April 8th 2009 3:10 pm
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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)
February 7th 2009 11:44 am
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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?
December 6th 2008 5:32 am
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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.
GOD BLESS YOU, MY FRIENDS, AND FAMILY!!!
November 4th 2008 3:41 pm
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Me bestest friend Lexi tagged me today so me's telling 7 things about meself and den me going to tag sum other's.
1 I was born with no eyes
2 I love my mommy and daddy and I get to sleep wid dem every night.
3 Right now I've learned to hoard toys. I've got all the toys I can find and they are on my blanket behind daddy's chair. Den I lay down and guard dem.
4 I no longer want mommy or daddy to hold me when they feed me. I have to be on the floor like the big girl I am.
5 I no like baths.
6 I no like for mommy to brush me.
7 I love my friends and Aunt Jenna is my hero.Miss Lexi is me best friend. But most of all, me wuvs me Dancer. Me lil luv bug.
August 26th 2008 5:51 am
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Dis is such a sad day for me. Mommy got home dis morning from a sleep study her had to do and when she signed on to the computer and her dogster account, we got some disturbing news. Me Dancer, me lil luv bug, me husband is gone. His mommy went to check on him yesterday afternoon and he was already gone to the bridge. Me don't want this to be real. Me want me Dancer back. Me wuvs him so much. What me gonna do wid out me Dancer? Me no wanna talk, me no wanna play, me no wanna eat, me just want me Dancer back.
Dancer, you will always be me lil luv bug. Me don't know what happened, but me will miss you with all of me heart. You will always be in me thoughts and in me heart.
Take care me lil luv bug, until we meet again. Me luvs you.
Sad Lil Sassy
July 23rd 2008 4:07 pm
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Guess What?????? YEP>>>>>> me went on me first vacation ever. Boy did me have fun. Every body wanted to pet me or hold me and of all the talking to I got. Course mommy wouldn't let just anybody hold me. Dey had to be children and only den if dey were suppervised by der mommy and daddy. Mommy no take chance wid me and strangers.....................bol..............good mommy.
Here's a run down of my vacation.
First things first, me got to go to da zoo. Yep, me was so quiet nobody knew me was der. Mommy took me in her purse/bag. Me was so quiet, Auntie Jenna would have been proud of me, her would. Me would pop me wittle head out every once in a while to see what was making all dem noises, but when dem noises would make again, me would hide in mommy's purse. Den close to da end, one of the workers saw me, and mommy and daddy were asked to go put me in the car while dey finished da tour. Humphhhh...........ME????? Left In A Car??????.......In All Dat Heat????????????, me no tink so. Mommy and daddy said they were finished and left. Den we went on down to da beach. Mommy and daddy took me out on da beach dat first day and put me down. Mommy watched me close and when me raised me paw up and took a big ole sniff, me got sand up me snout. It was awful. Den me held up me odder paw and sniffed it. Same ting...........sand. Well, me couldn't get dat sand off me paws so me just sit right down. Me wasn't moving til mommy picked me up. Her had the nerve to laught at me.......................LAUGHED AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!! HUMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Den mommy calmed down and politely told me dat if me didn't like da sand on me paws, and up me nose, me certainly wouldn't like it on me butt. Ohhhhhh dat made it better????? NOT>>>>>>>>>>> Me den had to worry bout me butt wid all dat sand on it. Me stood up and started yelling at me mommy to pick me up. Her and daddy stood der and took pictures and laughed at me some more. By dis time, me is screaming dat me wants one of dem der divorces from me mommy and daddy and me wants some new mommy and daddy. Some dat won't let me get sand all in me paws, and butt and hair and up me nose, not to mention in me ears and all. Ohhhhhhh and let me tell ya about when daddy was at the waters edge and called me. Well, by den me had had it wid me mommy. So me started trying to find me daddy. When me made it to him, him was standing where the water came up on da beach. Me not knowed it. Me stood der waiting on daddy to pick me up and wondering why him wasn't picking me up. Can sum body guess why him not picked me up???????? YEP, you got it. Him was waiting on da water to come up and get me feet wet. Well, when it did, it was sort of a big wave