Tagged Again

I have been tagged once again…hehehehe…. This time by Reesee, Odysseus, Mellow, Spy and Dusk, boy do I feel special and loved!!

Here are the rules of this "tag"!!. When you are tagged, you post 7 random facts about yourself, in a "new DIARY entry" along with the rules of the game. Then you pick 7 furs (kitties or doggies), listing them in your entry and say something interesting about who you are tagging and make sure you tell them... a simple p-mail will do fine, or a rosette to tell them, but you must let them know that they have been tagged.

So here I go again!!
1. I am queen of my house just ask Mommy and Daddy
2. I am married to the handsomest prince in Dogster Land -- Buddy of Corolla
3. I am a matchmaker, I have matched up Goofball (Buddy's bro) with Lady Sadie Pearl, Lil Sassy and Dancer, Bo and Nikita Sophia, BG and Johnboy, etc. I just want to see everyone as happy as moi and Buddy!
4. I have more clothes than my daddy (BOL)
5. I am afraid of and don't like thunder storms or fireworks...I try to bark and drown out the noise but it doesn't work
6. I have had a fight with a cat and had a little taste, and Kokoa Girl...cats don't taste like chicken, but they do taste good!
7. I'm a better mouser than some cats my mummy has known.

I'm not going to tag anyone...I have been tagged so often and there isn't much more to say about myself and I think this game has been played out enough. I love each and every one of the dogs that tagged me, but do you really want to get tagged again? Probably not.

Twik or Tweat! My foot!

Oh oh, news flash...der’s a holiday coming up called Halloween!
Hide, run for your life! I’m going to be undercover for quite
a while now. Mommy has outfits for me to wear for twik or
tweating. Now I like da part about da tweat! I don’t like da
part about having to dress up and twik someone. Ahem...
let me say dis about dat! Um...if I want a tweat it gets brought
to me. I don’t have to go get a tweat. Dat’s Jenna’s rules!
If someone wants to see me...dey come and see me. I may
or may not give dem da pleasure of my appearance, but dat
is negotiable...depends if dey have cheese! So if anyone is
looking for moi...I can be reached after October 31. Oh
never mind, I forgot, we gots a wedding to go to here soon...
Lil Sassy and Dancer are getting married on Halloween.
I introduced dem and dey fell in lub (I knew dey would) so
now dey getting married. Dat’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Love The Divine One

I have my own blog

Now if I could just make it perfect! Humph! Anywho here is the URL: (whatever that is -- dat's mommy's area of expertise):

http://theadirondackqueen.blogspot.com/

ch eck it out please and let me know what you think I could add or subtract.

Dat's my story and I'm sticking to it! Love Jenna

Dog Logic

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail i
nstead of his tongue. -Anonymous

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking
your face. Ben Williams

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than
he loves himself. Josh Billings

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.
Andy Rooney

Dogs love their friends & bite their enemies, quite unlike
people, who are incapable of pure love & always have to
mix love & hate. -Anonymous

Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never
washed a dog. Franklin P. Jones

If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise.
-Unknown

My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo
is up to $3.00 a can. That's almost $21.00 in dog money.
-Joe Weinstein

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and
dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A.
Heinlein

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous,
he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between
a dog and a man. -Mark Twain

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives
whole. -Roger Caras

If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog
biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two
of them. -Phil Pastoret

And if you don't like me, that's your problem, not mine!
-The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh

And if you don't like Jenna, you ain't no friend of mine!
-Mommy Donna

Five Blind Mice, Five Blind Mice...see how they run!

We have had a very exciting week. Jenna the mouser has been diligent in her duties. We have caught five – yes I said five – mice this week. Little devils want to mess with me...ha...I’ll show them. I’m part cat...yep part cat...that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! The Divine Mouser!

Mommy Ginny sent this to...I thought it was hysterical

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

8:00 a.m. - Food time! My favorite thing!

9:30 a.m. - Car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 a.m. - Walk in park! My favorite thing!

10:30 a.m. - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite
thing!

12:00 p.m. - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 p.m. - Played in yard! My favorite thing!

5:00 p.m. - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 p.m. - Played ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 p.m. - Watched TV with family! My favorite
thing!

11:00 p.m. - Sleeping on bed! My favorite thing!



EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to haunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other
inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry
nuggets. Although I make my contempt for their
actions perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once
again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it's
headless body at their feet.

I had hoped this would strike fear into their
hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am
capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little
hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their
accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary
confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the
food. I overheard that my confinement was due to
the power of "allergies". I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to
assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around
his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are
flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is
regularly released, and seems to be more than
willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has to be an informant. I observe him
communicating with the captors regularly. I am
certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him
in an elevated cell, so he is safe....
for now... :)

Love letters between Buddy and Jenna

Previous Woof Sent: 09/13/07 11:42 am
Woofed From: Buddy of Corolla
Woofed To: The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh
Subject: Don't wanna do this day over except for one thing.....

Well got up this morning and thought it was gonna be a good day. N O T!!! Vet day. VET??? YIKES!!!! Well you know "The Goof" gets sick in the car so he got Dramamine first thing at 8 a.m. No food just a yucky pill. Mom tried to sneak me some food cause our appointment wasn't until 11 a.m. but Goof heard it. He can hear quiet food do you believe that? Well. He still didn't get food.

