tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31183128925468433512024-03-13T10:04:43.466-04:00Therapy Has Gone To The DogsPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-87522697162562532482013-09-02T01:05:00.000-04:002013-09-02T01:05:24.903-04:00Make room for Mr HandsomeSissy Stell told me about this cool blog thing so I decided to check it out. I thought it would be for geeks but it's really cool!<br />
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So I hijacked it.<br />
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Soon, pretty puppies and your adorable hoomans. Soon, you will hear how I can to live here and why.<br />
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Here's a picture to tide you over.<br />
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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!<br />
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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 :)PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-27093615406324048492010-07-27T15:24:00.000-04:002010-07-27T15:24:18.984-04:00Guess whose Mama got a new flashy beast?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TE8yO84xMBI/AAAAAAAAANc/U5q1VT676EE/s1600/7-27-10A+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TE8yO84xMBI/AAAAAAAAANc/U5q1VT676EE/s400/7-27-10A+002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">MINE!!!</div>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-44667657765198534412010-07-11T19:11:00.000-04:002010-07-11T19:11:24.747-04:00I haz teh smartz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TDpNGUOUS_I/AAAAAAAAANU/cWW7tVPLNhU/s1600/6-5-10+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TDpNGUOUS_I/AAAAAAAAANU/cWW7tVPLNhU/s320/6-5-10+019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Alright peeps. This is serious business, or so sayeth the Mama.<br />
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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.<br />
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I was overjoyed.<br />
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I learned quickly how to squirm under the pawesome four foot high fence.<br />
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I have tried explaining to Mama at length that I do this strictly to show my sheer graditution for this new puzzle for me.<br />
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Apparently she does not speak dog as well as I thought she did.<br />
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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.<br />
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Begging you!<br />
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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.PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-22289737718121347852010-07-06T19:29:00.001-04:002010-07-06T20:42:23.110-04:00EMERGENCY!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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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.<br />
Come on all you doggy mommies and daddies. Let's get this girl and her babies saved.<br />
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<em>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. </em><br />
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<em>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.</em><br />
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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. <br />
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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!<br />
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This is the petition written on her behalf by the volunteers and kennel workers who love Lily:<br />
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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!!!!!!<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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(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.<br /><br />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<br /><br />I have her trained well.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAhBI81b5RI/AAAAAAAAALw/GG-uXfVgvdc/s1600/5-31-10+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478700568721220882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAhBI81b5RI/AAAAAAAAALw/GG-uXfVgvdc/s400/5-31-10+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>This is not a picture of my sick day.<br /></em></div><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br /><br />How are all of you?PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-24594594129568116952010-06-03T18:53:00.001-04:002010-06-03T19:03:43.338-04:00Thank you for being a friend<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAgykBi5SrI/AAAAAAAAALg/dTAdgZKRBqc/s1600/goldengirls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478684541167684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAgykBi5SrI/AAAAAAAAALg/dTAdgZKRBqc/s400/goldengirls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><i><span style="font-size:85%;">And then there was one...</span></i> </div><div align="left"><br />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<br /></div><center> </center><center><span style="font-size:180%;">ROO</span></center><center><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </center><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Rest in peace, super duper lady,</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> Solemn Stellaluna</div>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-52723679590980604522010-06-02T16:52:00.000-04:002010-06-02T16:56:58.374-04:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAbFPh4YqyI/AAAAAAAAALY/E1j52wtF6RA/s1600/5-31-10+013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/TAbFPh4YqyI/AAAAAAAAALY/E1j52wtF6RA/s400/5-31-10+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478282867326364450" /></a>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-55650033377231702832010-05-25T00:59:00.000-04:002010-05-25T01:28:42.205-04:00Truth, friends but there IS happy at the end!<div><strong></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S_tazcsZO9I/AAAAAAAAALI/T-AHvhgGrMk/s1600/icecubes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475069611921193938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S_tazcsZO9I/AAAAAAAAALI/T-AHvhgGrMk/s400/icecubes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been forever, friends. Mama's play thing (THAT I DIDN'T GET TO GO TO) went awesome.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So yeah, if anyone can send us some paw-rayers they would be greatly appreciated.