*ZOOOOOOOM!!!*

So, I really do still exist!  I've totes missed you all.  Life has been tres crazy.  Mummy came down to visit from the Great White North, the fence has been finished & foiled several times over, Mama did another play thing (I got to go once!) and all of a sudden I'm almost 11 months old!

There's so much more to update you all with but I wanted to at least say, "Hola!"  I hope all of you are doing pawesome and that Mama starts remembering to help me update again  :)

Guess whose Mama got a new flashy beast?

MINE!!!

I haz teh smartz

Alright peeps.  This is serious business, or so sayeth the Mama.

My pawesome, fantastic, stupendous Mama has spent forevers putting in a chain link fence.  A good 65-70% of it she did all by herself!  She and Nanny finished it last weekend and Uncle Dick came over to help pull out the old fence.

I was overjoyed.

I did zoomies.

I learned quickly how to squirm under the pawesome four foot high fence.

I have tried explaining to Mama at length that I do this strictly to show my sheer graditution for this new puzzle for me.

Apparently she does not speak dog as well as I thought she did.

Now she's saying things like rebar, moats of chicken wire and ECT, the doggy version.  Please, please, PLEASE, under no circumstances, do not let your pawrents, raisers etc give her any ideas on how to keep me from the puzzle that surrounds my yard.

Begging you!
-Stellaluna the spazteroid Houdini

PS She is a dumb human and thought that walking me more would help.  BOL  I love me a good game of squiggle out of the fence.

EMERGENCY!!!

UPDATED: I just heard from Margaret, one of the adoption facilitators. 

Lily has been rescued/adopted!!

Some of you may have already seen this at Buddy Dawg's
In an effort to save time I'm just cutting and pasting.  Italicized is what Buddy's mom had to say.  Following that is a petition written by the staff of the shelter she is in.
Come on all you doggy mommies and daddies.  Let's get this girl and her babies saved.

Below is a story about a beautful sight impared momma dog, age 8. She only has until 8am tomorrow morning. I think we have found a potential foster family available IF we can get her pulled, transported to GA, and a rescue or donations to cover her vet bills.







Is there anyone who either a) is in the MI area and willing to foster her or b) willing to pull some strings to give this gorgeous girl a shot at a forever home? Please help!!!! Please, this poor girl deserves more than what she has been given so far. Leave a comment below if you have any way to help us save an innocent life. Thank you for reading this, and don't worry - Buddy will be back soon.

BEYOND URGENT in ROME, GA!!!! Poor, darling 8-year old Lily was dumped by her owner to die (see story and details below). She is visually impaired AND very pregnant. She is a shelter favorite, but this is an over-crowded, high kill shelter, and she is scheduled for euthanization on Wed. July 7 at 8:00 AM.




Petfinder ID:

http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/16788502



PLEASE CROSSPOST, PLEASE FORWARD, PLEASE NETWORK on behalf of Lily, who is eight years old, and who has been dumped by her owners when she is just about to give birth. She is scheduled to die on Wednesday, 7/7, at 8:00AM at Floyd County Animal Control. Lily is incredibly sweet and the volunteers and kennel staff love her!!! They are begging you to save this girl's life--to take her away to a safe place where she can have her puppies in peace and quiet, where her babies will not be born in a shelter, where there will be no risk that she and her babies will die on Wednesday morning!



This is the petition written on her behalf by the volunteers and kennel workers who love Lily:

The owner states Lily killed a new puppy that the owner had just bought. Lily is 8 yrs old and very much pregnant. Could she have been aggravated by the small pup who she did not recognize by smell or sight (we think she has a vision problem as she does not follow your hand in front of her, but turns when you talk to her). We have had her around other dogs and she just ignores them. She has not growled, lunged at them, barked or anything at all... it is like they are not even there. She needs another chance. PLEASE!!!!!!



May be someone who would like to tend to her and her pups and then find good homes for the babies while keeping her. Please, please, please!!!!! We all love her.