So....here we start out at 10 a.m. to allow time for the "barfmobile" to toodle it's way to the vet along with the emergency barf stops along the way. Ok we made it past the first point, this is good I'm thinkin Goofy is not barfin. That's not bark like woof woof it's barf like "upchuck boy." Ok so we get a little further and then it became oops, here it comes, and I'm beside him on the front seat (we're in da truck extended cab). I leap into Mom's lap, like I'm thinkin "No Goof not on me ok???" Hmmm just foam this is good not a lot of stuff if you know what I mean. That was probably the rest of the pill.

Oh well we go on and get to the vets at 11:05 and we go in. Lots of doggies big, little medium, a St Bernard and a Lab had ingested a mouse that had died from rat poison so they had to make him throw up. Ok I'm thinkin this is "national upchuck day." We go in and I get my nails clipped and Goofy gets his clipped and then we get SHOTS!!!!!!! I got a rabies (3 year) and Goofy gets some other update shot, and then they do blood work on us, and then it that's not enough they stick this rod up my butt to check my fecal. OUCH!! now that I didn't like at all. Hey I coulda pooped if you'd told me too. That would have solved that problem.

Ok so we go out and then it happened. The worst of all. I'm thinkin and Goofy is thinkin we're goin back to the truck we both head to the door and then we heard the word.....BATH!!! here in front of people we don't know..... Bath??? No she didn't say bath did she Goofy? YUP and then she said Walmart. Now that's a fine how do you do she wants to go to Walmart and she's gonna let some strangers give us a bath. Well 45 minutes and some kind of foo foo perfume we're back in the truck to go home. They gave Goofy 4 treats so we knew what that meant coming home.

NOW....the good part.....Goofy didn't get sick all the way home so the Dramamine works pretty good on him better then the sedative that he usually gets and looks drunk, and Mom stopped and bought us a plain Buddy Burger and Goofy Burger (plain cheeseburgers). Tell your Mommie to take you to get a Jennaburger. You'll love it. That was our day and now I'm pooped and laid out on the couch and Goof's asleep on his bed. What a big day this was for us. whew!!!!! Love ya, Buddy
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Previous Woof Sent: 09/13/07
Woofed From: The Divine Miss Jenna Pooh
Woofed To: Buddy of Corolla
Subject: Don't wanna do this day over except for one thing.....

You made Mommy laugh so hard she has her flavored water is spewing from her nose! ouch

I don't think I would like the rod thing, but I need my butt popped...mommy says she's tired of watching me to do the booty scootch boogie across the rug! Well it itches and let me tell ya...my hubby ain't here to scratch it if you know what I mean!

Bath...bath...did you say bath? Hide from those things...mommy asked me if I wanted a bath and when I tried to tip-toe past the bathroom door I saw her heading for me and I turned around so fast and ran into the living room and up into Daddy's lap -- she seemed to change her mind. Do you think she's afraid of Daddy? (yeah right)... Mommy says she's going to get that on video -- me tip-toeing past the bathroom door! She thinks its funny... it isn't...problem with being a small dog...we can usually get picked up!

Well it would have been easier for that one dog if its mommy had just smacked it in the head like my mommy did with me...not hard, just enough to make me spit the mouse out! All she saw was a tail squirming...I almost had it! Mommies move way too fast.

As far as getting sick in the vehicle is concerned...I'm glad poor Goofy didn't get sick. Mommy had Thatcher do that once in her vehicle and then inside the office when they came back from lunch...and before you knew it...Patty who is Thatcher's owner almost lost it. She would have had to clean up after both of them. That's why she won't let Daddy clean up barf! He's the same way. Says she can handle my barf, but not theirs!

You get a bath at Walmart? WOW...all I ever get is chicken strips (hahahahaha)...mommy makes me take my baths at home. She puts me in the shower with her...and does her evil duty! I still can't fathom why humans voluntarily take baths! Don't they know they can drown! Don't they know they won't smell like themselves or poop! my two favorite scents!

Well you get some rest. Don't forget we have to host the engagement pawty this weekend. Also, we have a bridal shower planned in October...are you going to give a stag pawty...if you are, no strippers! YOU HEAR ME MISTER!

Love your loving wife...Poozy Woozy

Clue for the young lady Lil Sassy

Lil Sassy it is nice to see you found the first step of your quest for the shine and gold....all good things come to those who wait...you must first visit your uncle who is very very close to you aunt...he is waiting for you with the next clue....

If you get lost you are welcome to return for extra hints!

Mommies don't have a sense of humor at 4:00 in the morning!

Humph...Mommy got a little perturbed with me last night. Mommy was having her once in a while insomnia...couldn't sleep so finally she got up to go into the living room, lay on the couch and read to see if that could get her back to sleep. Well it seems it did...Mommy said she was sound asleep when all of a sudden bam...I was on her tummy. Oopsie! Well I was standing there for the longest time waiting for her to wake up and notice me. How else is a little doggy supposed to get attention...hmmmmmmmmmmmmm? Anywho....she came back to bed and that's all I wanted was my mommy back in bed with me and Daddy. That's the way it supposed to be isn't it?????

That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Love Jenna

I'm not admitting to anything!

Jenna let me write this entry...well lets just say she didn't have a choice. It seems we have a mouser! Jenna was on the side porch and she was pawing at the garbage can there. I tipped it over to show her nothing was in there...my bad. Next thing I know I'm looking at her and there's a string hanging from her mouth. Wrong again...it was a tail and it was wiggling and waggling! I picked Jenna up, tapped her on the back of the head and told her to drop it! The mouse flew out of her mouth and it ran behind a table leg. I swear to you...it looked up at me like it was meeting its maker and saying thank you thank you and then it took off. That was our weekend.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Donna