July 22nd 2008 6:01 pm
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"Snoopy" (Dogster ID#608755) a Boston Terrier who lived in KY with her large family of brother & sisters just gave birth to 8 puppies on Friday, July 18th. She had a total of 8 puppies, but only two ultimately survived. She wasn't acting right today, so her Mom & Dad took her to the vet and left her to be checked out. The vet called not long afterwards and said "Snoopy" had passed away (she apparently had developed an infection of some type and didn't survive). As you can imagine, her family is devastated and left with two tiny puppies to try and hand feed. We are so hurt and sad about this and feel awful for her family. We're praying for them to have strength at this time.
We really wish all these bad things would stop happening to our pals!
July 18th 2008 12:46 pm
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As you leave this earthly world behind and join many of your lost pals at the beautiful Rainbow Bridge, know that you were loved dearly here on earth and now in heaven...you will never be forgotten.
We send our deepest condolences to your family left behind and pray for them to find the strength to deal with you loss and feel comfort in knowing they did everything humanly possible for you and gave you the most unselfish gift of perfect love today by letting you go home.
Our hearts are breaking, too, as we've know that pain that saying goodbye brings, but take comfort in knowing that we'll all meet again some beautiful day.
Love, sorrow & prayers~
Sully & Family
July 14th 2008 5:43 am
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I do NOT like the new shower curtain!
What adult person, long in the tooth, would put up a shower curtain with "psychedelic frogs" on it? Frogs that look like they're leaping right at you, with long spidery legs in colors you'd seen on a neon sign over a strip bar? My Mom, that's who!! What was wrong with our white shower curtain with pretty rainbow stripes running horizontally across the bottom??? To wake up one morning and walk by the bathroom and be frozen in your tracks when you see crazed
amphibians springing around your otherwise normal bathtub is NOT a comforting experience! I'm not real big on change of any kind (you should see me freak out on our walks at Christmas when those bulbous inflatable snowmen and Santa Claus things start to pop up in our neighbors yards!) I liked the old shower curtain, period!!
So, it's still been way to hot for me to stay in MY yard under MY tree and I've been spending way too much time in the house B-O-R-E-D
out of my knobby little skull. You can only count the fibers in the carpet so many times, y'know? Life lately has been as exciting as watching paint dry!! The most exciting thing that's happened around here lately is that I've gotten a bath, as you can see from my pictures. Mom climbed all over the bathroom like a rhesus monkey to get a lot of pictures of me being bathed..that used up about an hour, whoopee, how exciting! There might be hope on the horizon tho...I've heard Mom talking to Dad (again!) about getting me a baby pool for outside. Dad's objected so far (his stupid grass may get crushed...ask me if I care?). However, Mom's constant requests ("nagging") have apparently broken him down and he told her the other day to go ahead and get one...YEAH!! Of course, they have NO idea if I'll like it (I've got a feeling you'll see my Mom sitting in it more than me), but since I've been jumping into the bath tub on my own, Mom's convinced I love to be in water and the pool will be just peachy for me....we'll see about that!
So, Dad, being a grrrreat cook (good thing he is...Mom hates it and the only reason we have a kitchen, according to her, is that it came with the house)...where was I? Oh, yeah, so Dad's always looking for new stuff to cook and he ordered some Bison burgers and steaks (that's right, folks....buffalo meat!). He was all excited when the big white styrofoam box arrived (via the despicable UPS man) with his buffalo (they cut it up to fit it into the box I guess) and thawed some out to cook that night. What a disappointment that turned out to be for Mom & Dad...tasteless & fatty (yucky)...but guess who got the burgers? Yup, I ate buffalo burgers like they were going to stop making food tomorrow and I'd never get to eat again! Mom took some pix (well, of course) which we'll put up maybe later today, and one shows just how my eyes bugged out at this fabulous new treat!! Of course, Dad didn't pace himself in giving it to me and I prolly ate half the whole former plains grazer in about 3 minutes flat (Mom's objection went unnoticed)! I'm tellin' you, pals, that was some tasty meat....until several hours later. It didn't taste as good coming back up (ya think maybe Mom gave Dad that "I told you so look"?). I think that's prolly the last time I'll ever see the high plains drifter come in a big white box again!!
My Dad has to wear orthodics in his shoes to help with his sore legs.
