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Your Divine Miss Jenna Pooh

Christmas time = Spittles and Santa

Now here's da new twist on my cursed life [Jenna pacing back and forth]. Da spittles are coming on Sunday and mummy says I have to be locked in da bedroom so they can't get to me [puts her head in her paw]. Also Santa is coming and I don't like da fat guy [shaking her head]. He hugged daddy last year and I was close to taking his head off [pretending like someone is holding her back]. But da spittles...Buddy fly here and get me will ya? [holding paws together in a plea]. I don't like those spittles they tug at me and take my balls and my stuffies and take all my mummy's attention away from moi, I don't like it I tell ya [tapping widdle paw]. Mummy said they could come and she never asked me how I felt about it [pouting]. Well I would have said NO! No way! Lock me in da bedroom will ya. Hey its better dan da old days when I got left outside cause wait a minute...soft bed, t.v., treats...hmmmmm not a bad idea [holding paw to chin and looking up]! I'll have to get back to you on dis one...I have to tink it over. rofbmbo - Love Jenna

Over da river and tru da woods to grammy's house we- gooooooooooooo!

Yippeeeeeeee...we gots to go see grammy today and she gave me cheeeeeeeese! She always has cheese for me...more cheese please...blink my eyes...grammy told mummy to go get me some more cheese and mummy said no and I sat there and blinked my eyes and grammy yelled at mummy and said mummy was going to make me cry (rofbmbo) ... oh dat was a good one. Dat's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Love Jenna

Christmas is coming da goose is getting fat!

Well I don't know about any of you, but here at my house der are trees everywhere. [scratching head] Mummy says one of da trees is mine, but it is awfully high up for dis grrl to relieve herself and I can't get to any of da stuffies. [rofbol] Stuffies everywhere...all over da place...and I can't have one to chew [rolling eyes] She is putting boxes and boxes of stuff with paper all on da outside and I get up on da boxes and she shoos me off...[tapping widdle paw] I don't get it! Der are stuff inside dat's yours and dey don't want you to get it. [shaking head] Hoomans, go figger? Anywho, ders a stocking shaped like a bone stuffed wid something mummy says is mine. [looking up at stocking, tilting head one way and tilting head da udder way] If it is mine, why can't I have it? Silly mummy. She says I have to wait for Santa Claws...[scrunching up face] I wonder if I've ever met him. I know John and I know Grammy, but I never heard of Santa Claws before I moved here. [sitting down and patting head with hankie, sighing] I hope he's really really nice, cause if he's a cat....nummmmmmers! I certainly hope da Poop kitties forgive me. [blushing] Well mummy says I have to be good until the 25th, silly mummy I'm always good [winking] Good night -- dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! Love Pooh

Da line has been crossed in the Dawg/Cat War in Hector, New- York!

My friends I made it back from da battle front [Jenna holds her paw to her heart]...battle is not pretty my friends...especially when da enemy is cats, an army of vicious cats...sneaky, mean, fighting cats...now I’m not saying all cats are vicious [snarling]...me loves da Poop kitties, etc. etc...but da cats dat live in wine country, New York State are vicious and sneaky. Der are four cats in dis particular army. Now I know dey have been having der battle ready meetings cause dey were laying in wait to attack. Mummy got me by da first cat...hah! Mummy wouldn’t let me at dat cat...dats okay...mummy isn’t always watching! But da second cat, da one I believe to be das general! Got me...I was wounded [holding face]. Blood was drawn and it was mine, dey got my snout and eyelid...oh no, [waving paws frantically] my friends do not get faint hearted...it was just a flesh wound...really...sniff sniff snorkle snort honk [holding paw to forehead]...mummy saw blood all over da floor and tought it was from da cat...but she saw it was coming from moi! Being the warrior I am (dats why dey call my Poozer da Broozer) [standing at attention with chest stuck out] a little blood was not going to stop me from getting a taste of cat. No no...cat mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, nummers. But mummy did! Darn her. As soon as dat cat drew blood it took off, smarter dan it looks trust me! Den der was da cat sitting outside of da sliding glass door just tormenting me [wiping eyes with hankie] – daring me to come tru dat glass to get it...but mummy held me back [pretending to wrestle with invisible mummy]. Dey may have won dis battle, but ha ha – dey have not won da war [holds paw in air]. Dat’s my story my friends from da battle front [salutes]. Private Jenna Pooh of da Dawg Army!

Christmas Tag

I've been tagged by Bailey, NPC for Christmas and I have to write a letter to Santa with five requests:

Here goes:

Dear Santa Claws:

My name is The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh and I know you know me cause you leave me presents every year! But this is my first letter to you with my wishes for Christmas:

1. I would really like it if you would bring Mellow home to her mommy and Kokoa Girl...they both miss her so and I believe that you and God will help.

2. I would really like it if you could help Dancer's mummy with her problem...we both know what that is and I know you and God will help.