Millie, Elena, Phillip, Greta, Susie



If the story told by the dog-dumpers is true, I think it says alot about the folks who bought a new puppy when their eight year old dog was about to give birth in a few days. You can be sure that this is not the first litter of puppies that Lily has had. While it would be wise to be very careful when introducing this little mommy to be to other dogs, she has not shown aggression towards other dogs while at the shelter--just utter indifference! Towards people, she has shown nothing but sweetness and love!!!! She is beautiful, she is about to give birth, she is eight years old--and yes, please, for her sake, for the sake of her innocent babies, for the sake of the hearts of those who return her love and who are begging for her life--PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE LILY A CHANCE!!!! She is scheduled to die at 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning, July 7th!



The shelter is closed Sunday and Monday of this holiday weekend, which means that the volunteer office is also closed. But we are still here, waiting and hoping, for an offer to save Lily's life. Please email floydrescue@gmail.com (@gmail.com) or Margaret Reno mrenowi@yahoo.com (@yahoo.com)



If you can help Lily and her to-be-born pups, please contact the FLOYD ANIMAL SHELTER:floydrescue@gmail.com (@gmail.com) or Margaret Reno at mrenowi@yahoo.com (@yahoo.com)

My brudder Oz

                       

Hi furiends.  There's lots of good to report from here and a bit of sad but for now I'm just going to post about this.  As I may have mentioned, my kitty brudder Oz is the closest thing I have to a bestie (other than Mama) here.  Sarah and Maddie, my doggie sissies are old and grumpy usually.  The other kitties ignore me or get irritated pretty quickly.

Today is the third day in a row that Ozzie hasn't come home.

Mama hates that the kitties go outside.  I have a feeling they might become strictly indoor cats.

I've sniffed everywhere around the yard now that the fence is up.  Mama has looked along the roadsides but hasn't seen anything.  She's been positive until today but she says that something has flipflopped in her belly and it makes her think that maybe he won't be back.

Mama says she's going to make some flyers and call the Humane Society just in case but she really thinks that my brudder may not be here any more.

I've been mostly okay.  When Ozzie was around we would play really rough.  He taught me to catch critters that were invading our property.  Before I could jump over the old fence he would play chase with me and let me herd him.  But he was also his own kitty.  He loved our people almost as much as I do.

I hope he comes home but if he doesn't I hope he sees my mommy doggie at the Rainbow Bridge so he can tell her how happy with Mama.

                             

Wordless Wednesday (sort of)

PEEK-A-BOO!

Wordless Wednesday

Grounded

This is NOT the face of a grounded pup, I assure you.

Mama will try and tell you that I have learned to scale the fence even in the places that have been reinforced. (Chain link is just going up. Long story.) Now, she makes me wear a leash in the backyard. A leash!! In the backyard! Outrage, I tell you.

Mama will also try and tell you that I'm still eating birds, rodents, baby bunnies etc. I swear when I have, one of the kitties has caught them. *paws crossed behind back* She's actually taken to increasing my food (I eat a few small meals a day) in case it's because I'm hungry

I have her trained well.

This is not a picture of my sick day.

So as I've mentioned before, I am NOT a fan of the hot weathers. Well, two weekend ago for the first time it was waaaaaay hot here. Mama's still not sure what happened.

We were sitting outside Sunday morning when Nanny and Grandma were at church. We came back inside and I got all sleepy and clingy. By the time Nanny and Grandma got home I was so sick I didn't even wag my tail at them. Next thing they knew I puked and Mama said into the bath you go!

Nanny went and got my Aunty Savie to help Mama take care of me. They put me in a lukewarm bath, took my temperature IN MY BUTT (talk about dogmiliation) and kept me in front of a fan occasionally applying damp towels until my temperature went down. It took about 6 hours or so for me to get back to normal i.e. trying to jump the fence.

Mama was worried but we had lots of hoomans to help including Aunty J who kept Mama calm via phone. She also mentioned some friend she has on hand for emergencies named Zan Ex but I've never seen him or her so maybe that's Mama's imaginary friend?