So, Mom ordered two new pairs of thick rubber ones to replace Dad's old ones...Dad liked them a lot. However, my Dad is not responsible (according to Mom) about picking up his things and putting them back where they belong so he can find them easily. Thus, my pawrents spend a great deal of time each and every day looking for things Dad can't find (Mom usually finds whatever is missing 'cause Dad gets all ruffled up and can't think straight when he can't find something and Mom tells him to go sit in his recliner and she'll find whatever the daily missing object is). Are ya beginning to smell trouble here with the orthodics? Mom & Dad were sleeping and I was up early, looking for something to do....then I spotted them! So, it gave me something to do for a change and when Mom got up later she saw one of Dad's new rubber orthodics chewed into pieces on the floor by Dad's side of the bed. Yup, I really did a good job on it!
She picked up the pieces and left them right on top of the rest of the pile of junk on Dad's dresser so he'd see the results of his carlessness (leaving the orthodic on the floor). Dad said nothing, but later Mom noticed the pieces of the new orthodic weren't on Dad's dresser any longer, but now in the trash can (did Dad REALLY think Mom wouldn't notice?). I won't go into the, ummm....discussion that followed, but you can pretty well imagine it, I think!
Let's see, what else? Oh, several days ago I was out front on my lead and suddenly Mom & Dad hear a lot of hollering to them through our open window. A loud, but very sweet lady who lives down the street from us had me by the collar out in the middle of the street trying to pull me back to MY yard. Yup, a temporary jail break had taken place! Dad went out and retrieved me with my leash and brought me back into the house. Apparently, the metal hook that holds me on the lead had broken and set me FREE! Couldn't blame this one on Daddy...just the crappy construction of the lead. I mean, they make these leads out of rubber coated wire that would prolly stop an F-14
landing on a carrier deck and then put a cheap hook on the end of it (yeah, makes no sense does it?). So, a disaster was averted when the lady saw me wandering in the street and snagged me. Mom & Dad were really thankful she caught me (I can't say I was thrilled) and Dad went down to Petsmart and bought a new lead immediately. We're going to have to keep a close eye on that hook from now on for sure!
Then came the 4th of July! Mom & Dad (knowing how the fireworks scared me so much last year...shortly after I came to them and was afraid of everything) had made plans to spend the night of the 4th down in the basement where you can't hear them very well and watch the celebration on tv. So, the kids in the neighborhood start firing off their firecrackers early in the day and guess what? I was out in the yard resting up under MY tree when it started and I didn't react at ALL! Mom can see me out the window from where she sits at the computer and nearly broke a leg trying to get me in away from the local explosions, only to see that I was totally unaffected by the noise.
She was astounded, based on last years total freak out. But, I wasn't ready to come in, so she let me stay out there and not once did she see me have any reaction at all (even to those screeching rocket noises that come from some fireworks). BOL...I just LOVE keeping Mom & Dad off balance by doing the unexpected!! So, we didn't retreat to the basement, and during the whole night I didn't even twitch an ear with all the sounds and sights that accompany fireworks!!
As I'm sure you know by now, I'm a BACONNNN junkie! Mom buys me those big, huge bags and doles them out to me (only two a day), broken into tiny pieces. We've been working through the last big bag and I've started to panic because I can see the bag is getting lower and lower (I'm a bit suspicious that Dad may have been into my stash, but Mom assured me he hasn't). Anyhooo, I've expressed my jaw grinding desperation at seeing my bag getting low to a couple of my most fun friends (Snapper Mullethead, Marley Bob & Elsie Mae Puddin Pie Miller)...who are charter members of my BACONNN Strip Support Group (they also LOVE them). So, the other day I get a "bluebird of happiness" gift from them and you'll never believe what the gift was....a picture of a big bag of Bacon Beggin' Strips!!! Me and Mom howled with laughter at this, thinking it was the funniest thing ever. Then, Mom Miller made a picture of Me, Snapper Mullethead, Marley Bob & Elsie Mae Puddin Pie all shooting pool for "scoobies"
(Bacon Beggin Strips). We loved the picture, too funny, and put it on my page. Mrs. Miller also made a graphic of a poem we love with my picture on it, which is now also on my page. They are the coolest pack and we're so glad we've become such great friends with these fun guys (and Mrs. Miller is way cool and has helped Mom learn how to do some stuff)! Having a BACONNNN support group with these pals has really helped me deal with my addiction!
Hannah joined in and sent me some SPAM to help fill the void until I get more BACONNNN! Hannah and her humom are such great pals and we're so happy now that Hannah is up and around, living the life she so deserves!
