Likes: sleeping and learning to eat cause she still so little, being held cause she's blind,being held, being held and did I mention being held?
Pet-Peeves: running into things when she's trying to get to her daddy or mommy, having Snuggles take a toy away from her, being held when she wants to run and play
Favorite Toy: a stuffed puppy, a baby seal that's just her size and a flip flop. She's learning to squeak a few toys though.
Favorite Food: puppy food that is prepared by my mommy and scrambled eggs, LOVE THEM EGGS!
Favorite Walk: house, out in the back yard.
Best Tricks: sleeping, eating, pooping, peeing, playing, rearing up on mommies legs, trying to jump on the chairs, and chasing Snuggles and Sadie through the house, I also love running in circles, until I run into something.
Arrival Story: My maltipoo, Sadie, and my toy poodle Snuggles had babies, all girls. This little one is the runt of the litter, and still at almost 5 weeks old hasn't opened her eyes. The vet said at this point we need to give her more time because she's like a premy and developing slowly, but that it's possible that she could never open her eyes, thus leaving her blind. UPDATE!!!!!>>>>>>>On Aug. 25th, 2006, we found out that she will never see and she will have to have surgery to sew her eye lids shut to keep out infection. Infection could go to her brain and we would loose her and we do not want that to happen.
Bio: Sweetest thing this side of hershey kisses!UPDATE: Sassy has come a long way. She's growing so much but is still very tiny. We don't think she'll get much bigger, but she is learning so much so fast. She can find us when we call her, she knows exactly where her food and water and puppy pads are, she knows how to follow our footsteps to follow us all around the house, she can go from our bedroom to her blankie, (which is a comforter) in the living room without running into anything. Running into things sometimes makes her mad if she is trying to keep up with us, but otherwise she just backs up and turns a little bit and trys again. UPDATE: She's beginning to rear up on her hind legs, scratch at my legs when she wants to be held, running in circles that get bigger and bigger until she runs into something, and she is now trying to jump up into the chairs.
UPDATE: 2/1/07: She is learning to walk with a harness and lead leash on, but just in the house right now. She has learned the sound of her daddy's truck and when he pulls into the yard, she's right there at the back door waiting for him to come in to pick her up and play with her. She has discovered that the vents put out warm air, and she listens for the heat to kick on, and then she goes to the nearest vent and lays down. She knows it won't stay on long so she's learned where all the vents are in every room in the house. It's so cute to watch her go to it and she turns around and then lays down on it till it kicks off and then she's up and running and playing.UPDATE: 3/18/07...Sassy has now learned that when Sadie and Snuggles bark, there is someone or something outside that we need to see about. Well, she's learned to bark when they to do. It's so cute cause she sticks her hinney up in the air but lets her front part lay on the floor and she'll growl first 2 times and then she let's go with the barking. I guess those growls are her getting warmed up to do something she's hardly ever done.
UPDATE: 4/8/08.....Sassy knows when it's time to go to bed. When we are asleep, she sleeps between me and her daddy. But when she has to go tee-tee, she comes to me, sits on my pillow and licks my cheek. If that don't wake me up, she'll sniff and lick till she finds my ear and then she lets out a huge bark that would wake the dead. I put her down, she goes and does her business and then comes back to my side of the bed and barks and I pick her up and put her back under the cover and off to sleep we go again. Now if she wants to get a drink of water after doing her business, she won't go into the kitchen by herself. We think she thinks there is a bugger in there or something. She'll sit in the door way and bark until I get up and walk into the kitchen with her. She drinks her water and then leads me back to bed. She loves to be held and now when I'm on the computer I have to hold her. Just as I am today trying to type this. She is the joy and pride of my life. I can't remember my life before her and I can't imagine life without her. I'm so glad that God gave me this precious gift of love.
UPDATE>>>>>>>UPDATE>>>>>>> Sassy has started seeing another vet and he is crazy about her. He's done some research about underdeveloped eyeballs and this is what he says happened to her. She was the last pup, and because of this, she didn't get everything she needed to fully develope in every way from her mom. He said there was no need to go into her eyes and clip the nerve and sew her lids shut. That was uncalled for according to him. And we trust him completely. He used to be Bama's vet. Why I ever went to someone else I'll never know. Anyway, he's amazed at her ability to function so good. The receptionist is in love with her, the vet-tech is in love with her. All of them want her. But of course they can't have her. I promised them that once we have her teeth pulled, I will take her to see them sometimes.