How are all of you?

Thank you for being a friend

And then there was one...

Mama said the top lady in this picture was super duper, not just on the picture box but also on the stage. Her name was Rue which I think all of us can say. So in honor of the super duper Dame McClanahan and in honor of all our great friendships, let's all give a big

ROO

Rest in peace, super duper lady,

Solemn Stellaluna

Wordless Wednesday

Truth, friends but there IS happy at the end!

It's been forever, friends. Mama's play thing (THAT I DIDN'T GET TO GO TO) went awesome.

But.

There have been some pretty big sads going on here, sads that I can't talk about. I'm helping Mama through but sometimes they get super bad, like now. So Mama is going to a few of her human vets this week to deal with her ickies. We also have peoples in our family that are seeing other human vets too.

So yeah, if anyone can send us some paw-rayers they would be greatly appreciated.

NOW FOR THE HAPPIES!

My Aunty and Uncle are on the Petfinder hunt for a puppy cuzin for me. I, of course, have been offering suggestions. They tried for one but he already had a forever home so the search continues.

Mama just got an email from a local service dog training group in our area to find out about volunteering. Two of their doggies were in Annie with Mama a few years ago, whatever that is. Anyway, Mama is super excited because rumor has it they give regular lessons and have an agility course. I hope this means treats.

And last but not least, Nanny gave me the bestest treat seen in the picture above. We had some ice freeze in an ice berg size cube so she put it in the water bowl. How kind of her to give it to me but also made it a game by making me fish it out of the water bowl. BOL

Sunday Mevening Post Vol. 2

Let's jump right in shall we? This post is HUGE and there are a lot of pictures. There are not enough pictures of me, but then there never are.

Paw-rayer Requests

mr digby has been up and down. Please go and give him and his family some love.

Twinkie's sisters both have some yucks going on. Frankie has an inflamed lymph node. Linguini strained/sprained her right front leggy and one of her fatty tumors has grown quite a bit. Mama says the big thing is that last part though she did mention that Grandma had a doggie by the name of Sassy a long time ago. She was a Dalmatian like Linguini and got those fatty tumor things all the time so maybe it's that breed or something?

Aunty J and cuzin Lucy. They live in TN where the flooding is. Anyway, give 'em your paws if we be friends!

Weekly Construction

This week I did some more fantastic bowl chewing though sadly Mama is too lazy to get off the couch and take pictures of my handiwork. Lame.

I also chomped my toofers into my tags some more. Reason why there are no pictures? See above. Lame again.

The biggest construction, I wasn't allowed to assist in and it gave me fits. Mama and Nanny were spreading mulch in our side yard where DOGS DON'T GO. It's outside of the fence and that is srsly not cool. So sayeth the Mama. Anywho, in the picture there is indeed old carpeting in said side yard. Why might you ask? I mean that was high on my HDAR (Hound Dogs Against Redneckdom) list. Really humans? Carpet in the yard? Carpet that is upside down no less. *sigh* I have so much to teach them. But apparently it's there to keep out the evil Knotweed.

Japanese Knotweed to be exact. Now I'm a shade confuzzled as Canada Geese are not necessarily Canadian Geese (as in, their citizenship is not necessarily Canadian.) Shouldn't this yucky stuff therefore be Japan Knotweed? These are the things that keep me up at night.

Adventures of the Week

Alright peeps. Let me set one thing straight. Adventures have been few and far between this week.

I mean first we had Oz and his "getting grounded for trying to kill a baby bunny which made Mama almost lose her brain parts" situation.

Then there is that stupid non-Stella job (for now) and stupid play that Stella hasn't got to visit in WEEKS. I mean, PLAY says it all. I should be the queen of the PLAY. Yeah, I said it.

And, and! The working in the front yard so that I have to try and squeeze through the tiny (likely baby bunny sized) hole at the bottom of the gate. So. Not. Cool.

