Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

To one and all who have stood beside me, I will be your furiend furever and fur always! You know who you are. [paws to chest] I have had unfortunately been attacked for the pictures I have on my page. Truth being Hqs told me they are no worse than anything you seen in the Victoria Secret catalog. I am just having fun being a girl. It could be worse, they could be pics of mummy’s body in a bathing suit...trust me you don't want to go there!...ewwwwwwwwwww... bol...smack...ouch...I keep forgetting who my stenographer is! dangit...ow

Anywho, if anyone has a problem with anything on my page, don’t hesitate to contact me first. We can discuss it and if you still have a problem then go to Hqs. I got kenneled for two days which didn’t allow me to attend my woofday pawty or attend to administering to the groups I have started. [sniff sniff honk snorkle honnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk -- blows so hard hankie stands straight out]

We want to keep Dogster a clean and furiendly place to hang out. Mummy is 70% disabled American veteran [puts paw to head in salute] and this is her social life. We haven’t made furiends on Dogster, mummy says we met da rest of our family on Dogster... My time on Dogster has been about love and family [crosses both front legs over chest and light pats her chest]. We have a group called Sisters-in-Paw...mummy has so many sisters now, she’d hate to see the family reunion...bol...

But seriously, we are reasonable and willing to discuss any content that you might find offensive, but please remember, we do not put anything on our page that you do not find in everyday catalogs...and trust me there are some pretty racy catalogs out there and the picture is my main pic which was the front cover of GQ magazine and it was Jessica Simpson's body.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! Thank you Lori for always listening and being pleasant about any problems we may be having and understanding that this is our place to be with family [blows her kisses].

Love furever and fur always – Jenna

4-19-08 My Woofday!

It’s hard to believe that it has been 3 years since I came to live in my furever home, but it has! My life is wunderfur now and I’m living the life of a queen! Daddy takes me everywhere he goes and mummy comes home with treats and toys after being gone all day...life doesn’t get better than this except if mummy could stay home wid me! But dat’s life and it is still good cause we gots each other and I gots my Buddy Boo, his loving family and all my sweet wunderfur furiends. Thank you all who sent me wishes on my day, I certainly appreciate it. Thank you Mummy Ginny and Daddy Louis for getting membership in da Corolla Wild Horses Fund! and dey did it in my name! Dat was so sweet of you and I hope it helps. For our woofdays now we give to a local animal charity instead of sending gifts to each other. We gots all we need and der are so many animals out der dat need love, warmth and food.

Well gots to go, maybe mummy will let me have some more of her cherished Laughing Cow cheese...she even gave me her wedge last night! Wasn’t dat nice of her – BOL! Saves her da calories...

Anywho, dat’s my story for today and I’m sticking to it like glue! Love your furever and fur always furiend Jenna

Update

Well as all of you may know by now...The Divine One has been on a diet! [puts paw to forehead] and it has been torture, pure torture...no Bit O Honeys [Jenna: ok mummy has snuck me a couple...hee hee...can’t let Daddy or Doc Allen know!]...I’m just withering away to nothing [Mummy Donna: She hasn’t lost a pound folks!] and oh my oh my...mummy and daddy have left me all alone in dis big ole house by myself tonight! I’m scared...Buddy fly up to get me will ya...I’m telling ya folks dey have been cruel and inhuman to me! [Mummy Donna: We leave the lights on for her, the t.v. on for her, she has good and water and she has her own place on the bed, she has her own mattress on the floor and she has the run of the house and any piece of furniture she sees fit to lay on] and I’m calling da ASPCA...if I could dial...so anybody worried about me...don’t be...I’ll be brave, but when dey get home I’m going to ignore dem and just give dem da cold shoulder! [Mummy Donna: yeah right, Jenna dance...hop hop paw paw hop hop paw paw...well you get the idea]...dat’s my story and I’m sticking to it! Love to all...The abused and neglected Divine Miss Jenna Pooh...

Four letter words are not good!

I know folks it has been some time since I’ve written in my diary...(holds paw up)...but wait its not my fault...my secretary has been under da weather a bit so since I can’t type (no thumb)...I’ve had to wait. But here I am folks in all my glory (holds front legs out)... I must say (sniff sniff)...news hasn’t been good of late...(sniff sniff honk snorkel snort – blows nose in hankie)...I went to see Doc Allen (my vet) and let me tell you, I’m not too happy wid da man. To put it delicately...he pokes me in places dat shouldn’t be poked. He cut my nails widout my consent. He also wrote a note and forged my signature on it saying dat mummy had to put me on a diet for my own sake (looking very indignant and tapping widdle paws)...humph...my own sake...humph I say! (folds front legs together in front of her and just looks up in da air)...do you know that der are couple tings about dat word which must not be mentioned in my presence (diet) dat I do not like...da word die is in it...and it means I have to starve...I don’t get Bit O Honeys...I get cut back on my chicken jerky...I get cut back on my treats...humph (starts blinking her eyes as she brings moisture to her eyes – starts shying and sniffing)...really folks don’t feel sorry for moi... just remember me as you enjoy your treats...I’ll be fine (she looks away, but looks out of da corner of her eye to see if da listener is listening)...really – I tink I might run away... I’m tinking hard about it (looks to see if mummy is listening)...(speaks a little louder)...seriously I am tinking about it...running away to a home dat will feed me and not starve me...(sees mummy laughing and starts pouting)...well I guess I’m stuck here...(sighs very heavily – puts her paw to her forehead and falls back on her back...and just lies there) – part two to follow....