And now that she's 2 years old, she has decided that she no longer wants to be held when she's eating. No, she wants to be on the floor with the other's. She's my angel, and of course whatever she wants, she gets. Her daddy makes sure of that............haha.
UPDATE::::::>>>>>>>>>>Now Sassy has decided that ALL the toys are her's. Every last one of them. When she is missing one, she knows exactly where she left it, or where Snuggles and/or Sadie Pearl took it. She'll go to the bed room door and howl...yes HOWL until we open the door. Then she goes in, finds the toy and takes it back to the blankie behind her daddy's chair and piles it on top of the other's. She plays with some of them, but mostly she's hoarding them. If Snuggles or Sadie goes any where near them, she panics and starts to growl and bark at them. It's like she's saying...."Leave them alone, THEY"ER MINE!!!!". I think it's her motherly instint kicking in. It's like the toys are her babies. And she's got to protect them babies. But she's still my baby and still the sweetest thing this side of hershey's kisses.
Forums Motto: Born to be held, and loved, and kissed.
This is God.... Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.
I do Not need your help.
So, have a nice day.
I love you.
And, remember.... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself!
Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box.
I will get to it in MY TIME.
All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.
Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you..
You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!
Now, you have a nice day.
God has seen you struggling, God says it's over.
A blessing is coming your way.
If you believe in God, please send to ten furs who you think deserve to be blessed!.
I WANT THESE TEN FURS TO BE BLESSED....
Buddy of Corolla
Miss Jenna Pooh
Booger Butt da 2nd (Gizmo)
Copy this diary entry, and paste it into your diary. Read and then delete my answers. Then you can fill in your own! We can get to know our pals better!! Have fun!! Then send a rosette to 4 pals and ask them to post it in their diary!!!!
1. What color is your collar?
Mommy won't let me wear a collar unless she's here because I almost died with one on. But I have a pink one I wear when she's here.
2. What kind of food do you eat?
We eat Purina moist bites and bolonga, vieanna's and treats.
3. What are your favorite treats?
Scrambles eggs, table food, and popcorn when mommy picks out da husks for me.
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other??
Nope, my Valentine is in heaven with Jesus. I miss you Dancer.
5. Do you get Table Scraps?
All da time. I da baby, what you think?
6. What is your favorite toy?
All of da toys are MINE. Der is nobody in dis house 'posed to have any toys, less I want dem to.
7. When is your Birthday?
July 11th, 2006........dat's me mommy's birthday too. Da day not year.
8. How many times a day do you get to eat?
Mommy or daddy put food down early in da morning, and it stays down for us all day cause dey not here. Den at night, mommy feeds me by hand.......I da Baby......ya know.
9. Do you have a favorite color?
All da colors of me toys......
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Listen to God and let him work through you. This is the time of year we need to slow down and take time to listen. God is a great and wonderful God. Just Listen,
Love Forward always,
TO MEET SUCH A MAN
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant
just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company 'were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.' My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others
around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep with in me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.'
Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the
square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.
'Looking for the pastor?' I asked.
'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.'
'Have you eaten today?'
'Oh, I ate something early this morning.'
'Would you like to have lunch with me?'
' Do you have some work I could do for you?'
'No work,' I replied. 'I commute here to work from the city, but I
would like to take you to lunch.'
'Sure,' he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?'
' St.. Louis '
'Where you from?'
'Oh, all over; mostly Florida .
'How long you been walking?'
'Fourteen years,' came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'
Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in
life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his
life over to God
'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me
to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.'
'Ever think of stopping?' I asked.
'Oh, once in a while,
when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling.
I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and
Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it like?'
'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show
'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments.
Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me.'
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said,
'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.'
I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was
not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through it
14 times,' he said.
'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and
see' I was able to find my new friend a Bible
that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
'Where are you headed from here?' I asked.
'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park
'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'
'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star
right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.'
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his
mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep messages
from folks I meet.'
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had
touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you,
declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.'
'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just
strangers, but I love you'
'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!'
'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked.
'A long time,' he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend
and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New Jerusalem.'
'I'll be there!' was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'
'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.'
'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold
front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my
car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a
pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the
handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his
hands would stay warm that night without them.
Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the
world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in
the New Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or
any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass
this way again.
My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to
bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be
This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not
break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is
no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another.
God bless and have a nice day!
'Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name Amen.'
I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching, I felt
each of you would enjoy it greatly.