Mom put a new jukebox on my page, which is pretty cool. The first two songs are dedicated to me, but then Mrs. Greedbag started filling in a bunch of songs she really likes (whose page IS this anyway, MOM???)
I wanna thank all my great pup pals who have been sending me pawmails and gifts and good wishes for my Mom with her constant headaches. You guys are all so pawsome and I love all of you!!
Other than throwing up in Mom & Dad's bed at 4am the other morning, I've been feeling pretty good (Mom thinks it was from devouring that buffalo)! It was kinda funny to me 'cause Mom & Dad had just that day washed all the sheets and quilt and re-made the bed all nice and clean. I didn't mean to do it (and they didn't get mad at me) but it was kinda amusing to see them up at 4am ripping everything they'd just cleaned off the bed and having to completely re-do it. Daddy went back to sleep, but Mom was worried about me and stayed up all night watching to make sure I was ok...which was just fine with me to have the company during the wee hours, BOL!
Well, I guess by now all of your eyes are falling out of your heads reading this long entry, for which I'm sorry (yeah, sure, whatever), but it's been a long time since we wrote and I wanted to share all my doins with you guys since it's been a month since our last entry!
Guess I'll go take a nap now and try to ignore those demented frogs just waiting to pounce on me from the bathroom!
WOOFS, WAGS & WIGGLES~
June 27th 2008 5:25 pm
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We just heard today that our precious pal "Sam" (Dogster ID#676854) has crossed over the Bridge now and was met by his furfriends who went before him. Sam (in typical upbeat style) says it's so beautiful in Heaven and he's already enjoying himself...it makes us happy that he's no longer in pain from the cancer that took him. Sam and his family fought a valiant effort during the last few months, but he finally succumbed. Our hearts ache for Sam's family and we hope they can find peace in knowing their beloved Sam is now pain free and restored. Sam was very, very dear to us and we are heartbroken at his loss. God gained a very special angel when Sam crossed the bridge! Godspeed, dear, sweet friend...until we meet again. If anyone feels inclined to send a message to Sam's family, I'm sure they would appreciate it. (We put a picture of Sam in our Photo Plus book, you should go see how sweet he was).
June 27th 2008 11:42 am
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I have been tagged by my pals Snapper Mullethead Miller & Lakota.
Here are the questions and answers about me:
Name four jobs that you have had:
1. Guard dog to alert Mom & Dad someone's coming..I do a great job!
2. Ride shotgun with Daddy wherever he goes in the car (except
when it's too hot (I hate when he leaves without me).
3. Being an excellent host to my beloved neighbor "Socks" whenever
she comes here for some food, love and sleep.
4. Being Mommy's anti-depressant when she's feeling bad.
Name four places I have been:
1. Wandering all alone for who knows how long, found in NC.
2. A kill shelter in Newport News, VA after I was picked up in NC.
3. Homeward Trails pet rescue with various fosters until Mom &
Dad came to take me home.
4. At my furever loving home with Mom & Dad since March 30, 2007.
Name four places I have lived:
1. Nobody knows where I was before I was found wandering in NC.
2. In a kill shelter in Newport News, VA
3. With various fosters at Homeward Trails Rescue in Arlington, VA
4. With my Mommy & Daddy in my wonderful furever home!
Name for four places you would rather be:
1. In the woods somewhere smelling
2. Anywhere with Dad riding in the car.
3. Ourside more...it's too hot for me to be out much these days!
4. At the beach (I've never been) because Mom & Dad love the beach!
I'm going to tag (sorry pals!):
Pita CGC #297221
I'm not crazy about being tagged, myself, so to the ones I tag...I apologize if you feel the same way. It's a nice thought, but I've been tagged too many times already and it takes a lot of Mom's time (especially when she's not feeling good).
June 18th 2008 6:46 am
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So I thought I'd try out an Aussie accent since I'm an Aussie, BOL...oh, I kill myself!!!
OK. I've been too busy to write lately (plus the half dead woman in my Mommy's body had been laid up....at least, I THINK she's under those bed covers?!). But, she got up early this morning 'cause she has a docs appoint later today. So, this'll be a long one, sorry!
Sooooo, do you guys have ANY idea how hard it is to keep YOUR dirt hole just the right depth and temperature? I've been digging like a gopher trying to fix mine all week (Redford, buddy, I'm sure you're with me on this one). Well, I finally got it the right depth (after working the whole perimeter of MY tree and getting rid of all that stuff my Dad calls "mulch"), so now all I have to do each morning is toss off an inch or two of the top layer of dirt to expose MY perfect summer dirt hole :). I must say, even though it's been exhausting, I'm quite proud of the result....so much so, in fact, that Mommy took a picture of me in MY hole under MY tree and posted it here! Pretty cool, eh (pun intended, BOL....oh, I'm on a roll today).