3. I would really like it if you could give mummy her wish from the VA and give her and daddy just enough money to pay off the mortgage and then mummy could stay home with me full-time. I really really would like it for her because of her disabilities and I know that you and God can do this for her they don't really want more than that.

4. I wish that you could put my husband Buddy of Corolla in my stocking for me at Christmas.

5. I would really like it if you could make all the sick doggies and cats well again for their mummy and daddy's sakes. I would give up 3 and 4 if you could make this wish come true.

Now I'm going to go tag someone else for Christmas -- Lil Sassy.

That's my wishes and I'm sticking to it. Love jenna

4.

Army of Cats

Everyone...I am writing dis my last Will and Testament...no please let me explain... I am going to see da army of cats tomorrow and mummy said not to worry, she'd keep me from da cats. Ha! Mummy you are good, but dey are better! Dey smart, dey tricky and dey are everywhere...I swear to you, Mummy says they only have 5 cats, but I know dey multiply in da middle of da night...each one sitting somewhere to torture me. So I must write this to put my affairs in order. Buddy, my loving husband, to you my favorite toy Mr. Caterpillar...protect him and keep him safe will ya my love? Lil Sassy to you my loving niece, to you my favorite teddy bear, but please do not tell anyone that I had an addiction to teddy bears please. Goofball, my loving brudder in law, to you my food and water bowls. Dey are precious to me and I know you above all udders will love dem da most! Weedle, my sweet sister-in-paw, I give to you my stuffed angel, you will luv her like a sister....oops mummy says its time for bed...I have so many more loved ones to remember...but da rest, please just take turns choosing something from my oversized pile of stuffies, collars, outfits, coats, etc. Sniff sniff...I will be brave and I will put up a courageous fight...hugs and kisses to all. I am off to war. Good night and take care. Dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! Love Jenna

My opinion

To all those I offended and lost a friendship over this week by speaking my mind...I am sorry for your loss of a friend...for those who don't agree with me and respect my right to speak my mind and offer an opinion and choice, thank you for being my friend and respecting the fact that we do not have to agree on everything...and for those of my friends who supported me and backed me, I thank you for your support and backing and respecting my right to an opinion and my opinion.

Enough said...that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Love Jenna Pooh DePasquale and Donna

How we feel about Dog/animal fighting people

Dear Michael Vick,
Although we use the term Dear loosely.
You are a complete and total bass turd. You are lower than bass turd!
I poop at you, although you aren't worth the wear and tear on my sphincter.
Sincerely yours,
Gussie Finknottle,
Elvis the Ibizan,
Priscilla,
Mercury,
Rajah Q.,
Mingus Wilbur
Socks E Grrly
Patch
TRIXIE MAE
PUPPIE
TRIXIEMAE ANIMATION
TRIXIEMAE AND SNUGGLES
The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh (I added my feelings!)
Buddy and Jenna's Wedding Page!

If you feel the same way copy and paste into your diary! and don't forget to add your name to the end of the list!

My journey to wine country:

10/18/07: I packed my bag wid Bit-o-Honeys, chicken jerkey
& my stuffies -- mummy put in dog food (yuckum). My mummy
carried my bag for me...service here is A-One. We loaded
our bags in da trailer and loaded ourselves into daddy's
truck and settled in for da long and arduous trip (yes I said
arduous!) to Hector, New York, da home of Red Cat Wine.
Mummy remembered our favorite blankie so we just snuggled
and slept most of da way. It was a beautiful autumn day, da
colors were brilliant and da trees were ablaze wid red, yellow
and oranges! As soon as got to da end of da road, I knew exactly
where we were -- cats, goats, birds, oh boy! Well mummy took
me to see da goats and mama goat and I said hello wid a couple
of head butts! What fun! Then we saw da babies and dey ain't
babies anymore! Dey getting big! Den one of da privates from
da army of cats came to scope me out. We stood nose to nose
and den da fur started flying. Mummy said it was like a cartoon
-- we rolled around and took turns pinning each odder and den
mummy screamed and yanked me away from da cat & before you
knew it da cat took a sucker punch at me. Dat's ok -- no damage
done! Let me tell you dis about dat -- you can't trust a cat. Dey
sneaky and dey cheat! Der's an army of cats and da leader sent
each one of da privates out to take deir turn tormenting me! Ha!
I got a taste of cat and Kokoa Girl let me tell you dey don't taste like
chicken! I want more you hear me! Once you've had a taste for cat
-- you can't control da craving. Der was another cat sitting in a red
wagon (which must be deir special army vehicle) wid just his eyes
peeking over da edge. (see photo of das general cat above) Didn't tink
I saw him -- ha! I've met da enemy and dey are mine! Da cat just
watched me as I barked and barked and barked. I was tied up so I
couldn't even get close and dat cat just sat der tormenting me...
Daddy and John sat outside before bedtime and anudder cat came
out to torment me. Why oh why are dey so cruel? Daddy said before
you knew it da cat sucker punched me five times. Dey know I is tied
up and dey know where to stand to take deir swipe at me and I can't
even retaliate. Humph! I know during da night mummy said to me
every time der was a noise outside of da trailer it was da wind. I say
nay it was da army of cats torturing me. Now da more I tink of it da
angrier I get and da more determined I get. I'm ready for my plate of
cat tartar.

