There Are No Ugly Children

After Linda read my post yesterday, she went to Safeway to buy chicken and beef. All morning the smell of roasting meat filled the house. Honestly, I was flipping out. (I was dancing and jumping so much I kept falling backwards.) She puts it in the whirly blender and makes mushed up food for me. I got to taste some when it cooled, whoo-hoo... is it good. She must really love me. Linda
is a vegan and for her to cook that meat and pull it off the bone is really dying to self. I know I can be annoying with my fussy eating, but I'm so adorable, she'll keep me. Not like this poor little girl who ended up in the trash. (This photo better be a joke.)

Where's the Beef?

I know in a past post I mentioned that I was thinking of becoming a vegetarian. Although in theory I like the idea of not eating another animal (in some countries they eat little doggies), I just love meat. Chicken, beef, pork... you name it, I want to eat it. These little fellows in their cute overalls are right-on. Snickers and Choopie say: We Want More Bones!
We Want More Meat! Now that both Linda and Tierney are a vegetarians, there are never any leftovers except veggies and beans. I'm going to get Snickers and I matching outfits. We'll make signs and go on a hunger strike. I bet that fat cat Chip crosses our picket line. This photo is from a very old 1934 children's book. I just love it.

Toys-R-Mine

I have a new game I like to play. Down in the family room I have a small doggie-crate where Linda keeps my downstairs toys. I've found out it is big fun to take all my toys out at once and spread them all over the carpet. Linda gets up from the couch and puts them all away. As soon as she sits down, I start dragging them all out again. I have here trained real good. Snickers is checking out my stash. It used to be a great hiding spot for my treats, but he figured it out so now I hide them in the couch pillows or in the folded laundry.

Pet Dumb

PetSmart has been in the news lately about problems with their Banfield Veterinary branch. The chain has also had past issues with non-functioning micro chips. I just came across an article about a poor pooch who went in for a little beauty treatment. "Dido" paid a visit to the groomer at the local PetSmart. When her owner came to pick up Dido, she discovered she had just woken up from surgery. (The pet dog, not the lady). The management at Pet Smart refused to explain what happened. A investigative reporter with the towns newspaper did some checking into the incident. From what the reporter could gather, it sounded like the groomer was cutting Dido's fur and clipped off patches of skin. The dog required stitches to her chest and legs. PetSmart paid the lady $50.00 in in-store gift certificates. $50 dollars? Like in five $10 bills? And in store gift certificates? I'm not even believing that. I'll keep taking my baths in the kitchen sink, thank you very much.

Don't Be a Stick in the Mud

I'm always up for some toss and retrieve. It's awesome to run full force down the hallway and bring the toy back to Linda so she can throw it again and again. It seems like I'm not the only dog who likes to play fetch. A man who has a 18" dog named Millie was playing a little outdoor fetch with a stick. He threw the 16-inch stick for Millie to retrieve, but it stuck in the ground like a javelin and the sprinting dog managed to effectively impale herself on it, swallowing it whole. I'm sure the poor owner about had a heart attack. He rushed Millie to the vet where emergency surgery found that the stick went down her throat and deep into her stomach....without hitting any vital organs. No Freaking Way! The were able to take it out with only a small scratch in her stomach lining. Moral of the story: Be sure your stick does not get stuck in the mud, or your name will be Mud. Here I am stuck in a boot.

On a Serious Note....

Let me appeal to your heart. Due to the large number of housing foreclosures, many families are just leaving their pets behind to run wild or taking them to shelters. Many of the areas hardest hit have had a huge influx of abandoned pets. How could anyone just move and leave their dog or cat to fend for themselves? I don't much like Chip, but never in a million years would I want Linda to move and leave her to starve or get run over. If you are facing hardship and might lose your home, PLEASE, PLEASE take your pet to a shelter if you are unable to care for it. To all those people who don't have a pet or have room in their heart for another one, visit your local shelter now and adopt a friend for life. Snickers was adopted when he was 9 months old. He was abused and abandoned. When he was found, he was starving, scared and near death. Now he is the best, best, best dog ever. I'm one of the lucky few who went from a loving home with my birth family to a loving home with my new family. If you are not in the position to adopt, stop by your shelter and donate some canned food, new toys or blankets this weekend.

Do I make a good "Impression(ist)"?

Linda went to the National Gallery of Art today. She loved all the paintings and sculptures, but her favorite part was looking at the painting with me in it! This is a photo of a small piece of the art, but obviously the most important part of the composition is of me. The girl sitting on the couch next to me is beautiful, but she cropped the photo so you could focus on my irresistible cuteness. Ne faites pas vous voulez m'embrasser??