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>NOW FOR THE HAPPIES!</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="left">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.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">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 <em>Annie</em> 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.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">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</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S_tfqZuUfZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FterlunyZOk/s1600/bol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475074954063281554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S_tfqZuUfZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FterlunyZOk/s400/bol.jpg" border="0" /></a>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-27720534432597234872010-05-02T20:10:00.000-04:002010-05-03T00:49:36.509-04:00Sunday Mevening Post Vol. 2<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95SHTQFfhI/AAAAAAAAALA/tK-UOYiMMwI/s1600/5-2-10+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466897283054665234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95SHTQFfhI/AAAAAAAAALA/tK-UOYiMMwI/s400/5-2-10+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">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.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;">Paw-rayer Requests</span></u></strong><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><a href="http://wilfanddigby.blogspot.com/">mr digby</a> has been up and down. Please go and give him and his family some love.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><a href="http://twinkietinydog.blogspot.com/">Twinkie's</a> 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? </span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Aunty J and cuzin Lucy. They live in TN where the flooding is. Anyway, give 'em your paws if we be friends!</span></div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;">Weekly Construction</span></u></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I also chomped my toofers into my tags some more. Reason why there are no pictures? See above. Lame again.</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872173913323314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S947RwaSNzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_wxv1gpLoCI/s400/5-2-10+023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_knotweed">Knotweed</a>.</span></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S947Z5bvV1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Aj86YO8Sqns/s1600/knotweed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872313774298962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S947Z5bvV1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Aj86YO8Sqns/s400/knotweed.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:courier new;">Adventures of the Week</span></u></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Alright peeps. Let me set one thing straight. Adventures have been few and far between this week. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">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.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpiDX40AkPY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpiDX40AkPY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Whatever. I chewed her shoes. That'll show that dang Mama.</span></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S94766d0MGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8xzfRPOdVQY/s1600/5-2-10+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872880987123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S94766d0MGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8xzfRPOdVQY/s400/5-2-10+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">Not ghosties! Just smoke from the bbq!</span></em><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">OUTRAGE.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><u>Extra Special Entertainment Report</u></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><u>Other News</u></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Attention <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/03/nyregion/03timessquare.html">Mr. Stupid Man</a> 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.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466885870957754642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95HvB4J-RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XDsPZgN7ZY/s400/aliceripley.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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. </span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466888577639219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95KMlDTgaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/osuPZr3o5XE/s400/booth-theatre.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890323160567394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95LyLoBjmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_VLvYjQzGRA/s400/b_wcalice_shevett.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>Photo: Anita and Steve Shevett</i> </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Stupid Green SUV Man.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S94_7PPTH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rXpD18lKew0/s1600/5-2-10+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877284609892242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S94_7PPTH5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rXpD18lKew0/s400/5-2-10+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />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:</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95AoRMjM4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pzsQjhZOztE/s1600/5-2-10+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466878058229347202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95AoRMjM4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pzsQjhZOztE/s400/5-2-10+025.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And you should see what I can do to plastic bowls.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Stupid Green SUV Man.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><u>Awards</u></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;">PSAs (Pup Service Announcements)</span></u></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></u></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466894404595218178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95PfwJ39wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H5y8RrNsWMg/s400/5-2-10+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466896666377947954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S95RjZ85izI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LP50N9iRP-8/s400/overmedicates1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Also, this month also happens to be Mental Health Awareness Month. Mama has teh crazies and she's gonna talk about it, trust.