Whatever. I chewed her shoes. That'll show that dang Mama.

Not ghosties! Just smoke from the bbq!

Oh and one more bit of outrage. Mama made this today and I got NONE. ZIP. ZILCH. They nommed those bbq ribs and mashed taters with bacon and garlic and cheese in em and I got NOTHING. Okay, I got kibble but next to that? NOTHINGGGGGGG.

OUTRAGE.

Extra Special Entertainment Report

Oz here. Still sort of grounded. Totes unfair. At least Mom is letting me blog finally. Except she's not letting me blog about my shows. She's just letting me blog about future blogging. And being sort of grounded. Like Stell said. Outrage.

Other News

Attention Mr. Stupid Man that left the green SUV on 45th Street between 7th and 8th basically touching Times Square. I do not think you're cool. Mama doesn't think you're cool. And I bet for dang sure even though Al!ce R!pley is smiling, Al!ce R!pley surely doesn't think you're cool.

See that alley thing you walked through? Shoe-Berts er whatevs... That just happens to be right where Al!ce R!pley does *HER* play thing.

And you wanna talk about a PLAY QUEEN. She's like even more about PLAY than *I* am. You're srsly lucky she didn't peg you with her TONY Award. Or her TONY award speech.

Photo: Anita and Steve Shevett

Stupid Green SUV Man.

But back to *ME* thinking you're not cool. This is what I did to my my horsey when he lied. First he told me he won the Pennsyltucky Derby and I was all WOOOOOO! Let's pose with flowers!


And then, Mr. Stupid Green SUV Man, then I found out he didn't win. I found out there's no such thing as the Pennsyltucky Derby. So I did this to him:

And you should see what I can do to plastic bowls.

Stupid Green SUV Man.

Awards

So I wasn't expecting to get all kinds of new pals just for giving Toby and his Raiser my little ole award. It sure made me wiggle, so hi to all of you!

To revisit GABE for a sec, Muskateers and Brutus & Yoda you guys are good to go! Piappes I still need an address and Buddy Dawg did you get Mama's email? She needs pics and suchly of you for your Mom's pressie! Toby's Raiser gets the same kind of pressie which Mama will be working on tomorrow. She is srsly excited.

That being said. Pressie probs won't go out for two weeks. Mama said something about payday and I'm like DUH! I know that's your fave candy bar. Silly Mama.

PSAs (Pup Service Announcements)

Hear ye, hear ye! Being that there are six gazillion Stellas out there, I shall hence forth be known by my longer name, Stellaluna aka STELLALUNA SHELIA aka Spaz aka Evil Knievel aka whatever else happens to spew from Mama's mouth including the names of my sissies or the kitties.

Also, this month also happens to be Mental Health Awareness Month. Mama has teh crazies and she's gonna talk about it, trust.

It's a Major Award!

Hey pals! So as you can see, the past few days have srsly wiped me out! We were supposed to give that very special award Monday night but then my feline brother Oz decided to nearly give Mama a nervous break down. Let's break it down with key words: Oz the Hunter, kitchen, mole? camera, BABY BUNNY, HOPPING, kitty cage, neosporin, grass, water, next day, more grass, more water, Rainbow Bridge.


Oz was supposed to begin his entertainment reviews this week but he's been a shade grounded. Even though Mama knows it's the natural order of things the death of the baby bunny made her kind of sad. It's one thing when they leave presents when they're already dead; It's something else entirely to see a baby bunny trying to hop away to save his own life. Mama also knows Ozzie was doing that kitty provider thing that they do. He's the sweetest kitty we have. Still, it's sad.


In more fun news, this is my latest addition to my jangley tag collection. Of course I've claimed it as mine with some nice toofer marks.

And now what everyone has been waiting for:
A Major Award
So during GABE, Mama and I had this brilliant (or so we think) idea for a very special award. It's not one of those pass around award thingys. It's just going to be something I give out every once in awhile.

