I've been tagged by my Uncle Hershey

I was tagged by my pal Bailey. Here are the rules:

*List 10 different items you're thankful for.
*5 will start with the first letter of your name, and the other 5 will be the first letter of your Mommy's name. (Or typist, daddy, ect.)
*So my first five will be H, my last five will be M's.
*Tag AT LEAST 4 pals
*You can do rosettes, send a pmail, or anything.
*Copy and paste this entry into your diary, only replace my answers with yours
*Everytime you do this, add another name to the list. I'd love to see how far this game gets!

1. Health
2. Holidays
3. Hugs
4. Home
5. Happy pawrents
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6. Mommy
7. Greenies
8. Chicken strips
9. My vet Doc Allen
10. Jenna (to keep me company when I'm home alone!)

Wow that was fun! Now I'm tagging:

Lexi
Lil Sassy
Pepper
Dancer

The Birth of a Dog by Dorothy Gray

When the Maker was resting from labour,
And he gazed on the world from above,
He saw many poor, lonely humans
With noone to care for or love,
And the Lord, in His infinite mercy,
With compassion both tender and wise,
Made a furry, four legged creature
With a tail, and a pair of brown eyes...
And a heart filled with loyal devotion
From the moment his short life began.
And the Maker smiled down from his Heaven
on the Dog He created for man!

A friend gave us this poem and it is so true and appropriate...

Yours sincerely, Gizzy Man

Hey I'm still awive and Mummy Donna can't beweive it!

Hee hee...me all happy...me gots a grand wife...mummy Donna nevaa weaves my side except when she has to you know...mummy Jenna nevaa weaves my side except she had surgree or somefin wike dat yesterday. Me didn't habs to go in and see dat mean ole vet. Jenna didn't seem so happy eiver. She had cryofreeze on her bumpies...dey could have weft dem der. Me was twying to eats dem off her. Dangit...me nevaa gets what I want.

Well mummy Donna has been taking me for a walk wid her and Jenna...what funs me habs. Me chases fwying leaves...dats what Mummy Donna calls dem. Me wooks for bugs...me just habing a ball being outside and discobering a whole new world. Me has been doing good on da leash. But me won't let mummy Donna puts da leash on me until me is sitting in her lap. Dat's my safe zone. We gots a neighbor who insists on shooting off fiweworks eben after daddy Tommy told him it tewwifies us. Humph...what is dat guy tinking. My daddy is slow to anger, but when you push his buttons...watch out. We habs to call da powice and trust me da guy next door does not wants da powice knocking on his door if you knows whats I means. So if he taught daddy was kidding...BOL...wast night he pushed daddy's button. Mummy says stay in da bedrooms when da powice officer gets here so daddy can get it off his chest. Now da guy knows daddy wasn't kidding (daddy is a kidder so most people are not sure when to take him sewiouswy...but me tinks he is taking it sewiouswy now).

Well anyways...me gots to go find new stuff to tear up, so as mummy Jenna sez...dat's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Latest news of my strange little life

A couple of weeks ago I was eating a pretzel, if it hits the floor, it's mine! Well to make a long story short I started to strangle on the pretzel, my front legs were flailing, mummy said I had a panicked look on my face and she forced me on my back and pushed my tummy and if you haven't seen a pretzel fly, trust me this is not the way you want to see it!

A couple of days ago, mummy Jenna was going to go out to wee, she doesn't need a leash, she heels and minds. When I snuck out wid her and daddy, and he ain't no pack leader trust me, well I was running and enjoying da grass and da warm weather and chasing mummy Jenna around. Mummy Donna came out and told me to come and I wouldn't, nope not me! Well mummy Jenna started towarding the house when Mummy Donna said, inside NOW! Well mummy Jenna got a hold of me and bit at me until she rounded me up and got me in da house.

So I got two heroes, Mummy Donna and mummy Jenna!

Me in trubble again!

Me fighting wid Mummy Jemma and she frew me off da bed...I swear, she frew me right off da bed...I landed on my hip and arooooooooooo it hurt...whimper whimper...tears in eyes...it huwt...I swear she twying to kill me...I was just biting at her to help her wook pwetty and she stawted wrassling wid me and me went frying off da bed. Bad Mummy Jemma! I'll be okay, don't wowwy about me...sniff sniff...looking to see if anyone is looking and feeling sorry fur him...

Hewwo

Me is so happy, mummy sez I'm growing wike a weed? I tink more wike a fwower...me is bee you tee full...mummy and daddy tell me dat evewy day. Mummy sez I'm twice da size I was when I came home. Me wuvs me mummy. I cwy if she doesn't hold me. Me cwies if I can't find her. Me knows she is on da sofa, but den I hear her voice say Gizmo me over here...den I go pouncy pouncy after her. Me is getting good at doing my potty on da papers, but sometimes I miss... me is getting better at not biting. Mummy Jemma doesn't find it funny at all...hmmmmmm...no sense of humor. Oh well...me off to find somefing else to get in twouble...me is humbwy Gizmo da Gweat

Coming Home Day

Yippee, yahoo, and hip hip hooray. Me coming home today. Mummy and Daddy and my sisfur Jenna are coming to pick me up... Hee hee...they are told I am a chow hound. I'm da runt of da litter, but dat ain't stopping me from getting home where I belong. Jenna...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...she'll learn to lub me. So dat's my story and I'm...thwack...ouch...ok ok...dat's my day!

My story

Hi, my name is Gizmo da Great...hee hee...big name fur a little chi/jrt. Yep I'm two-thirds chi and one-third jrt. I'm going to live wid da divine one pretty soon. Right now I'm still wid my fur mummy. Mummy gets calls from her owner wid updates. I'm eating puppy food already at four weeks. I'm da runt of da litter and Miss Kathy says I'm da feistiest of da group. I have four siblings. Anybody close to us looking fur a puppy da rest of dem need a good home. Just contact Mummy Donna if you are interested. Me getting so excited about going and being Jenna's widdle brofur.