</span></div><div align="left"> </div></div>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-38364533211030520862010-04-28T23:04:00.001-04:002010-04-29T00:40:54.489-04:00It's a Major Award!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j58v6jleI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mknJa9mUWu0/s1600/4-28-10+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465392969863632354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j58v6jleI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mknJa9mUWu0/s400/4-28-10+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j5aCrfBMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vfJQx8AZxyQ/s1600/4-28-10+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465392373605270722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j5aCrfBMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vfJQx8AZxyQ/s400/4-28-10+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j5mYrjAFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Jz-G5csr4LE/s1600/Top.BMP"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465392585669541970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j5mYrjAFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Jz-G5csr4LE/s400/Top.BMP" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><strong><center>And now what everyone has been waiting for:<br />A Major Award</center></strong><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><div align="center"><br />With all that being said, may I present the very first For Good Award to <a href="http://guidedogawareness.blogspot.com/">TOBY'S LIFE... AS A GUIDE DOG IN TRAINING</a><br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j_RivArfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZA2JXseWRr0/s1600/fgawardd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465398824660938226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9j_RivArfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZA2JXseWRr0/s400/fgawardd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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 <a href="http://buddydawg.blogspot.com/">Buddy Dawg</a> 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<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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*<br /><br />All my best to my wonderful friends, furry and otherwise<br /><br />-Stellaluna SheliaPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-10389141272815706832010-04-25T09:36:00.000-04:002010-04-26T17:00:14.498-04:00Sunday Mevening Post<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong><u>Sunday Mevening Post</u></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /></div></span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />At any rate, grab a chewy, kick back and get to reading!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;">Paw-rayer Requests</span></u></strong><strong><u> </u></strong></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Please visit </span><a href="http://wilfanddigby.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:courier new;">mr. digby</span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">, his brother and their peeps. </span><a href="http://thebookerman.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The Booker Man </span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">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?<br />Please also send some love to the Peppy Sheppys and Otis (the POTUS) at </span><a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:courier new;">dogblog</span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">. 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.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><u>Weekly Construction</u></strong></span></span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RSSKDnzEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jLT2MHa7ES4/s1600/4-24-10+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464082719797922882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RSSKDnzEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jLT2MHa7ES4/s400/4-24-10+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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 <a href="http://boodeeboodahs.blogspot.com/">Mr.Riley</a>. *blush* But yes, outrage and solidarity, HDAR I do this for you! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>Full disclosure, I am the CEO, CIO, CFO, President and sole member of HDAR.</em></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RUEpsU53I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ViyOziUBLw8/s1600/4-24-10+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464084686795237234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RUEpsU53I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ViyOziUBLw8/s400/4-24-10+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RTvX_hfgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RLCeR_YVYqU/s1600/4-24-10+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464084321266662914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9RTvX_hfgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RLCeR_YVYqU/s400/4-24-10+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">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.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><u><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Adventures of the Week</span></u></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Thd6FfbPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uK1Il26P9sg/s1600/stella_riley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464240151831997682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Thd6FfbPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uK1Il26P9sg/s400/stella_riley.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">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!