short visit. after Praise left, mommy expected me to go down again. Whhaaaaaa?!?!? We only just came up this scar beast.. Now you want to go down again? Make up your mind, woman! Oh well, I am an explorer after all... Captain JoJo Cook to the reeeeeeeeessssssscue!

I went down like a little bunny rabbit doing handstands. Mommy cacked herself. Even Jingle grinned at me.
"What? " I protested, " Don't you have ANY sympathy..?"
I put on puppy eyes and grinned evily when mommy carried me all the way back. This was the first step of jumping.

Slowly I began to be more confident, and once while playing chasey with mommy, she jumped up onto the couch and seen as there was a basket of ( OoOoOoO~ CLEAN!! ) laundry next to it, I followd her up. Mommy screamed with surprise, but had a somewhat disappointed look when she found i was too chicken to jump back down...

A couple of days later, the laundry basket was gone. Again, while playing chasey, mommy jumped up onto the couch. I followed, to caught up in the game to realise my actions. True, I was too scared to come back down, but I had jumped almost 0.5 of a metre!

I didn't do this again.. I must've come to my senses but I regretfully bgged for mommy to Pick-me-up..

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Hide and Seek Chasey!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...what utter bliss.

Cept for the part when mommy hides. Why? Why? WHYYYYYYYYYYY?

Firstly, I follow mommy round, playing chasey. Then, mommy stys completely still, and I walk away, bored. Mommy then hides and calls, " JOJOOOOOO ". Excited, I try to find her, usually looking in the place I last saw her. As I turn my head, she creeps out from her hiding spot, giggling, and runs straight foward. I hear, and chase her mad. This repeats, and she hides in the spot where I looked before, but didn't find her. This is because she thinks I'll look elsewhere first. Oh mommy, I'll learn someday... Someday soon!

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My Pre-Christmas Wishlist-

- Dogster Plus
-Someone to take away the doggy safety door
- No more Incontinence problems
- A dance-pad, so I can cha-cha-cha with mommy.

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Woof! it's getting late... Night..Night...Everyo-

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Jo...j-

My Tail of Devotion for ♥ JoJo, The Wonda Pup

This is a special Tail of Devotion

See All Tails of Devotion

My Lost Fang..I chewed up a Texta ( or a felt pen. what do- YOU call it? ) GOD DANG THE COME-POO

I remember you Fang. You and your brother were all I had in this world that couldn't speak. You were ALWAYS there for me.. and not, Fang, you have deserted me. You shouted, " ABANDON SHIP" for whatever reason, but now all I have is Sharpie, your brother. I will miss you always. I know I seemed angry when I tried to eat you, but believe me, you have a good life, in that jewel box mommy put you in.. I promise not to eat that box.

Yes, mommy. I swear. No, I am NOT crossing my paws * crosses paws*. Yes mother..*sigh* I promise * sniggers* NOT to chew up textas, pencils or anthing that can make me change fur coat colour. Happy? Ok..

Carson and Tama, Thank you heeeeeeaaaaaaaappppps and heeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaappppppppssssssss for the rossettes. I would have also loooooveeeeeed to thank all those who ALSO gave them to me, but they died before I got to see them. Awww. If it weren't for mommy. Mr. COmepooooter would have got a hard knocking to the head. Grrrrrrr...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Always wagging, and promising to write mroe tomorrow, whether or not the promise is kept, JoJo

Darn Technology..

Ok, so I DON'T reallly mean that. But darn my come-poo (ter). But, mommy ( silly thing ) stuffed it somehow, and it took ( computer genius ) bro a loooooooonnnnng time to fix. Now it's okay, but I DO have to apologise to my fans, and mommy thinks we have lost many. I doubt it, so I tell her, but she has a temperment problem, so I can't argue. After all, we ARE meant to be man's bet friends. So, I bet you guys are allll wondering what I've been up to during the time I have been sorrowfully gone. Well, to start my adventures off, here goes.

MY BIG DAY AT THE HOO-MAN GROOMERS.

Mommy had come home from Saturday-school, and was Supposedly going to take me out for a walk. She took my leash out, and my box, which puzzled me since it's alwaysone or another. Obidientally, I climbed into the box, but then climbed out again to offer my neck to the string. Mommy ended up putting me intot he box, and putting the string into a bag, holding a toy and a pooper-bag. We took off into the car and stopped at a ( Ohhh ) GRASSY area plus a small house. Mommy says they were going to have their haircut here. She also told me I needn't worry, for I wasn't getting one. Mommom was the first to go, because of some complicated process called colouring, meaning she was going to have some goop stuck in her hair, and then wash it out. It looked yummy.