I think all of us at some point or another became acquainted with one Mr. Toby and his Raiser. Toby and his Raiser happened to be my first followers. As we all know, Toby has gone off to college. I know speaking for myself and Mama we have both been changed For Good thanks to Toby, his Raiser and their blog.

With all that being said, may I present the very first For Good Award to TOBY'S LIFE... AS A GUIDE DOG IN TRAINING

Mama and I decided when we give this very special award it will come with a pressie for the fur-friend and one of Mama's framed scrapbook things like what Buddy Dawg won during our GABE giveaway. Winners will need to provide a snail mail address as well as three digital pictures (the higher resolution the better) and your favorite colors, themes, etc (ex. pink & green, plaid.) Said info should be emailed to pastyjen (you know what goes here) msn (you know what else) com

Since Toby is off at college, we can't send him a pressie so instead we're sending some loving paw-rayers his way as well as to Toby's Raiser. (She'll of course get her pressie! Maybe we'll send something for the new puppy. Hmm...) Toby is going to kick-tail at whatever he ends up doing and his Raiser is going to do amazing job on yet another fabulous service dog in training. Way to go, you two. Thank you for changing us all For Good.

Mama promises a future post on the details of the origin of the award though we are rather curious if anyone recognizes where the idea sprung from. *wiggles*

All my best to my wonderful friends, furry and otherwise

-Stellaluna Shelia

Sunday Mevening Post

Sunday Mevening Post

Welcome to the first edition of the Sunday Mevening Post. In theory Mama will be posting these every Sunday sometime between morning and evening hence Mevening. You'll note the today's edition is a day late. Me thinks this does not bode well this appearing every Sunday.


At any rate, grab a chewy, kick back and get to reading!

Paw-rayer Requests

Please visit mr. digby, his brother and their peeps. The Booker Man probs sent you all over with us but just in case... My paws are together so tightly. Since mr. digby is in France I'm going to call Mummy and ask her to say some paw-rayers in French. Maybe that will help?
Please also send some love to the Peppy Sheppys and Otis (the POTUS) at dogblog. Their gramps is having some sickies as is their pal Sophie. Plus, Otis had to have some toofers pulled and some root canals! I did some root canaling yesterday, at least I think. If it involves digging deep in the ground and chewing on roots then I *definitely* was doin' some root canal work. More on that later.

Weekly Construction

I advised Mama that keeping an old recliner on the deck (even if it is protected from the rain and very few people can see it) is extremely redneck. Like a lot. So to express my outrage and in solidarity with HDAR (Hound Dogs Against Redneckdom) I made an attempt to dispose of said recliner. Mama strategically placed a bowl I chewed for my Mr.Riley. *blush* But yes, outrage and solidarity, HDAR I do this for you!

Full disclosure, I am the CEO, CIO, CFO, President and sole member of HDAR.

I also assisted Mama in the removal of this fence post. As I may have mentioned before, Mama and Nanny have been in the market for a new fence. Mama wanted a schmancy stockade privacy fence but Nanny overruled her because of the price. That being said Mama and I had a quick chat with one of our neighbors about whether a particular tree was on his property line or ours and in the process he offered us a barely used chain link fence for FREE! He just bought and demolished a blighted house (no clue what that means) next to his house and he was looking to get rid of the fence. 2/3 of it was already taken down and rolled up. After very little work the rest of it, it is down and waiting in our backyard for the right weather.

Adventures of the Week

This first one was a little over a week ago but it counts. A girl doesn't huggle and tell but if you all have as good as a time at Date Night as Mr.Riley and me, well then you had a super fun time! Thanks again to Twix and her Mom!

It was right around that time (don't remember what day; my head was spinning from Date Night) Mama and I took another walk in the cemetery. This is the creepy part; the only part that gives Mama the heebie jeebies. She thinks maybe it's because you can still see the ruts in the hill from where the carriages would drive through but those don't bug her in other cemeteries so... I might add, those other cemeteries I have yet to visit. *pout* At any rate, I took this opportunity to sniff voraciously, pretend I was a bird dog and pay my respects to some Civil War Veterans.

