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How we feel about Dog/animal fighting people

October 27th 2007 6:38 pm
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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,
Rajah Q.,
Mingus Wilbur
Socks E Grrly
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:

October 22nd 2007 4:56 pm
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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


Tagged Again

October 21st 2007 4:34 pm
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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!

October 11th 2007 1:00 pm
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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

October 7th 2007 5:25 pm
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Now if I could just make it perfect! Humph! Anywho here is the URL: (whatever that is -- dat's mommy's area of expertise):

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

September 27th 2007 11:32 am
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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.

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.

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!

September 20th 2007 12:19 pm
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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

September 14th 2007 4:42 pm
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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

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

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


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

September 13th 2007 1:21 pm
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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. 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 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

September 8th 2007 7:23 pm
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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 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!

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