I've been tagged!

I've been tagged by my pawsome friend Chloe!

I have to list 7 things about me in this diary.

1.My current favourite toy is my stuffed squirrel that Daddy brought back from the USA

2. I don't howl, and Huskies are supposed to BOL

3. I don't jump fences, well, except the baby gate once, but normally I don't

4. I have 2 rabbit furblings that I am not allowed to eat

5. I know where my friends on the block live and try to visit them on our walks

6. I sleep in Mummy and Daddy's bed most nights unless I am naughty

7. During the day I have the run of the backyard (temperatures here are not very extreme so it is safe and I have lots of shade)

Now.... I have to tag 7 pawsome pups............. Hmmmm.... After you finish reading the diary, my pup pals listed below have to tag 7 of their favorite pup pals. Then write in your diary, and be sure to pmail the pups and tell them they've been tagged.

1. Steinway
2. Rain
3. Kiara
4. Sadie GBeAD-C1
5. Kat
6. Jambalaya
7. Rudi

I've been tagged!

I've been tagged by Sasha

You have to answer 4 questions in your diary and tag 4 friends.

Name 4 jobs that you have:
1. Keeping an eye on my Rabbit brothers Zeus and Dan
2. Cleaning my hu-mans
3. Waking Mum up
4. Getting Mum and Nana fit

Name 4 places where you have lived ( or stayed at):
1. Lady Gaye's pet shop
2. My old owners
3. My furever home with Mum and Dad
4. Our family orchard in Mangawhai, New Zealand

Name 4 places that you have been:
1. Jansens pet shop
2. Meola Road Dog Park
3. Muriwai beach
4. Nana and Poppa's house

Name 4 places you'd rather be:
1. The SNOW
2. The front yard where the rabbits are
3. Inside on Mum and Dad's bed
4. The dog park

Pals I tagged ~
Lena Malik
My Little Demon
Rudi
Taylor

I've been tagged!

My friend Robin Hood tagged me.

Here are the rules of this tag:
Post 7 random facts about yourself (and the rules of the tag) in your diary
Pick 7 fur friends to tag (by sending them pawmails or rosettes)

1. My Dad is in Mobile, Alabama and is getting to spend some time with Robin Hood's family

2. I got thoroughly spoilt at Christmas time

3. I am a bit naughty for my Mum while Dad is away

4. I whack Mum on the head in the morning when I want to play

5. I am getting more toys, mostly from Mobile!

6. Mum spends more time on Dogster than she does on human sites

7. I am a water snob at the dog park - I usually won't drink any my hu-family offer me, but steal other dogs

My fur friends I'm sending this to are:

1. Nika
2. Chase
3. Sasha Belle
4. Zeke
5. Little Miss Mya
6. Bodie
7. Tehya

Torture

I don't know how you little dogs do it, getting dressed up all the time. And those of you who let your pawrents dress you up for every competition! I am ok with the bandanna. It doesn't bother me too much. Except when the little ball makes a noise. Stupid Bell. It's the Santa hat pinned to my collar that I object to. And being made to sit still like a well behaved dog while they snap pictures. At least I got liver treats out of it (it's the only way they got me to stay BOL)Now there is talk of dressing me up on Xmas day! Well! I am NOT going to stand for that carry on! Not even liver treats will work this time! Mwah ha ha ha ha ha

Feeling BLUE

A friend of mine is missing. His name is Blue - officially Yukonwind's Doobie Blues.

I still believe that he is alive and I still believe that he will be found. I have to believe... what would I do if I were missing? Would my humans look for me... would they still look for me after 2 months? after 6? Would other people help them or would they be all alone too? Would someone find me and try to make me theirs? Would I wonder searching for food and shelter? I'd be scared... this I know

Blue is alive, I feel it, but he's scared. He wants to come home and he wonders if anyone cares... if anyone is looking for him.

My humans live ma whole hemisphere away. They have never met Blue or Blue's humans but they are trying in any way to help... help spread the word, help find blue.

So... why help strangers, why help find a dog you don't know?
For many reasons, but mostly because they know that this could just as easily be me. How helpless would any of us pups, kitties or humans feel? Who else could we turn to who would truly understand? We do this because we put ourselves in the shoes of Blue and Blue's humans and because we've come to know that even as strangers, we'd be there for each other...

We do it for our own pack. We do it for the friends we've made here - we do it because we know if any one of us is in need, we will be there for each other.

We do it because Blue needs us... and we all have something to offer, we can all help and add to a sum that is so much bigger than just one.

Please help us - please post this in your diary. Please click here to go to WhereIsBlue.com and help us get Blue home!! and share it with your friends, ask your humans to share it with there friends. Please pay this forward - we would do the same for you.

Blue, a black and white Siberian Husky (4 year old male, brown eyes, microchipped) has been missing since May 8, 2007 from Brighton, MI.

Dogster page: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/620507

Website : WhereIsBlue.com

E-mail: inform@whereisblue.com

Telephone: (313) 550-6095
Reward offered for his return, no questions asked.