10/19/07: Mummy and I slept in and I woke her up wid kisses
and snuggles to say Happy Burfday Mummy. I wanted to give her
a lick for each year, but my tongue would have fallen out of my
mouf (oopsie, I keep forgetting whose taking dictation). She got up
to take a, um you know, dat nasty word dat should not be spoken
**wid hushed voice** a shower! Well next ting you know she's
screaming at daddy about da water, well what do you expect?
Anyone stupid enough to step into a room and stand under pouring
-- ewwwwww-water should scream. It seems der was no hot water,
rofl, she look funny wid bubbles in her hair. Den she had to rinse wid
cold water. See why I don't like water? We went for a long ride and
after breakfast I gots to meet a golden lab puppy who was tied outside.
I don't do puppies, cause he jumped right on me like I was a stuffie,
well I put him in his place reeeeeeeeeeal quick. But mummy being
da softy she is saw da puppy was tangled and didn't have a lot of rope
to move so she unhooked him and he got loose and he ran over to me
tank dogness. Mummy picked him up and rehooked him up so he could
run his lead. Ain't she special? But I had to hug her and kiss her to get
da smell of dat puppy off her. Den Miss Anna and mummy wanted to go
to Sally's Boutique (Salvation Army -- got to class it up ya know). Daddy
gave mummy money for her burfday and said it was from me. Ain't he
a nice guy? She bought clothes and knick knacks and a pair of earrings
and purses. She tanked me for da presents. Hey you welcome it was
nuffin. I did a lot of chores to save da money for mummy to do her
favorite ting - SHOP! Daddys says she's a clothes horse -- she don't like
any horsey I've ever seen, hmmmmm what's up wid dat? Anywho --
we shopped some more -- mummy took my allowance she saves for
me and bought Christmas presents for my hubby Buddy and his
brudder Goofball. Mummy says I'm a pretty good shopper. I saw da
presents and I tink so too! I got more presents to buy, but I got to do
some more chores first. Well we rode around and every place we
stopped, somebody stayed in da car wid me. After mummy came out
of one of da stores I saw a cat at da end of da parking lot -- cat -- yummy nummers -- well I took off on a dead run -- let me give you some advice
-- don't do dat in a car cause I ran smack dab right into da windshield --
owie! Mummy laughed and I just shrugged it off like nuffin happened...
I kept barking and barking. Well dat cat must have been a private in
dat cat army doing recon and following me! Hah! I'll show dem.
After everybody took mummy out for dinner we got home and da
legion of cats were in da house. Can you imagine dat -- IN DA HOUSE
I TELL YA! I ran one out of da house -- divide and conquer. As we
were leaving I caught a glimpse of one of da cats waiting by da door
and he tried to sucker punch me. He got a couple of swats in, but still
no marks. Hah, dey are foiled again. I live to fight anudder day.
Mummy ran into a big old buck laying next to our trailer. Mummy
said he made a snort or huff noise and took off running. Good ting
I wasn't wid her, he'd have been venison I tell ya. Nuffin but da best
for mummy (wink wink)! Day two closes wid all tree of us snuggling
and watching old movies -- ain't life grand -- I tell ya GRAND!

10/20/07: All's quiet on da dog/cat front. Seems da army of cats
must be on bivouac. I am sitting in da house wid mummy and
other hoomans were coming and going and each one took time
to request da honor of an audience wid da Divine One. Der isn't an
inch on my body dat hasn't been scratched. Even my booty -- I
did da butt scratch boogie on da rug -- hoomans think its because
my booty is itchy...I'm leaving my scent to distract da cats. After
all da hoomans left except mummy and Miss Anna one of da cats
was sent to spy on me. It tried to sucker punch me but I was too fast,
boy did dat cat run fast...ha ha! I gots da upper hand -- dey afraid of
Poozer da Bruiser! Right now all is quiet, but da day ain't over and
I'm not defeated. Each cat I confronted today tried to say sumting
to me but I couldn't make it out over da hissing sound, and dey tried
to take a swipe at me but my mummy kept me a safe distance from dem.
I tink she was afraid of what I might do to dem. At da end of da day
der was da head cat sitting in da living room. Mummy, Miss Anna and
I were trying to watch E.T. I love dat movie, I have an Uncle Joe
looks just like E.T. -- I kid. I barked and I attempted to lunge, but da
cats have learned, crafty crew dey are, dat my leash keeps dem from
harms way. He didn't even flinch once! I have tomorrow to convince
Baxter dat I am head honcho, top dawg, main cheese here and dey
had better understand dat.

10/21/07: Da cats are nowhere in sight and we are ready to leave...
I must leave da battle ground but I come back to fight anudder day!

Dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! Wid all my lub and affection --
Miss Jenna Pooh DePasquale-Mavredes