They Are All MINE!

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Ha ha ha card count ME, QUEEN MISTY, all of them.

Sure you address them to the Papillon Pack, but rules are rules. I inspect all that comes through the door at this time of the year.

I win.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

Creative Mom, not so Organized.

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Gather around, this is a sad story of a pups Mom going old. By Mom, I mean human of course. BOL.

Mom has been practicing and messing up and remaking and smearing glitter all over us making her Howliday cards. This is the evil dark part of the story because Howliday "cheer" sometimes means words like "ERRRRRGGGGG" and "GALBLAMMY" and sometimes they degenerate to basic versions that are only 4 letters long. Humans - not of the very expressive ability are they?

I digress.

Today Mom came back from the box that sends bills, junk mail, magazines, and sometimes a fun card or two. Today she came back and had a few cards she had mailed out for the Howliday season. After reading the sticker attached she flushed with anger/anger/ignorance.

Creative application of addressing an envelope vertically as opposed to horizontal is an extra cost. So lesson learned is do not address your envelopes in any other direction than parallel to how you would seal the envelope.

Oh, I guess some need an actual stamp as well...

That being said - there could be some delays on a few cards being re-sent (ermmm Coco Rose, Puff & Uncle Jeff - Mom's brother - sorry).

She thinks she's creative, she should just make sure to check all details before tossing them in the box out front at the end of the driveway. BOL.

Pups there is still time if you are not on my list and want a card. Pawmail me because Mom has these down now. BOL.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

THAT is a Suitcase!!!

Hey everypup, Misty here.

I've watched it all day long. Mom has been putting stuff into that suitcase she has. Telling us not to shed dog hairs around anything she is doing. *Hello, who walked by who just sitting her on the couch?* Making lists, scratching stuff off, cleaning the house. I know what this means. She's leaving and not taking us with her.

Something about a sales meeting, a store opening and New York City. She got a fancy haircut, nails polished and towering high heels and she looks spectacular. I told her she looked 2 years younger and seemed disappointed until I told her in dog years....

So we are off to see Ms Louann, Patrick and Scooter's best buddy Booger. Oh, I guess right now the taxi is here, so I'll have to talk to you pups later. I'm off to rule a new Queendom.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

Introducing Queen Misty's Royal Highness' Band, QUEEN MISTY- and the PAPS.

Hey everypup ~Queen Misty here~

Thank you all for suggestions and I have picked Duncan's band name. It does show the power of Me and the support of my subjects. BOL.

Introducing: QUEEN MISTY and the PAPS. We are currently in the studio tuning up howls, barks and yipping. Did you hear that? That was Pepper and she was a little out of tune!

Scooter stop using your SQUIRREL bark, I told you this song called for more CROW sound!

I gotta go pups, I can see Cutter thinking he is some romantic crooner and I have to put a stop to that. He gets out of control and this is a school night for Mom. BOL

Thanks again Duncan for the new Royal Dog Band name.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

In Need of a Royal Dog Band Name

Hey everypup ~Queen Misty here~

I believe my court is in need of a Royal Dog Band and I need a name for it. Never mind that Mom does not agree that our baying, whining and barking is not in tune with any sort of thing humans call music. After all if your ears had to put up with the iTouch Mom has blasting out of the noise box while jiggling and wiggling - well you'd demand your own musical selections.

I have been kicking around these ideas for the Royal Dog Band name, but haven't settled on a single one yet. Open to suggestions as well.

Lead Barker of course is moi - Queen Misty
On the barkaphones we have Mr. Cutter.
Backing yodelers are Scooter and Pepper.

Possible band names in no order or preference. Just how I pulled them out of the couch corners on notes I'd been keeping.

**Twisted Whiskers
**The Dogbirds
**Bark Supply
**The Who-ofers
**Barkman-Turner Overdrive
**Four Paw Nails
**Black Labs
**Modest Dawg
**peE Street Band
**MatchBoxer Twenty
**The Barking Stones (or The Whining Stones)
**Lab Zeppelin

So let me know what my Royal Subject have to bark out. Suggestions on alternative Royal Dog Band names are welcome indeed.