</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9R0OfcsGdI/AAAAAAAAAII/kKMsJh4gtSQ/s1600/4-18-10+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464120040216074706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9R0OfcsGdI/AAAAAAAAAII/kKMsJh4gtSQ/s400/4-18-10+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Rzvxvy3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gzzyakVAhWE/s1600/4-18-10+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464119512552103314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Rzvxvy3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gzzyakVAhWE/s400/4-18-10+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Rybrmx2HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ta-jRDIPGgU/s1600/4-18-10+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464118067794663538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9Rybrmx2HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ta-jRDIPGgU/s400/4-18-10+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Mama is a volunteer photographer for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find A Grave</a>, 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. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Extra Special Entertainment Report</span></u></strong></div><br /><div><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></u></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Awards</span></u></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9X618nrbnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xr4yRhhTAxs/s1600/happy101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464549527596527218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9X618nrbnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xr4yRhhTAxs/s400/happy101.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The Booker Man was oh so kind to give me this award:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">1. My morning playfests with my BFF Ozzie</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">2. Zoomies</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">3. Chewing. Everything.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">4. Walkies with Mama at the cemetery</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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.)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">6. Trying to get Sarah to play</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">7. Stealing toys from my sissies</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">8. Naps</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">9. Lying in the yard chewing on something whether it be pouring down rain or super sunshine.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">10. Snuggling with Mama but only when I'm not wound up</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">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!)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Signing Off</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">-Stella the reporter</span></div></div></div>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-7206472178494158772010-04-22T07:13:00.000-04:002010-04-22T08:21:00.169-04:00There's nothing like waking up to the sound of a cat vomiting<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9A-tkTv7NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dIGT1wT6KpA/s1600/4-18-10+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462935300561956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S9A-tkTv7NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dIGT1wT6KpA/s400/4-18-10+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So sayeth the Mama.<br /><br />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.)<br /><br />Annnnnnnyway. Mama has said some of the strangest things this morning including:</div><br /><ul><br /><li><em>Emmy go away.</em> (She said this *repeatedly* because Emmy, the diabetic cat, wanted his breakfast early. As in like 6 am early. More on this later)</li><br /><li><em>There's nothing like waking up to the sound of a cat vomiting.</em> Yes, she actually said this out loud. Well, not loud but grumbly.</li><br /><li><em>Oh Maddie! Does your leg hurt?</em> Maddie hurted her leg like forever ago and sometimes the cold makes it ouchie.</li><br /><li><em>Stella, get Oz!</em> 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.</li><br /><li><em>Maddie! Leave Stella alone!</em> 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!!!</li><br /><li><em>Emmy, so help me god, if you eat that dog food I'm going to barbeque you for dinner.</em> Diabetic kitty + dog food = No bueno</li><br /><li><em>It's only 101.</em> 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. </li></ul><br /><p>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?</p><br /><p>Anyway, it's time for a snooze. More on the very important award announcement later.</p><br /><p>Peace out!</p><br /><p>-Stella</p>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-1667382917311050962010-04-22T00:51:00.000-04:002010-04-22T01:35:12.859-04:00GABE WINNERS!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8_XaxLOoKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1_RI5h2GLt8/s1600/4-21-10+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8_XaxLOoKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1_RI5h2GLt8/s400/4-21-10+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462821727900704930" /></a><br />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*<br /><br /> 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! <br /><br /> 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:<br /><br /><center><b>Runner-ups (or is it Runners-up? Mama is too lazy to Google it. *eyeroll*)</b><br /><a href="http://thepugsstrikeback.blogspot.com/">Yoda & Brutus</a><br /><a href="http://ladyzenasdiary.blogspot.com/">The Musketeers</a><br /><a href="http://piappies.blogspot.com/">Piappies World</a><br /><br /><b>And the Grand Prize Winner is...</b><br /><br /><a href="http://buddydawg.blogspot.com/">Buddy Dawg</a></center><br /><br />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.<br /><br />Okay, rest I must! *snuggles*<br /><br />-Stella the super sleepyPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-29306040940603814862010-04-21T21:28:00.000-04:002010-04-21T21:35:28.628-04:00GABE 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!<br /><br />*kissie wiggles*<br /><br />-Stella with the slacker Mama!PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-84885863919974558312010-04-17T23:05:00.000-04:002010-04-18T00:19:12.305-04:00S-H-O-TOh yes. Here it is <a href="http://www.awienerdogblog.blogspot.com/">Date Night</a> with my handsome <a href="http://boodeeboodahs.blogspot.com/">Mr Riley</a> and what did Mama make me do today? Get a rabies shot. The audacity. (See? I know some big word stuffs!)<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p7DMSxGRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ywZ_s7Zdff4/s1600/4-17-10+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p7DMSxGRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ywZ_s7Zdff4/s400/4-17-10+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461312792909912338" /></a><br /><center><i>If I can just get ahold of it, I can get it off.