Saveing Pooh Bear

I met a new pup pal..and his name is Sammy (King Sammy) is what he really want to be called..and he told me a sad story..of how he had lost his beloved toy..Pooh Bear...and since he had lost him he just torn all the other toys up..none of them meant anything to him...So I asked him what happen to P/B and he told me he had taken him out in the yard to play in the snow with him and left him there (I think Pooh need some air or somethin) and Sammy went in the house..when he return Pooh was gone... after talking to Sammy..I asked if he had Squriells in his yard..he he did ..I said that they must have took Pooh ...POOHNAPPED him!!!!!!!! GGGRRR... So it was on ..Sammy did all he could do ..tried to climb the tree (No thumbs)..tried a Ladder (not going to make that)..tried to call the Fire Department for help (still no Thumb) ..i said use a pencil or if he had a Monkey freind they have thumbs. they could make to call.. finally he was going to fly up ..but he needed a cape (use the tablecloth) finally he made it ..fighting the squreeills he ..he found Pooh stuck in the back of the nest..he grabbed him fighting off the eveil varmints and fell out of the tree..with only a few wounds (can't tell where the squreill bite him) safe to say they have BIG TEETH. OUCH.. but Pooh was safe and Sammy had his pal back and after a bubble bath Pooh look no worst for wear... But this is to all pups..remember squreills have NO RIGHT to take our squeakie toy..when we leave them outside and this will not be allowed the taking of our TOYS.. so back it up VARMINTS or I will have to send KING SAMMY to your backyard to save your toy...LOOK IT A BIRD ..NO IT A PLANE.. NO IT SUPER-KING-SAMMY ....my pal ..Maggie

Whisper Quiet?

Why do they call the dreaded vacumun cleaner(machine of terror) whisper quiet. It is anything but quiet, if that is quiet then when i am whinning all the time and I don't think I am being noisey, why does Mom tell me shhhh. I sure don't make as much noise as the so called whisper quiet monster that she pushes around the house. and thats another thing, she says if we didn't shed so much she would'nt have to vacumun so much . duh , I don't get it she brushs me and puts my fur I a wire basket and the little birds use it to make nest in their birds house, so if fur everywhere is good enough for the birds why does she have to vacumun? I think if the house gets to furry , lets just move! I can have my sqeeky toys pack in two minutes. Well lets face it, I am scared silly of that thing. I run from one end of the house to the other to keep out of it whisper quiet way. And the worse part Casey ani't scared of it one bit, some big brother he is. I say death to all vacumuns. Chew up the cords and dump them in the pond. That works for me now if i can just get it pass Mom I will have my problem solved. Just one pup idea

Pupentine!

I have my first pupentine! Scout he is a wild a crazy pup. We hit it off right a away, cause he is soooooooo cute and he doesn't think i am fat, he calls me a little baby bear, isn't that cuteeee. Well I think it is. It's pup love.

Loss of Daisy

The last day I would see my friend Daisy was a misable day. She had been so sick most of the time she had lived with our family. But she was my Pal, I took care of her as we all did cause she was special to us. I couldn't understand why God had bought her to us for such a short time. She finally had a family to love her and she could run with us and play go swimming and have a good life, but soon it changed. Medicenes she needed to help her walk made her sick, so Mom started with injections twice a week .Daisy understood. Then a ruptured disc and it would have to be the 7th which made her only front leg move , so now my friend couldn't walk so we carried her.She still was happy so we were to. Then strokes one after the other but she got better. Then the vet said a tumor in her brain was the cause, just when you think you can be happy it is taken away, Daisy became so misable crying , I don't think she could understand what was happening to her. Mom came home with her from work and she was crying , Daisy was so tried. A phone call was made and Mom went to the backyard and i didn't know what she was doing. Later she came back to the house and we heard a car and she put me and Casey in another room and we listened. Carrie was by Daisy side. The vet came to help Daisy to leave her poor fraile body with Mom holding her and Carrie to comfort her, she was gone. We came out from the room to find Mom crying , I ran to Daisy to lick her awake, it did not work. Mom pick her up and I couldn't understand why. I chased my Mom jumping on her I almost knock her down, no what are you doing. She took my Daisy and place her in the grave she had dug , I couldn't have this I tried to jump in it , but my Mom would let me. We put flowers and pictures of us in with Daisy and while she covered her with a blanket, we watched as the dirt was gently put on her. It was dark now and we went to the house all of us except Daisy. We looked for her every day after that, but God had taken her to be in Heaven, so now we must only remember that we miss her and that I would never see her soft brown eyes again. Someday Sweet Girl I will meet you.