I'm a BIG Girl!

*****I really am...... I get to do the entry for the GIRLS~ page ;) *****


It's official....... I'm almost 9 mo.s old, just another week. Molly and Gracie had blood work done at the vet, this past Monday; just the routine testing to ck. on both of their liver issues. (& mom took a specimen for a UA to ck. on Gracie's kidney stuff) They got blood drawn, examined and weighed.

Momma says (to the dogtor) that I haven't been weighed in awhile and let's ck. ME! OMD! Molly weighed 7.4 1/2 & I weighed 7lbs 5 oz., just 1/2 oz. heavier than Molly, BOL! I'm truly a BIG girl now ;) I am shorter than her, but you won't hear me admit that again :)) Grace weighed 9.2 so I'm less than 2 lbs lighter than her! We think I'm mostly grown. We didn't know how big I'd get, being the runt, it coulda gone either way! My fur-Dad is 11 lbs. or more and fur-mom is 12 ish lbs. I'm feeling big stuff, according to da Mom and am constantly inciting one of my sistah's to play.

We EACH had an appt. with the opthamologist this past Thursday. It was my furst time. He said, although I looked pretty good, I have that ectopic silia, like both the Girls had (eyelashes growing on the inside of the eyelid) but it was just beginning and we'd keep an eye on that and otherwise I LQQK good!!! Yaaaaaay, no eyedrops fur moi! After the appointment, we went to Paws around Town, our fav pet boutique, fur a new toy. It was early in the morning and they were just opening, so Molly and I got out of the stroller and ran free with a fewof the employee's doggies. They all know us, so it was okay! Momma didn't allow us 2 be free for as long as I would have liked, but WOW, it was F -U-N, FUN!!! Gracie got passed around all da peeps, she doesn't like to join in with other doggies, BOL! Mommie brought our lunch, which we ate in the Tahoe & then had a walk, before we ran another errand in OKC, to get me some of my frozen raw diet medallions at a special little dog food store that looks like a little red school house. We napped right next to one another, in our crate, all the way home. It's been a very busy week. My puppy energy has been challenged, but that's okay~ I'm a Big Girl NOW!!

xoxo, Reporting fur the GIRLS~
IsaBella

Copied from our STAFU furiend, Tuesdays' weekly column...

*There is a God in the Post Office.
This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.
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Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about ho w much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dicta ted these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all th e way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I th ought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith , in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:


Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.

Having the picture was a big help. I r ecogni zed Abbey right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.

By the way, I'm easy to find; I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God
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Who's da Boss?

Well, nothin has changed around here, BOL! Molly and I still boss each other around, BUT that lil squirt doesn't listen to a thing Molly says and lemme tell you~she tries to put IsaBella in her place, but it's NOT happening! She doesn't crawl all over me~I've never let her! :) I told Molly, she should have never started letting her do that... she's not taking any hints to stop.

We made her work to become one of "the Girls~" and I guess we'd have to admit, we don't know when it happened, but she DEF is one of us. Molly doesn't play with her a whole lot coz she crawls all over her and pulls her hair constantly and when Molly tells her off, she doesn't begin to listen. Me? I'm da boss and we play together, but she doesn't bother me constantly! I even let her chew on the hair on my back leg sometimes, mostly coz I'm sleepy at the time. She used to follow me everywhere, but she is an independent little tzu.

Thank dog fur that play pen of hers, or we might not get a nap, if ya know what I mean! IsaBella is getting bigger, but she's only about four and a half lbs. now, even though she thinks she is as big as we are, BOL! Slowly but surely, we're finding our way. I don't like when she tries to greet company before me~but when I gently put her in her place, she listens! I'm showing her the ropes, how it all works around here. I don't know why she's an energizer bunny~it's exhausting~I think Molly and I need a raise, BOL! (Mine should be da biggest though!)

Pumpkins? In honor of the Oct./Nov. Howliday Season......

I saw this and had to put it in our diary~ we "wuf" it!

*********From one pumpkin to another!*************

A woman was asked by a coworker,
'What is it like to be a Christian?'

The coworker replied, 'It is like being a pumpkin.'
God picks you from the patch, brings you in,
and washes all the dirt off of you.
Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.
He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed.
Then He carves you a new smiling face and
puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.'

This was passed on to me by another pumpkin.
Now it's your turn to pass it to other pumpkins.

(I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch.)

REMEMBER: "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."

Not about surviving the Storm, but how to Dance in the rain!

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm
but how to dance in the rain.'

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door There were still cards to be written.

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

***You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?

It doesn't have to be Valentines Day 4 You to be a- Valentine!

MY VALENTINE (sung by Martina McBride)

If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you

If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you

And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need
My love, my valentine

All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly

I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn't love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need
My love, my valentine

La da da
Da da da da

And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
Cuz all I need
Is you, my valentine

You're all I need
My love, my valentine


***ya know......It doesn't have to be Valentines Day 4 You to be a Valentine!! :)

Isn't this funny??

We found this on our Friend, Toos' page! Its too cute and so funny!



Happy NEW YEAR!!:


Walkin in a Doggie Wonderland


Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane, snow is glistenin'.
It's yellow, NOT white I've been there tonight,
Marking up my winter wonderland.
Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.
It's a sign for wandering vagrants;
"Avoid where I pee, it's MY pro-per-ty!
Marked up as my winter wonderland."
In the meadow dad will build a snowman,
following the classical design. Then I'll lift my leg and let it go Man,
So all the world will know that it's mine-mine-mine!
Straight from me to the fence post,
flows my natural incense boast;
"Stay off my TURF, this small piece of earth,
I marked it as my winter wonderland."
-Unkown

we WUF it!

Found another loverly poem...

Mommie found another lovely poem; thought provoking too!

EVERY DAY IS CHRISTMAS

Every day is Christmas when you have the kind of mind,
That stores up all the goodness and the sweetness it can find.
When you don't need an occasion, to spread a bit of cheer,
But just keep on a-giving, of yourself throughout the year.

Every day is Christmas, with a gaily wrapped surprise,
When you've learned to see the friendship, in someone else's eyes.
When you try a little harder, and complain a little less,
Holding fast to all the fervor of the faith that you possess.

Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be
More concerned with words like "you" and less with "I" and "me."
When it's fun to do a favor, and to lend a helping hand,
When being understood means less, than when you understand.

Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast,
When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last.
When you can face your conscience, and be glad of what you are,
Then every day is Christmas, with a stable and a star.

-- Author Unknown

The WAY it IS @ OUR house...

*Be on your way*

My dogs live here, they're here to stay. You don't like pets? Be on your way. They share my home, my food, my space. This is their home, this is their place.

You will find dog hair on the floor, They will alert you're at the door. They may request a little pat, A simple 'NO' will settle that.

It gripes me when I hear you say, 'Just how is it you live this way? They smell, they shed, they're in the way.' WHO ASKED YOU? is all I can say.

They love me more than anyone. My voice is like the rising sun, They merely have to hear me say, 'C'mon, time to go and play.' Then tails wag and faces grin, They bounce and hop and make a din. They never say, 'No time for you,' They're always there, to GO and DO.

And if I'm sad, they're by my side. And if I'm mad, they circle wide. And if I laugh, they laugh with me. They understand, they always see.

So, once again, I say to you, 'Come visit me,' but know this too... My dogs live here, they're here to stay. You don't like pets? Be on your way. They share my home, my food, my space. This is their home, this is their place.

(BOL! Gotta like that, dont'cha?)