Mama is a volunteer photographer for Find A Grave, this super cool site that has pictures (or in some case just text memorials) of gazillions of graves. From celebrities to your (human) great great grandfather, this place has them. And if it doesn't volunteers like Mama can go out and get whatever picture you need. It's really pawesome for people who have moved or live far away but still want to pay their respects to the dearly departed. Mama also uses it when she is doing Human Pedigrees (Mama sez: Family Trees, Stella. Family Trees.) especially for verifying service in the old wars because a lot of times the names were spelled differently on every record way back when.

Extra Special Entertainment Report

Beginning this week, I wil be allowing my feline brother and BFF some bloggy time so that he may report on Nurse Jackie, The United States of Tara, Glee and Grey's Anatomy. Mama has instructed him to put this stuff in the title so that A. if you have no interest in that particular stuff on the picture box or B. you do have interest but don't want it spoiled!

Awards

The Booker Man was oh so kind to give me this award:

I'm not sure who hasn't recieved this one yet so I hereby tag everyone reading who hasn't recieved it yet! When you post it, you must tell us all 10 things that make you happy just like I'm about to do now!

1. My morning playfests with my BFF Ozzie

2. Zoomies

3. Chewing. Everything.

4. Walkies with Mama at the cemetery

5. FOOD! (Both wet and dry but not people food! I have no taste for it no matter how many times Grandma has tried to sneak me stuff and Mama has told her not to. I have enjoyed the occasional french fry though.)

6. Trying to get Sarah to play

7. Stealing toys from my sissies

8. Naps

9. Lying in the yard chewing on something whether it be pouring down rain or super sunshine.

10. Snuggling with Mama but only when I'm not wound up

Now, I had mentioned before that I would be giving out a very special award inspired by GABE, all my new friends and the coolness of how giving everyone is. I'm going to be posting that separately later tonight. (After her play thing so it'll be awhile!)

Signing Off

-Stella the reporter

There's nothing like waking up to the sound of a cat vomiting

So sayeth the Mama.

Yo pups, kitties, humans et al! (I would swear that Mummy told me that she makes tea in an et al but Mama said it's some writer-y thing. Since I'm a writer I thought I should use it. Still gonna call Mummy later and double check.)

Annnnnnnyway. Mama has said some of the strangest things this morning including:

• Emmy go away. (She said this *repeatedly* because Emmy, the diabetic cat, wanted his breakfast early. As in like 6 am early. More on this later)


• There's nothing like waking up to the sound of a cat vomiting. Yes, she actually said this out loud. Well, not loud but grumbly.


• Oh Maddie! Does your leg hurt? Maddie hurted her leg like forever ago and sometimes the cold makes it ouchie.


• Stella, get Oz! She was trying to keep me from playing with my sissy Sarah. Sarah is not a morning doggie. Of course she's not exactly a day or night doggie either. She's a tad grumbly most of the time.


• Maddie! Leave Stella alone! Mama gave me this thingy that I have to play with that gives me treats, well kibble. Maddie wanted it all for herself so Mama put me in my den with it. It was all MIIIIINE!!!


• Emmy, so help me god, if you eat that dog food I'm going to barbeque you for dinner. Diabetic kitty + dog food = No bueno


• It's only 101. Grandma had a fever of 102 last night but since she was lewcid and reading and just her normal crabby self Nanny and Mama decided to wait and see how she was this morning. It's down a degree but since it's morning and all and Grandma has See Oh Pee Dee and Congestive Ticker Failure, she's gotta go to the human VET.

All this being said, Mama is *not* a morning person. She is theatahh person. Theatre people are *not* morning people. Unless of course they're still up from the night before. But then it's still night according to them... Or something like that?

Anyway, it's time for a snooze. More on the very important award announcement later.

Peace out!

-Stella

GABE WINNERS!!!

