Tagged by Sweet Sadie!

7 Things about your self

I've been tagged by sweet Sadie!

The question is your favorite treat?
I really love cheese &any type of meat, but I will eat
just about anything!!!!

Now I need to tell 7 things about me:

1.I know that I am the princess of house & I keep Callie,
Sarah, & Angie in line!!!
2.I love to snuggle under the blankets!
3.I love my family!
4.I hate the cold weather & would rather use puppy pads
then go out side when the weather is nasty!!!
5.I like to sneak into the litter box & eat kitty poo!
(that gets mom so mad)!!!!!!
6.I like to lay in the sunshine!!!
7.I am looking forward to tomorrow so I can eat some
turkey! HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!!!

I will tag!

1.Lil Man
2.Lil Bit
3.Pin Up Hottie Spike
4.Bruce Willis
5.Mojotiki

I've been tagged

I've been tagged by my good friend Precious.
I'm to name 5 funny things about myself,
and tag 5 friends.

1. I actually do like to watch the Steelers w/mommy!
2. I get along real well with my kitty sis Callie!
3. I like to lick my daddy's stinky feet!
4. I like to crawl up around my family members neck & snuggle!
5. I like to crawl up in pillows between the pillow & the pillow
case & go to sleep!


The 5 friends I am gonna tag are:
1. Lil Man
2. Lil Bit
3. Spike
4. Nicco
5. Prissi Lu
6. Angel Princess Ariana

I actually added an extra friend my sweet Angel Ariana may
she Rest In Peace!

Tagged

OH NO I'VE BEEN TAGGED !!!!!

Ive been tagged by my friend Samantha, ok heres the deal im gonna
tell everyone 7 more things about me and then im going to
name 7 more friends to do the same .

1- I'm getting 2 sister chihuahuas this week,they are almost 8 weeks
old & have the same mom & dad as me.
2-I am not looking forward to winter I like warm weather!
3-I love to snuggle under the blankets!
4-I love to sneak & eat the kitty food.
5-My Chi friend Weasel who had moved away just moved
back so I am very happy to have my friend down the street again!
6-I do love playing with the kitty Callie!
7-I really do hate getting baths!



My Friends I am going to tag:

1-Spike 557140

2-Lil Man 619701

3-Pippin 632167

4- Mojotiki 594532

5-Benny 646682

6-Precious 534359

7-Luckee 672929

My name

BELLA – Dogs named Bella are often small and pretty. They are generally very agile and graceful. Most Bella’s are very loyal to their owners and are used to being spoiled. Many Bella’s like to be fussed over with grooming, nail painting or being dressed up. Their favorite color is pink! Origin: Italian. The meaning is: Beautiful.

pet ten commandments

Pet Ten Commandments





1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.


2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.


3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.


4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments, but I have only you.


5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.


6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.


7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.


8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.


9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.


10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.


Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters.


Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs.

An e-mail grandma sent mommy

ONE THING TO NEVER FORGET

Your presence, is a present to the world.

You're unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be, what you want it to be.

Take the days, just one at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.

You'll make it through, whatever comes along.

Within you, are so many answers.

Understand, have courage, be strong.

Don't put limits on yourself.

So many dreams, are waiting to be realized.

Decisions are too important, to leave to chance.

Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.

Nothing wastes more energy, than worrying.

The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.

Don't take things too seriously.

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember, that a little love goes a long way.

Remember, that a lot of love goes forever.

Remember, that friendship is a wise investment.

Life's treasures, are people... together.

Realize, that it's never too late.

Do ordinary things, in a extraordinary way.

Have health, hope and happiness.

Take the time, to wish upon a star.

And don't ever forget....

For even a day....

How very special you are.

-- Author Unknown

Wow I have not written in a while. The weather is still lousy!
We're getting rain now & we are expecting snow tomorrow.
Mommy said it's not all bad though, guess what we saw in our
yard this morning? We saw 2 robins! YEAH!!! mom said that
is always the first sign of spring!!! So even though it looks
miserable out now, spring is just around the corner!!!!
Mom got kinda mad at me this morning. Since it wasn't
raining this morning or snowing, she took me outside to
pee. I peed in the grass then went running & sniffing all over
the yard then I ran up onto the kitchen porch & peed on the
porch. I don't know why I did it. I have never done that before.
I guess I just wanted to put my scent there. All mommy's
other dogs (male dogs) used to pee on the porch. I just wanted to cover their scent. I didn't get yelled at Mom just put me inside after that.
Then she had to wipe it up & put some beach on it .
It's my daddy's birthday on Monday March 10. He'll be 55.
I kept laughing to my self this morning cause mom made
homemade noodles last night & left them on the table to dry.
Callie kept jumping up & trying to eat them & mom kept taking
her down & yelling at her! I kept thinking better you than me
getting yelled at Callie. HA HA HA!!!!!
Callie doesn't have that many manors yet. Not like me.
Mom said its because she is still a baby!
Well I have got to go!
I hope everyone has a Super Weekend & Remember
to turn your clocks ahead, so we can all lose 1 hour of sleep!
Oh Well
XXOOXXOO
XXOOXXOO

RIP Myron Cope!