After exhausting any and all attempts by my Daddy to put a wierd looking contraption over my nose and behind my ears (what tha h***???)...something he calls a "Gentle Leader", my walks have not been as long (due to the heat) and my adventures somewhat limited. Yeah, right, Dad...it you like that thing so much, put it over YOUR nose and behind your ears!! Not gonna happen, Dude!
Where was I??? Oh, right...well, I did something the other day that I'm really glad SHE didn't get on camera as it would have been quite embarrassing for me. Me and Dad are walking down MY street (sans Gentle Leader thing) on our normal shady route and suddenly, out of nowhere, I literally take flight over a corner fence we pass EVERY day! But today was different. I knew it was there....I smelt it!!! Oh, Dad's arm pretty much came with me and he followed shortly thereafter. What, you ask, could have possessed this abnormal behavior on my part? I smelled IT....the CAT who taunts me so!!
That's right....she wasn't in her normal yard, but was behind the fence in this yard today.
Ahem..., what I had NOT anticipated, was that the quite massive Rottweiler who (I temporarily forgot) lives in that house was in the yard, too!!! I only realized this in mid-air and really had to land, so down I came right in front of the incredible hulk of snarling, slobbering, growling, bug-eyed, bared teeth Rotty who, not having invited me in the first place, was startled and lunged at me!!
Daddy had almost landed, too, by this time and the lady who owns Rotty was running out of the house, all because Rotty actually did hit me and I started wailing & blubbering like a little girl, cringing in terror, while Daddy and Rotty's Mommy tried to keep us apart!! Had NO idea, nor did I care, where the stupid cat went...ya ever heard of bait & switch?
After I saw that Rotty's Mommy had control of him, I started barking like the big, macho man that I am (on the outside) letting Rotty know that if our pawrents weren't around, I'd kick his a......WHAT?, MOM???
OK, I'm not allowed to say that in my diary, but I'm sure you all get the drift, right? Well, THAT broke the recent boredom, for sure!!
Of course, when we got home, big mouth Dad had to tell Mommy ALL about it, at which time the she/it neurotic thing came up out of my real Mommy (like the "Alien" came out of Sigorney Weaver's tummy)
and she fell to her knees, running her hands and fingers all over me (hey, watch it there, woman!) and kissing me....EWWW!! She asked Daddy if I was hurt and Daddy (still not happy about the unscheduled flight, I guess) said, "I don't know...he'll live!" That prolly wasn't the best answer to give neuro-Mom right at that particular moment, because she started growling (I'm not kidding....she DID!) at Daddy and hissing, "Why weren't YOU paying more attention??" For a minute, I saw her eyes glow red, really!! Well, at least throwing Dad under the bus got ME out of her cloying clutches and running to MY inside water bowl. When I rounded the corner back into the living room a few minutes later, neuro-Mom had gone into our bedroom and closed the door and Daddy was headed for the refrigerator, muttering something almost inaudible about "cold beer", glaring at me, too. It was pretty quite for the rest of the afternoon and evening until.....
I barfed up a grass & fur sausage thing (pretty gross) right at the foot of Mommy's bed, waking her from light sleep with my gagging sounds.
She scrambled to the bottom of the bed (sounded like she kinda punched Daddy awake, too) to see what was wrong with me. Of course, by the time she got to me, it was all over and the neuro-Mom was appearing, issuing orders to Daddy to "get some paper towels!" while she stuck her clawlike fingers halfway down my ribcage looking for obstruction (hey, idiot, the obstruction is right there on the floor...GAWD!).
After what I considered, too much examination of the, ummm sausage, Daddy ushered me outside in case there was more, while neuro-Mom kept "cawwing" something about "why put him out THERE....that's where the GRASS IS!!!" Dad started trying to explain that grass was good for me and pretty much ALL OVER THE YARD, but knew he didn't have a chance of avoiding the vet the next day. Yup, good ole Doc...but, it was only a phone call, not a full monty visit...YEAH!!! The vet told Daddy that there were certain types of grass that wouldn't digest and apparently that was what I'd found so irresistable to eat. Vet's answer...keep him away from "that" grass....what?! Neuro-Mom had already said that and SHE didn't charge for the advice!! Daddy's still trying to figure out how to avoid GRASS when we're out and about.......BOL (sorry).