Alright, my furry friends, the time has come. Mama is a sleeeeeeeepy human and is refusing to make the announcement post lengthy. But trust, kickin posts are a comin'. And yes I said post*S* cuz of the ridiculously involved process Mama went through when drawing the winners. What can I say? She's nuts. *wiggle*

As a reminder, the three runner-ups will recieve super seekrit surprises from MEEEEEE. The Grand Prize Winner will recieve the nifty photo thingy as well as super seekrit surprises. And lastly, although I promised four prizes, there is actually a fifth one I have decided to bestow. But I'm keeping that one a seekrit until tomorrow night!

Pictures will be posted but not until after the winners get their stuff in the mailboxy things. So without further ado, I give you the winners:

Runner-ups (or is it Runners-up? Mama is too lazy to Google it. *eyeroll*)
Yoda & Brutus
The Musketeers
Piappies World

And the Grand Prize Winner is...

Buddy Dawg

Congratulations to all the winners!!! Mama will be commenting on all the winners bloggies but you are one and happen to see (or in Buddy's case, hear!) that you are a winner, have your human bark at Mama at pastyjen AT msn DOT com.

Okay, rest I must! *snuggles*

-Stella the super sleepy

GABE results coming tonight!!!

So peeps, I'm late on GABE amongst other fun stuff I wanna flail about. (I love all the new words Mama is teaching me!) But yes, GABE results coming soon!

*kissie wiggles*

-Stella with the slacker Mama!

S-H-O-T

Oh yes. Here it is Date Night with my handsome Mr Riley and what did Mama make me do today? Get a rabies shot. The audacity. (See? I know some big word stuffs!)

This is posting a bit late but I did spend the afternoon anxiously getting ready. Mama is allowing me to hide my rabies tag during my date for the simple fact that I'm not too keen on it yet. I mean I don't hate it but it is kind of weird.


If I can just get ahold of it, I can get it off.


Sorry Ma. A puppy barking on Animal Planet distracted me.


Okay fine. I'll pose. But then I'm going right back to trying to figure out what this clinky clanky thing on my neck is.

The worst part is Mama said Nanny has my regular license in her purse (or was it hearse? *eyeroll* That's a line in Mama's play) and Mama ordered me a special one with my name and our phone number and REWARD on it. I wonder if that means I get a treat for wearing it. Hmm...

-Puzzled Stella

A HUGE ramble and my first walk in the woods

Hi my furry (and non-furry) friends! Boy, has it been a week. Mama has had lots to do so I've been hanging mostly with Grandma and Nanny. Soon Mama will be taking me to the play thingy she's working on; she just wants to make sure I'm fully vetted. As I've mentioned before, she hopes some day to let me join her at work but that one is a long way off even if we get there.

I may have mentioned before (and I may let Mama talk for herself about it at some point) but Mama is a Peer Support Specialist. It sounds confusing to some but I DO understand because she's explained it to me. Mama helps people who have sads and people who get nervous being around other people and people who get stressed out. She helps all kinds of people. And the reason she's REALLY good at what she does is because she's had the major sads for almost her whole life. She's also one of those humans who are like doggies to squirrels. If she doesn't take her one special treat (Mama interjection: Pill, Stella. Pill. Thankfully I don't need cheese or peanutbutter to take them.) Mama gets more distracted than me!

Sometimes though helping other people and doing her play and dealing with grandma (who has some major sickies; we'll talk about those another day) and dealing with just everything it makes the sads come back. Sometimes it happens really fast and she feels like she can't breathe! Mama says she's very lucky because I'm starting to sense when she isn't feeling well and am more likely to cuddle than want to play. She's had a couple of the fast hitting ones this week and let me tell you it's pretty scary. Normally she can tell when they're coming but this week has been different. She's trying to figure it out but sometimes there's just no knowing what causes them. But again, I'm trying very hard to learn and help her through.