and it knocked me completely down on me back. Now me is struggling to get up and me can hear me mommy and daddy laughing so loud at me. Me is sputtering and covered in sand, and wet, and crying and carrying on. Didn't dey know dat princesses aren't 'posed to get wet like dat? When me got stood up, me mommy was laughing so hard all her could do was hand daddy a towel for me. Him was laughing so hard him almost dropped me back into dat sand. So me was hanging on for dear life, me was. Den, on top of all dat, mommy tooked me up to da bathroom and was gonna get sum of dat sand off me. When her went in der, dey had showers.............guess what happened?????????............YEP, you got it. Me got a bath!!!!!!! Now me was really screaming at me mommy. Den sum nice little girl came in wid her mommy to get cleaned up and her started petting me and me calmed right down. Her asked mommy why me was crying, and mommy told her dat me no likeded dat sand. Me no likeded dat bath either. So when me thought things were gonna be okay and we were about to go, mommy goes to dis funny looking ting on da wall and turns it up side down. Den her pushes a button and out came some hot air. Her had da nerve to put me up to it to try and dry me hairs. Me yelled and screamed and kicked. Really, me was trying to kick me mommy. When dat was over, we went outside where me daddy was and him took me from mommy. A nice lady came up to mommy and told her dat they didn't allow pets on da beach! WELL, ME NEVER!!!!!!!!!! After all dat, and come to find out me wasn't 'posed to be der in da first place. HUMPHHHHHHHHH, me wasn't too happy wid me mommy and daddy for da rest of da night. Me 'nored dem, dats what me did.
Ohhhh and den, me got to ride on a ferry boat. We drove right on it, and mommy was scared cause it was her first time on one. Her and daddy got out of da car and started taking sum pictures of the rigs in da waters. Mommy could see jelly fishes swimming by da boat. Her seen some dolphins too. Her got lots of pictures...................and den, her handed me to daddy and was turning to get sum odder picture of a big standard poodle that was on board. Da boat hit a wave at dat moment, and SPLASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........yep, der went mommy's camera. All me good pictures are gone. Dey swimming in da ocean wid all da fishes, and eels and sharks and dolphins. Mommy cried and cried and cried. Her still crying today 'bout it. Me told mommy dat her would always have da memories of dat day. Da day mommy and daddy tortured me....................bol.
Well, da rest is about shopping and swimming in da motel pool, which me didn't get to do dat cause no pets allowed in da pool area. Me had a good time. Now, tomorrow, daddy's boss is sending him another 2oo miles from home to do a job dat will take Thursday and Friday to do. Mommy is going wit him and da boss man is paying for der room at a hotel. Isn't dat nice of da boss man? Yep, me tinks so too.
Me loves you all,
July 6th 2008 11:27 am
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Yes me, wittle ol me was one of da picks for Diary of da Day today. It's an extra special day for dat reason and because me brudder Bammie is getting hitched..............'scuse me, Bama. Mommy says only Weedle is allowed to call him Bammie.
Anyway, me so happy me was picked. Me don't know what me did to deserve it, but me so happy 'bout it anyway.
Now an update on me:
Mommy has a new name for me and me no like it. Her calls me a thief!!!!!! Can you believe dat? Yeah me know, me don't know why her would call me dat either. Jes cause me likes to help mommy take the socks out of the dirt clothes basket so her won't forget to wash dem is no reason to call me a thief, is it? Me's helping me mommy. Wit out me to get all the socks out of da basket, mommy might forget to wash dem and den we'd be smellin' her and daddy's feets every where. Me no want dat. Mommy would even smell up her patients rooms at work wit dem smelly feets. Oooooo dat would be bad. And me daddy, well, let's jes say dat me daddy's feets would smell up sumbody's house dat he was at putting up fences........bol. So why her calls me a thief, me don't know. Me will sniff out da socks in da basket and if one if close to da top of da pile, me will not stop til me has it. Den me takes it to da bathroom and plays wit it. Me just getting it ready to be washed. If der is a sock close to da side of da basket, me will pull and pull and pull til me has dat sock pulled out. Sumtimes me not able to get it, but mommy can still see's it cause it's stuck in da hole in da basket.........bol. Gee, a wittle girl can't even help mommy no more wit out being called a name. But dat's okay cause me knows her loves me anyway.
Gotta go now and get ready for da wedding. Love to all me friends.