So, that was last week, then Socks came by for a visit Friday night, but didn't stay long (she ate a couple of plates of food, got water and plenty of petting and then wanted to go on her way...which was wierd, as we usually have to use a pulley system to get her out the front door). Wonder what she had going on? Whatever it was, I wasn't invited (prolly a pawty at Rotty's house)!!!
Dad, still on a guilt trip I guess, bought me some BACON Beggin' Strips at the store and I've discovered doggie heroin! I'll do ANYTHING for one of those strips....if ONLY I had opposable thumbs!!! BACON RULES!!!! But, of course, you know WHO had to get the bag away from Daddy before he let me eat it all, and now "she/it" doles it out to me one piece at a time...broken into smaller pieces! She enjoys seeing me go cold turkey....I just know it!!! I want a house made out of bacon...I want to breathe bacon....I'm a bacon junkie with NO remorse. The bad thing is, she/it has figured that out now and is using the bacon to bribe me to do her bidding. Does anyone know if they have methabacon clinics?? Somebody give me BACON...NOW!!
The only other news around here is that my Uncle John (Mommy's brother) just traded in his "old" Harley Sportster for a brand, spanking new Softail (can't exactly remember model) motorcycle, which he rode over to show Mommy (who LOVES bikes & used to ride a lot) yesterday. Mommy heard it coming (can you mistake the sound of a Harley? NO!) while she was in the darkened down den loading music into my new player (did you guys check it out....it ROCKS!).
Mommy, not dressed, had to hide behind MY big tree so the neighbors wouldn't see her and call Wildlife Management, to look at the new bike. OMIDOG, she was drooling worse than a hound over that hunk of raw power, shiny black with mini-ape hangers, thundering in the driveway!!! If I'd have been thinking, I coulda prolly found the bacon bag while her attention was totally OFF me for a change and ON that total load of a bike!!! Uncle John said he'd come by later in the week and take Mommy out for a ride...she is SO exicited and praying that she doesn't have a bad headache the day he comes!! (Side note: Daddy HATES motorcycles...big ninny, because they're "dangerous"....oh, puleassse!! So, when he came in from the store, he walked right by the new bike and didn't even notice it...BOL!). Mommy pulled out her much hated helmet to be ready, tho she much prefers to ride without a helmet....just free and wild in the wind!!! Mommy's getting carried away, must be time for her meds, so I'll sign off for now I guess!
Hope efurrybody is having a wonderful summer with your friends and families and I'll bark atcha again soon, now that my major work is done on MY dirt hole.....
(doin one day at a time...jonesing for BACCCCOOOONNNNN!!!)
June 15th 2008 3:01 am
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We all know about the horrendous flooding that's been happening in Iowa this past week and everyone feels AWFUL about it.
BUT, what about the pets that so many people had to leave behind???
OMIDOG...we MUST ALL try to help in any way we can. Here is the web site address for the Petsmart Emergency Relief page where you can find out what's being done already for these poor, helpless animal victims and, hopefully, either make a donation online or send a check. It doesn't matter how little you can send (we can't send much ourselves), but, every single dollar will go to help these poor little animals who have no voice to ask themselves. PLEASE, go to their site and do what you can (wouldn't we all want help if WE were in that kind of trouble)?
And let's all keep our paws crossed in prayer for all our furry friend in so much trouble!
June 10th 2008 1:37 am
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OK, so yesterday she/it kept me inside most of the day so I wouldn't get hot (have you ever heard of anything so stupid?)....well, NOW it's MY turn to call the shots!
It's 4:31am and I pestered the she/it Mommy till she got up and let me out for a potty break ...which, in itself, isn't all that abnormal, but, we don't have any lights out front (except the dim porch light) and it/Mommy can't find me, AND she's got a really bad headache, so she's got to go get the flashlight and shoes and come outside looking all over the yard and behind the bushes...tee hee, she said a bad word I think! Anyway, I'm being vewwy, vewwy quiet....shhhhhh!!!! See if she gets me inside THIS time! Oops, there went the light...too close!!!
June 9th 2008 10:07 am
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Listen, pals....shhhh, SHE might be listening. OK, here's the deal, an alien has posessed my Mommy...the thing looks like her, sounds like her, but is a hovering, neurotic, worrying lunatic who's taken over my normal, only marginally insane Mommy. And I'm being held...against my will....inside the house, unable to go out and keep an eye on what's going on from my vantage point under MY tree!!