A few days ago, Nanny came in to our room to say bye-byes because she was leaving for work and I was sleeping above Mama's head! Like back paws on one side, front paws on the other and my belly right on top of her head! She and Nanny had a good laugh at that one but sadly no picture was obtained. But hey! I was helping! Mama had had one of those bad ones the night before and she said the sads happen in her head so I figured I'd soothe her brain-parts with my soft little belly!

Anyway, Mama is doing better than she was. She's even said that there must be something weird in the air because some of Mama's IRL friends and other bloggy folks have mentioned having sads or someone being sickie. For example Lola's daddy. Lola is an amahzing nurse but please put your paws together and say some prayers for Lola's family along with all those other bloggers and humans who aren't feeling so hot.


That being said, here's some happy:
-The puppies over at Lab Tails are growing and looking cuter by the minute! Since I have a bit of a Labbie look, Mama wonders if I might have looked like them when I was tiny!
-Marge (also known as MY HERO) and her Mama Sam did some agility class this week and Sam was kind enough to post a video. It made my Mama smile like WHOA. Personally, I just want to be as good at agility as Marge is when I grow up! (Also, Sam posted some amazing and profound (Mama's words, not mine) about her life with horses. Mama only made it through the first post about it so far because she figures she'll end up bawling but she's definitely going to read it soon. If you haven't, make sure and read them. Sam is a kick butt writer.)
-Twinkie Van Twinkerson had a lovely advice post that almost made Mama piddle she laughed so hard. Truth be told, I thought she'd finally gone off her rocker.
-And last but not least, one of the oddest websites Mama has ever seen. Mummy (the Canadian, eh) has a rather... odd sense of humor and found said site quite funny. If Mama remembers correctly there may be some crudeness so be warned! I present Unrelated Captions. It's a format similar to lolcats and loldogs etc. but as implied it is pictures with ENTIRELY unrelated captions.


And now what you all have been waiting for: PICTURES OF MEEEEEEEE! Don't worry. I'll forgive you if you skipped the ramble just to she my gorgeous mug :) A few days ago when I needed to burn some energy Mama took me up to the cemetery and surprised me with a walk up in to the woods. Man, was that cool. Plus I had my new flexi leash on and she just let me sniff and explore. It was really nice for both of us.

Sniffin'


More sniffin'


Was there something you wanted?


Chilling in the grass back down in the cemetery. Sniffin' is hard work!


Deep thoughts by Stellaluna Shelia

Last but not least:
DON'T FORGET TO ENTER MY GABE GIVEAWAY!!!

Peace out!

-Stella the Shrink

Something's in the air and pictures not for those with a weak stomach

Hi, friends! First and foremost if you haven't entered my GABE giveaway, make sure you do!

Secondly, Riley frome the boodee boodah tribe has asked me out on a date!! I'm very excited. Riles, I'm thinking you, me and the Date Night Twix is hosting. Sound good?

Thirdly, Sam (aka Marge's mom) asked for more pictures of my adorable mug. Sadly, what is to come is a shade gruesome but they're still pics of little old me!

And last but not least a grodie story with even grodier pictures! You have been warned!!!

Mama said it best when she called her cuz-in Ouiser and said:
"These are two good reasons to have indoor cats and two toddlers as opposed to five indoor/outdoor cats and an almost four month old puppy. Indoor cats don't leave a freshly killed robin at the back door and toddlers don't suddenly decide they're bird dogs."

That's right ladies and gents, yours truly has decided this dead bird thing is pretty cool. I didn't notice it right away while the door was still shut. Mama said, "Oh my dog" or something to that effect and then of course ran for her cameras (both regular digital and cellophone.) I mean that's what an normal human would do, right? After sufficient pictures had been obtained Mama opened the door and I ran out to potty when what before my wondering eyes should appear but a fuzzy dead bird! I gave it a good long sniff. It was delightful! At that point Mama said, "Stellaaa?" I turned and smiled, grabbed the birdie and off I went! Mama of course was running after me. It was a fun game! Out came the digital camera again and Mama snapped some action shots.

I'm going to leave some space in case you don't want to see the yuck.

















Peace out!!

-Stella