Mommy proceeded to play with me outside in the backyard, where she let me off leash. YAAAAAy was all I could think of, because it was the FIRST time I ever played freely on grass. Whenever I began to wander, mommy called out, firsly, " COMING? " and if I didn't, " BYE-BYE ", and then walk off to a hidden corner. I, the darhling (ish) loyal puppy, followed. Well, do you EXPECT me to just leave her, let me..I mean HER face danger alone? NO WAY. She, I mean I was going to protect her no matter what. :D

Next up was bro, cuz he only had a fast one. Mommom came out, and I tried to eat her head. Not a pretty sight. Bro was out in the flash of lightning ( please excuse my bad memory, I can never remember the sayings right.. :P ) compared to mommom, and mommy went next. She came out very different, besides mommom, she was the most different looking. Mommom, as you remember had her hair all wrapped in a plastic wrap, to keep the goop in, but was now messed up, cuz I tried to eat it..

Mommy, had had (?) her hair layered. WooOt. It looked good enough to chew ( for me, anywayz ). Daddad didn't go in, for mommom was his hair-dresser now. He has it half-shaved. Oh boy, Mommom went back in, to get the goop out. After 3 years, mommy came out, but by then everyone needed a new haircut, mommy went back for another 3 years, and the cycle continued for 80 years, unti;l they all went completely bald, and I became old enough to be the oldest dog in the world. So, I'm exagruating, and spelling all kinds of words wrong. But that was truly how it felt. I need to get to a mirror, cuz I'm sure my hair has turned grey. We left.

GRANPA, I HARDLY KNEW YOU.

Mother dear, I kew you well,

Mother dear, I know you still.

Mother dear, I knew your mother.

Mother dear, I know her still.

Mother dear, I knew your father.

Mother dear, I know him still.

Mother dear, I knew your Brother.

Mother dear, I know him still.

Mother dear, I knew your Grandma.

Mother dear, I know her still.

Mother dear, I knew your cousins.

Mother dear, I know them still.

Mother dear, I knew your Grandpa.

Mother dear, not anymore.

Mother dear, I feel your pain.

Mother dear, He's gone to heaven.

Mother dear, I kow you too well.

Mother dear, Don't grieve so.

Grandfather, I played in your garden. I miss you already, though I've seen you only once. Sleep well, spread wings, and FLY.

I ATE A PENCIL

I ate a green crayola pencil today. Mother thanks the lord that it was nopt made of lead. Pheew.

GREENIES- BAD.

I always spew up after eating greenies. Mother heard of a dog eating greenies and having an emergency surgery. Things you hear on the internet, you shake you head and say. Well, believe what you want. I love them, but I spew. So pooh. Maybe it's different for different dogs. ALl I know is I don't like them.

WILL BE DELETING MOST MESSAGES.

Dogster is a fun site right? Mommy has asked me to sort out the messages. That's not fun. My timke away form the come-poo ( ter ) has burdened me with a hole heap of over a thousand messages. Reading millions of messages is NOT fun
. I will be scanning each titl, to see if it is personally addressed to me, or if the dog has a problem I can solve. Hear are quick replies to the ones I don't answer. If they do not apply to the following titles, then I will have answered it.

HI- Hello _____, Hope your doing fine! Love, JoJo

My dog ate a sock- Dear _____, I looooove socks with a capital L. Mommy says my mouth is too small to eat a sock, but I tell her, "I'll show you someday!" nad I ill, just you count on it! Love, JOJo

My dog has cancer- I am replying these

I'm dying- WILL BE RPLIED

I died- WILL REPLY

I HATE YOU JOJO- WILL BE DELETED

YOU ARE A ************** - WILL BE DELETED

Hey JoJo -WILL REPLY, if just a hello, will drop a bone, but maybe not reply.
If I get more than 100, may stop dropping bones. BOL

BOL, I made mommy laugh because... - WILL REPLY, or at least read

PLEASE VOTE FOR ME- Will vote, no reply.

PLEASE REPLY- will reply

I NEED HELP WITH ....... - a) If I can, I will
b) If I can't, I won't

JOJO. THIS IS URGENT- WILL

I KNOW YOUR PASSWORD, and will ruin your site- WILL REPLY WITH ?

GROUP MESSAGE, not personal- Depends, don't expect one.

Apologies to all, would have loved to make you happy with a reply, but I'm a dog on a mission, and unfortunately, my schedule has no room for messages, I have to work round that. :D

Love yous all, JoJo