Da sock thief,
July 1st 2008 6:56 am
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I know it's been a while since me visited you, but me's been real busy........bol.
Me got tagged so now me has to do da tagging............here goes:
Name 4 jobs you have had:
1 Being da baby girl of da house.
2 Being daddy's baby girl when mommy's not home.
3 Being mommy's baby girl when daddy's not home.
4 Being spoiled rotten by everyone.
Name 4 places you have lived.
1 Wid me mommy and daddy.
2 Wid me doggie mommy and daddy
3 In a trailer dat we live in now
4 Wid me mommy and daddy...
Me too little to live anywhere else.
Name 4 places you have been.
1 To my new vets office. Me loves dat man.
2 To grammies house for all da holidays.
3. To da races wid mommy and daddy.
4 To Mobile and da Gulf Coast wid mommy and daddy.
Name 4 places you would rather be:
1 Wid me Dancer in Florida.
2 Wid me Auntie Jenna in NY cause her is me hero.
3 Wid me friend Sadie Bug cause her is so sweet.
4 Wid me mommy and daddy forever.
Okay now me has to tag 4 pups.
1 Dancer cause him's my luv bug and me hubby.
2 Auntie Jenna cause her's me Auntie and me hero.
3 Uncle Buddy cause him's me Uncle and me luvs him.
4 Me budder in law Goofy cause him's big and me luvs him.
5 Sadie Bug cause her's my friend.
Me added an extra one................hehehehehehehe
March 10th 2008 12:33 pm
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Well, it's been awhile since mommy has let me post in my diary. Shhhhhhhh don't tell her but me is sneaking this in. Not that she will mind, but you know how mommy's are, they have to approve everything their babies do.
I've been doing great so far. No more throwing up and pooping bloody stuff. Mommy made me an appointment for the vet next Friday. She just wants me to finish my shots and get another check up. Nothing serious, we hope.
Mommy and daddy have figured out something. You see, when we go to sleep at night, I always sleep next to my mommy. But then I growl and bark at whatever moves. Mommy can slightly move and I growl and bark. Sadie or Snuggles can move and I go crazy. But when daddy gets enough of my barking and growling, he has started getting me and putting me next to him. Now everyone knows that daddy's mean business. And we don't mess around with ours. He loves us, but him is the "What for " in this house. So, anyway, when daddy gets me and puts me beside him, he hugs me up really close to him and I get to snuggle all night with him. I never once bark or growl. No matter who or what moves. Mommy asked the vet the other day about this and he said that it's probably cause mommy takes up the most time with me and I am in a funny sort of way, protecting my property. Yes mommy is MINE, MINE, MINE. I own mommy, she don't own me........bol. 'Scuse me, lost my wittle head there for a minute. Anyway, I guess the vet is right cause I don't want Snuggles or Sadie Pearl near my mommy. After all, her is MINE, ain't she? That's what I thought.
Anyway, I better go for now so I can go get Snuggles out of mommy's lap. A girl can't turn her head for on second around here.
November 25th 2007 5:30 pm
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Okay, me has been Christmas tagged by me loving Aunt Jenna. So me has to write Santa Paws a letter.........here goes:
Dear Santa Paws,
You may remember me from last year. Me was very wittle then tho. Me not know what to ask for then but me does now. Are ya listening Santa Paws? Here's what me wants most this year.
1. Me would love to have a lovely wardrobe so me could wear a different dress every day of da week. A wittle girls got to look her best you know!
2. Me would love to have more of me own toys. You know Snuggles, him no like to share wit me. Maybe you could bring him so coal for Christmas cause him's so mean to me sumtimes.
3. Me would like to have sum of dem delicious treats from K-9 Bakery. Only me would like dem to be small enough for me to eat. Me has to eat dem in a hurry cause Snuggles takes um away from me if me mommy isn't watching me closely.
4. Me wish me mommy could get some nice things this year. She always racks up with pressies, but me wish her could get everything her wants. Her is such a good mommy.
5. And Santa Paws, me would love to have me own soft, fluffy blankie and bed. When mommy and daddy leave, me would get in it and stay all day long, with some of me toys and some of me treats.
Okay Santa Paws, me guess that just about does it.
Merry Christmas to all me friends.
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