Permission and gratitude for cross posting. Thank you!

BEING LOST -- FROM A DOG'S PERSPECTIVE

The gate was left open
one bright sunny day
So I thought I would go,
explore, run, and play.


Seeing new things,
this is such fun!
But where do I go,
now that I’m done?

Was it back this way,
or maybe that
Where is my home?
I want to go back.

I have on my collar,
it’s red, white and blue
But, I don’t have my tags
to give someone a clue.

A man comes and gets me,
puts me in his truck
He’s taking me home,
Oh, what luck!

Wait a minute,
this isn’t my home
I’m stuck in a cage,
scared and alone.

People come see me,
so I wag my tail
I love the attention
I get in this jail.

The food is okay,
and the bed is too
But I really miss home,
yet what can I do?

I miss my yard,
my bed, and my ball
But, I miss my master
the most of all.

Where is my master?
It must have been weeks
I know he will come.
He really loves me.

Then someone takes me
down a long hall
I’m confused and uncertain,
I stare at the wall.

I feel a prick,
things start to go dark
I think of my master
and me in the park.

I’m going to sleep now
with him on my mind
Little do I know,
my fate has been signed.

I pray when I wake,
he will be there
Holding me close,
stroking my hair.

I’m sorry I strayed,
who knew the cost?
But it doesn’t have to happen
when dogs get lost.

Lisa Williams

This poem is dedicated to the "stray" animals that do not get reclaimed.

I have been tagged by the wonderful Lena Malik.
Rules are this: I have to pick and list 10 fellow members and say a nice thing about them and about the person who tagged me. I then send pmail or rosettes to the 10 people I picked

Niko - such a friendly guy, and good at saving his humans from snakes
Sibaska Starr Daemon - an excellent show dog
Rudi - such an adorable wooly husky and a cute elf!
Zephyr - Fellow Kiwi's are the BEST!
Titan and Koda - survived being dognapped. Very strong pups
Zephyr (a different one) - helping to find a home for her friends, as well as herself
Cza Cza - such a pretty princess
Queen - such a brave pup after your op
Kat - an awesome blog
Maggie May - pretty pup who looks great dressed up

Lena Malik is one of the most kind, thoughtful and generous pups I have met.

I helped Daddy propose!

Daddy decided tonight was the night to finally propose to Mummy - their 5th dating anniversary! They have also lived together for 3 years, so it is a case of "about blinking time." He raced over to Nana and Poppa's place (mummy's parents) who were looking after the ring. Then he put my harness on me, wrapped the ring box in wrapping paper, tucked it into the loop on my harness, and attached a bow. The he called Mummy into the kitchen, and there I was! She unwrapped it, and then Daddy got down on one knee and hugged Mummy, who told him to ask, then said "I suppose so! of course I will!" I jumped all over them, and gave Mummy a big sloppy kiss. So happy!

We went to the vet today, to get my stitches out. Somehow, miraculously in the last week, I have lost 1kg. How, Mummy's not sure, as I have barely had any exercise, and eating around about the same. But anyway, Mummy and Daddy had to HOLD ME DOWN for the vet. I was so upset, and am still sulking. Just because I have ticklish feet and hate having them touched.

Major Owie

A week ago, when I was out walking with Daddy, I stood on something. Daddy noticed me limping, and then blood on the path. He cleaned it out when we got home, and I let him bandage it. On Monday it was still very sore, so Daddy took me to the vet. I like the vet. He gave me a shot, and had a look. They were all very suprised to discover that it went right to my bone! AROOOO! Then the vet opened it up to clean it out, and then i got sever arterial bleeding! AROOOOO AROOOO! Luckily, the vet is onto it, and stopped it. I then got heavy duty stitches in my paw, and a sticky black bandage. Then some pain killers. BOL I like happy pills :) I got kept inside for a few days, and had to have a plastic bag on my foot if I went outside to pee. Mummy was very worried what I would do to her house, as I have never been inside all day on my own before, and I am not crate trained. heck, we don't even own a crate! but I was super well behaved (of course) and didn't even have an accident! My bandage cam off on Thursday, and then the fun began! naturally, i still needed something to stop me licking my wound so much, so Daddy and mummy had to put other bandages on. I hate my feet being touched, and hate bandages. They had to wrap masking tape around it. Mummy had to try to take it off the other night, and it must have been hurting me bad, as I was very naughty and was growling and snapping. Sorry Mummy. So now, since I am not licking it, and it has stopped raining so much, I am allowed to have no bandage, and no plastic bag! YAHOO!!!! I get my stitched out in 2 days. Thanks to all my pals for their best wishes

I am so indignant!

Daddy got up at 5am this morning, so I flopped all over Mummy for some cuddles. She grunted, looked at the clock and said .... "Jesse, it is 5am. There are no cuddles or loves until 7." Oh! Can you believe that? Whats worse is that Daddy AGREED with her, and took me outside to my kennel! I am so put out. I did get brekkie though, so I will forgive them.... maybe