(whispers out of da side of her mouth -- dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! winks)

Uh oh

Mummy got her Easter present from Daddy early and boy am I in trouble. She even got daddy in on da conspiracy. Cesar Milan seem to be in everybody business lately and I'm going to have to have a talk wid dat cute guy. Just cause he's cute and has dat dazzling smile she tinks he knows everyting. Well I guess I'm not da leader anymore...it be mummy and she is trying to teach daddy how to be leader...haaaaaaaa! He's such a pushover! I gots him wrapped around my widdle wiggly tail. But for now...yes mummy no mummy anyting you say mummy.

Dat's my sniff sniff...(crying in her paw)...story and I'm...snort snorkle honk...(blowing nose into paw)...sticking to it! Raspberries to you Cesar! Humph! Your pal Pooh

Look what Buddy Boo got for his woofday from Rex d'Amore

Looky a poem wid my name in it ain't dat cool!

Buddy of Corolla is really flying high today...
Because Buddy is celebrating his very own woofday...
He's such a handsome guy loved by his wife...Jenna Poo!
Everyone that knows him also loves him, too!
So many best wishes are being sent his way...
And, so many nice things do they have to say!
His pals at the PlayGround and Pawty Place, too!
Want to woof much happiness, Buddy, to you!

Good job Rex...dat's my story for today and I'm sticking to it!

The Divine Miss Jenna

Get the hankie ready!

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, "To Meredith" in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, "When a Pet Dies." Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven.

Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.

By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God

sniff sniff...Jenna

Jenna's Rules

JENNA POOH’S RULES

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1. If I like it, it is mine!

2. If it is in my mouth, it is mine!

3. If I can take it from you, it is mine!

4. If I had it a little while ago, it is mine!

5. If I am chewing something up, all the pieces are mine!

6. If it is mine, it must never appear to be yours anyway!

7. If it just looks like mine, it is mine!

8. If I saw it first, it is mine!

9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine!

10. If it is broken, it is yours!

11. If you do not like dog hair, tough, I live here!

12. If you do not want to rub my belly, tough, I am princess and what I say goes (except for Queen Mum)!

13. If you do not like the way I smell, then do not smell me!

14. If I am not invited, then Mummy and Daddy are not invited!

15. If you get too close to my Mummy, watch out, I will do to you what I did to Buddy and Thatcher for doing the same thing!

In other words, this house and the world revolves around me!!!!

That is my story and I am sticking to it! With deepest affection: The Divine One

The Day in the Life of the Dkkivinest Diva

Well, it was one of dose very very busy days **Jenna lays back fanning herself** I slept in until 11 a.m. and den I yawned **holds paw beside mouth and whispers** dats my exercise and den I moved to da living room where I got up on da couch **Jenna yawns**...I rested until 11:30 a.m. when I finally had to make a widdle girls room break **winking**. Well it was cold and I certainly wasn't going to stand out in da cold, not good for a girl's complexion. I came back in where I retired to da recliner. **Jenna smooths her coat...checking her nails** Where daddy brought me my lunch. Den I watched some t.v. wid daddy...**stretching out as long as she can** and I took a beauty nap. Shortly after dat mummy came home and she wasn't feeling well so being the trooper dat I am **Jenna pats herself on the back** I got back in da recliner wid mummy and we took a nap. Well next ting you know it is time for din din...well daddy fixed dinner **holding her nose up** nuffin for moi...grilled cheese and tomato soup...ick...hoomans! **Jenna sticks nose really high in air until she tips over on her back** oopsie **Jenna stands back up trying to pretend nuffin happened** well anyway. Den mummy wanted to play ball so I placated her and played for a while and den she got tired again and we went in da bedroom and got in bed. **Jenna gives out a very loud yawn** Time for nighty night...well a girl can't get enough beauty sleep you know? **Jenna winks and gives just the slightest hint of a smirk** Dat's my story and I'm sticking to it...Love Divine Jenna

No Spittles and No horn dogs in my house EVER!

Okay here goes how my day has gone! **sniffing and sobbing in hankie** My daddy's friend [notice I say MY daddy's friend] came over with a spittle and a new doggy. Well I avoided da spittle at all costs, but I wanted to sniff and get to know dis new doggy. Widdle guy, just a puppy, so we played and played and we ran and we sniffed and we ran and we sniffed and I let him play wid my toys [I know...I know you are saying to yourself "Jenna shared?"...go figure] and before you knew it...**sniff sniff...honk honk...snorkle...honk...sniff...crying uncontrollably*** da doggy was being petted by MY daddy...notice I said MY daddy...as in MY daddy, mine, all mine, exclusively mine, nobody else's but mine, MINE MINE MINE...***stomping widdle feet*** Well I went over and sat in front of Daddy and I was tinking he would be bright enough to read my mind so I sat there staring at him sending him my toughts, but NOOOOOOO, he must have been sleeping cause it works when I have to go potty! So I tried jumping into his lap...daddy doesn't have a lot of lap, so I tried to jump again and I tried until I got on his lap...***sticking tongue out*** so there you widdle stinker...don't get near my daddy, my mummy, my grammy, my stuff, my territory, my home -- yes I said my home, I used to live in a bar, so I know when I gots a good ting and living here is pretty cushy -- so don't even tink about stepping on MY territory. and do NOT I emphasize NOT bring spittles or dogs that will horn in on other dawgs territory (a spittle is a hooman under da age of 18) in MY HOUSE! ***holding paw to head*** I must go lie down in my bed, da one I share wid mummy and daddy, well dey have to have a place to sleep too you know, this has been an exhausting day. Dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! ***falling back on bed in a swoon*** Poozer