Sniff at ya later ~Queen Misty of All I Survey~

Upcoming Howlidays.

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

We're not quite to checking our list for the first time yet alone the "twice" time.

We have some fun Howlidays upcoming. We like the trick-or-treat ones where we join MzLouann & Booger & the Youngster for a WALK around the neighborhood.

Good Smells and Eating Day (Thanksgiving) is a snifforama that should be shared with all.

Santa Paws and that BoomBoom New Year time is right after that.

Mom wants me to tell you all pup pals that if you pawmail me any info you feel safe to, we will add you to our happy wishes for Howlidays season distributions list. Mom will share as well.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

A Queen Does NOT Snore!

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Can you believe how rude some human owners can be? I'm laying in my Queen Bed and a human to be named, MOM, poked me awake.

Not only do I not Snore, but poking me awake is rude!

Rude, rude, rude human!

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

About Time!

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Honored once again with the DDP today. As you can see I am at the very bottom, supporting all those above me BOL. As Mom says you can't look a gift horse in the mouth. Good thing she doesn't say that about looking a gift dog in the mouth because I have looked at Cutter and Pepper's inside mouth when they are yawning, and I'd send them back. I just don't see the use those 2 have, really.

Thank you Zoe for the Frosty Drink you left me, but I must tell you that Mom was so hot and sweaty from the drive home (TMI? BOL)that she sucked that down as soon as she walked in the door. I didn't even have time to tell you sent it with 2 kitty chasers - wasn't she surprised BOL.

Thanks Hershey & Winkie sent me a pink ribbon, which are all the gift giving rage because Anya sent one to me as well. Thank you Anya. I am wearing one for each ear and I do look stunning.

Cleo from way cross the 'Lantic sent a Gold Star for my collection above the fireplace. Thanks Cleo I'll leave it up there furever.

I'm off to get an extra SNACK and sit out in the backyard in the sunshine.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~

Puhhleezzze.

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

Congratulations Scooter. Dog of the Day from Dogster.

Now get over it!

I am still Queen of All I Survey. 'Nuff barked?

Sniff at ya later ~QM, Royalness stomps out DotD~

Mathematics, Arithmetic, Sales Meetings and Such.

Hey everypup ~Misty here~

This whole week Mom has been coming home late. Not only that, but it pretty much goes like this...

*Mom walks in, lets us out, gives us scratches, starts up the ol' laptop, goes out to the car and brings in a stack of papers.

We get SNACKS.

*She plops down at the table and pulls out this small square device and starts tapping away at it.

*Then a yellow stick; sharp on one end, dull and red on the other is pulled out and the sharp side is used.

*Then the sharp side is shoved up over her ear and she just lets it stick there through her hair like she doesn't have a care in the world that it is there. Would annoy the .... out of me, so I tell her.

We get another SNACK.

*More tapping on the small square box, and Mom reaches up and grabs the yellow stick, uses the sharp parts a couple times, taps at the small box, and then turns the yellow stick over and uses the dull red part and rubs at some papers. Then she brushes the paper off and stuff falls on the floor. We all rush over thinking CHIPS, but what is down there just kind of stinks.

Ha Ha - sorry Mom, those were your feet. We were just checking. BOL

More of all the above for every night, all week.

Then she started coming home later and later every night. Still coming home telling us she was "cramming" for some "sales meeting". Oh, yeah, we get this about 3 times a year, but do we believe it? Of course not.

Neither do we believe it's all so we can "have a roof over our head". After all, that's what we hear when she goes to "work". Or as to hear Mom tell it, "get away from us". Ok, I put those words in her mouth, but only because I feel I know her so well I should be able to speak/bark for her myself.

Now she comes home the latest of all nights and tells us she still has 2 more days worth of work. I know Mom days last way longer than a dog day does (well unless it's the summer, oh wait it is), but I watched while she tapped away at that small square box, and that means one of our lazing around days with Mom will be taken away because of a "sales meeting".

I suggested a two for one deal of Pepper and Cutter, but Mom told me to hush myself. Of course I had a few extra last words for her before I headed off to bed.

Sniff at ya later ~Misty~