Mommy is really sad right now.
She just heard the sad news that
Pittsburgh's beloved Myron Cope
died this morning. Pittsburgh
Steeler fans will certainly miss
him. He was the Steeler broadcaster
for years & retired a few years ago,
because of his failing health. Myron is
the person who came up with the
Terrible Towel! He made listening
to the games on the radio fun &
Lively!
REST IN PEACE MR. COPE!!!!

The Old Man & the Dog

> The Old Man and the Dog
> By Catherine Moore
>
> "Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My
> father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
> Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head
> toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring
> me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I
> averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another
> battle.
>
> "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when
> I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady,
> sounding far calmer than I really felt.
>
> Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled
> back. At home I left Dad in front of the television
> and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy
> clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The
> rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner
> turmoil.
>
> What could I do about him?
>
> Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon.
> He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in
> pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He
> had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had
> placed often. The shelves in his house were filled
> with trophies that attested to his prowess.
>
> The years marched on relentlessly. The first time
> he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but
> later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining
> to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone
> teased him about his advancing age, or when he
> couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
>
> Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had
> a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital
> while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and
> oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into
> an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.
>
> But something inside Dad died. His zest for life
> was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's
> orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned
> aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of
> visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether.
> Dad was left alone.
>
> My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with
> us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and
> rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a
> week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation.
> It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized
> everything I did. I became frustrated and moody.
> Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on
> Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick
> sought out our pastor and explained the situation.
> The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments
> for us. At the close of each session he prayed,
> asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the
> months wore on and God was silent. Something had to
> be done and it was up to me to do it.
>
> The next day I sat down with the phone book and
> methodically called each of the mental health clinics
> listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to
> each of the sympathetic voices that answered, in vain.
> Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices
> suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might
> help you! Let me go get the article."
>
> I listened as she read. The article described a
> remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the
> patients were under treatment for chronic depression.
> Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when
> they were given responsibility for a dog.
>
> I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.
> After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed
> officer led me to the kennels. The odor of
> disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row
> of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs.
> Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs,
> spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I
> studied each one but rejected one after the other for
> various reasons - too big, too small, too much hair.
> As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of
> the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the
> front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one
> of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a
> caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face
> and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted
> out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that
> caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they
> beheld me unwaveringly.
>
> I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?"
>
> The officer looked then shook his head in
> puzzlement.
>
> "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat
> in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring
> someone would be right down to claim him.
> That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His
> time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
>
> As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.
> "You mean you're going to kill him?"
>
> "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We
> don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
>
> I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes
> awaited my decision.
>
> "I'll take him," I said.
>
> I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside
> me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice.
> I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad
> shuffled onto the front porch.
>
> "Ta da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said
> excitedly.
>
> Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If
> I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I
> would have picked out a better specimen
> than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it."
> Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward
> the house.
>
> Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my
> throat muscles and pounded into my temples.
>
> "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
> Dad ignored me.
>
> "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words
> Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides,
> his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
>
> We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when
> suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He
> wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him.
> Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
>
> Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the
> uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his
> eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad
> was on his knees hugging the animal.
>
> It was the beginning of a warm and intimate
> friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together
> he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent
> long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent
> reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling
> for tasty trout. They even started to
> attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew
> and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
>
> Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the
> next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and
> Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was
> startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing
> through our bed covers. He had never before come into
> our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and
> ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his
> face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime
> during the night.
>
> Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I
> discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I
> wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on.
> As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing
> hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had
> given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
>
> The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and
> dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I
> thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews
> reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many
> friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church.
> The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both
> Dad and the dog that had changed his life. And then
> the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2 - "Be not forgetful
> to entertain strangers."
>
> "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he
> said.
>
> For me, the past dropped into place, completing a
> puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic
> voice that had just read the right article...
> Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal
> shelter... His calm acceptance and complete devotion
> to my father... And the proximity of their deaths.
> Then suddenly I understood. I knew that God had
> answered my prayers after all. Life is too short for
> drama & petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and
> forgive quickly. Live while you are ALIVE. Tell the
> people you love that you love them, at every
> opportunity. Forgive now those who made you cry. You
> might not get a second time.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
TO ALL MY PUP PALS!!
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!!