My regular Mommy let me out about 6am this morning as usual, where I stayed, comfortably dug into my cool dirt lounge pit, under MY tree, communing with nature and eyeballing any trespassers onto our yard...just spaced out and loving every minute of it. Well, I musta dozed of for a second and never saw the space ship that dumped the alien/Mommy into our house and kidnapped my realMommy!!
I say this because about 9am, I hear the storm door unlocking and immediatly start my scramble to roll up into the tightest ball I can so Mommy can't see me behind MY tree and see if I want to come in. Normally, if I don't want in right then, Mommy will just say, "OK, honey, you let me know when you wanna come in with me and Daddy" and then leave me alone to continue my daydreaming.
Well, this time, the neurotic alien/Mommy SAW me and wouldn't take no for an answer...she/it MADE me come in the house!! She/it said it was getting too hot for me to stay out any longer and I must come in where it's cooler. WHAT??? Yeah, ok, so it's warm...but I wasn't sweating bullets yet, so what's the big deal? I heard her/it telling my Daddy (they didn't get him into the spaceship) that she/it didn't want me outside as the heat might make me get sick again....GAWD! And, believe it or not, my Daddy didn't argue with her/it at all! Then she placed my dish full of food in front of me, which I ran away from and hid by Daddy's side of the bed (who knows what she/it put in there) and my real Mommy knows I won't eat until I've had my walk with Daddy! Daddy had a bad night with his legs last night and is sleeping in today, so the hovering Mommy/it is keeping me in, against my will, fearing I'll get too hot.
I wish my real Mommy would come back, because the weather has been so great the last few weeks and my real Mommy has let me stay out longer. Anybody know how to pick a lock and let me back out??
Then, while I'm hiding from her/it by Daddy's bed, I hear my real Mommy's voice laughing and talking on the phone...sounding SO happy (the NERVE!). Turns out she was on the phone with one of my favorite Dogster pals' Mommy, just chatting up a storm...enjoying herself so much while I'm in hiding! I heard her tell Daddy that this phone call really made her day and she sounded, frankly, giddy!! Well, isn't that special for YOU, Mommy!
I don't understand what it being hot out has to do with me being kept prisoner in my house! Somebody pleassssse come save me...there must be a lot going on outside and I'm missing it ALL!!
June 8th 2008 5:19 am
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WOOF, all my wonderful pals~
Whatever it was that had me not eating & acting wierd has passed completely...I'm back to eating like a horse and wanting more and feeling happy & healthy!! My pawrents are ecstatic and so grateful to all of you who've been so supportive and helpful...we appreciate all of you SO much!
My Mommy's still having her daily battle, but is in such better spirits knowing I'm ok :).
Some time ago, one of my gal pals was trying to find ELECTRIC NAIL TRIMMERS so her Mommy could trim her nails easier. My Mommy has wracked her one remaining brain cell and can't remember who it was (keep thinking maybe Molly or Sophie or Chrissy)??? Anyway, I hope whichever one of you it was (Mommie's tried searching her mail, but can't find it) will see this, because Mommy found the information you wanted. It was on tv last night and Mommy wrote it down. The website is: www.peticure.com (I think they've got just what you're looking for). Mommy is considering getting one for me, but she's afraid it will make noise that will freak me out.
I wanted to also mention that the folks at HOMEWARD TRAILS ANIMAL RESCUE (see link to them on right side of my page), which is where Mommy and Daddy found me, have been absolutely WONDERFUL in trying to help Mommy & Daddy figure out what's been wrong with me. Shana (who was my Adoption Coordinator) read my diary entries when I was sick and contacted Mommy to help. She contacted other member of the Homeward Trails team (including vets, trainers and other voluteers) describing my symptoms and they have all offered so much helpful information to us. We want them to know how very much we appreciate it (we've never dealt with a shelter organization who make themselves available to adoptive pawrents long after the initial adoption takes place). They are always there to help you with any problems you may have. Anyone who lives in the Washington, DC area (we're about 50 miles away) and is interested in adopting a pet, should definitely contact Homeward Trails to find the perfect pet. We can't recommend them highly enough and want them to know how much all of their help and support has meant to us. Thanks to each and every one of the HT
family for always being there for us!!
Well, pals, I hope all of you are having a wonderful weekend and I love each and every one of you!
WOOFS, WAGS & WIGGLES~
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