</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p7vQfWIuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/841EUh4hc1w/s1600/4-17-10+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p7vQfWIuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/841EUh4hc1w/s400/4-17-10+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313549950657250" /></a><br /><center><i>Sorry Ma. A puppy barking on Animal Planet distracted me.</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p-sIiUPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M0u_QywKWyQ/s1600/4-17-10+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8p-sIiUPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M0u_QywKWyQ/s400/4-17-10+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461316794810908354" /></a><br /><center><i>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.</i></center><br /><br />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 <a href="http://pettags4less.com/">special one</a> with my name and our phone number and REWARD on it. I wonder if that means I get a treat for wearing it. Hmm...<br /><br />-Puzzled StellaPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-27417014195670773912010-04-16T13:51:00.000-04:002010-04-17T09:51:32.569-04:00A HUGE ramble and my first walk in the woodsHi 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. <br /><br /> 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! <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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!<br /><br /> 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 <a href="http://creekhiker.blogspot.com/">bloggy</a> <a href="http://guidedogawareness.blogspot.com/">folks</a> have mentioned having sads or someone being sickie. For example <a href="http://peidays.blogspot.com/">Lola</a>'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.<br /><br /><br /> That being said, here's some happy: <br /> -The puppies over at <a href="http://labtails.blogspot.com/">Lab Tails</a> 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!<br /> -<a href="http://margebl0g.blogspot.com/">Marge</a> (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.)<br /> -<a href="http://twinkietinydog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-twinkie_13.html">Twinkie Van Twinkerson</a> 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.<br /> -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 <a href="http://twinkietinydog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-twinkie_13.html">Unrelated Captions</a>. It's a format similar to <a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/">lolcats</a> and <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/">loldogs</a> etc. but as implied it is pictures with ENTIRELY unrelated captions.<br /><br /><br /> 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.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8muF9y4mXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/teu5wmh2154/s1600/4-15-10+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8muF9y4mXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/teu5wmh2154/s400/4-15-10+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461087440674003314" /></a><br /><center><i>Sniffin'</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8mtzQ3QEKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TOMz8gM0Fec/s1600/4-15-10+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8mtzQ3QEKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TOMz8gM0Fec/s400/4-15-10+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461087119375077538" /></a><br /><center><i>More sniffin'</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ila8KA1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mcvJiu7oAK0/s1600/4-15-10+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ila8KA1XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mcvJiu7oAK0/s400/4-15-10+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460796430430033266" /></a><br /><center><i>Was there something you wanted?</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ilIDTrabI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gqlEF9nR71I/s1600/4-15-10+017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ilIDTrabI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gqlEF9nR71I/s400/4-15-10+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460796105932106162" /></a><br /><center><i>Chilling in the grass back down in the cemetery. Sniffin' is hard work!</i></center><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ik0aEiIOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gmMxt5Xa9Rw/s1600/4-15-10+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S8ik0aEiIOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gmMxt5Xa9Rw/s400/4-15-10+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460795768445214946" /></a><br /><center><i>Deep thoughts by Stellaluna Shelia</i></center><br /><br />Last but not least:<br /><center><b>DON'T FORGET TO ENTER MY <a href="http://therapyhasgonetothedogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-gabe-post.html">GABE</a> GIVEAWAY!!!</b></center><br /><br />Peace out!<br /><br />-Stella the ShrinkPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-49572492536242545712010-04-09T18:32:00.000-04:002010-04-12T08:49:12.604-04:00Something's in the air and pictures not for those with a weak stomachHi, friends! First and foremost if you haven't entered my <a href="http://therapyhasgonetothedogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-gabe-post.html">GABE giveaway</a>, make sure you do! <br /><br /> Secondly, Riley frome <a href="http://boodeeboodahs.blogspot.com/">the boodee boodah tribe</a> has asked me out on a date!! I'm very excited. Riles, I'm thinking you, me and the <a href="http://awienerdogblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-night-info-and-update.html">Date Night</a> Twix is hosting. Sound good?<br /><br /> Thirdly, Sam (aka <a href="http://margebl0g.blogspot.com/">Marge</a>'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!<br /><br /> And last but not least a grodie story with even grodier pictures! You have been warned!!! <br /> <br /> Mama said it best when she called her cuz-in Ouiser and said:<br />"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."<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br /> I'm going to leave some space in case you don't want to see the yuck. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-sFMByMQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BroWlUoosYw/s1600/4-9-10-birdsongs+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-sFMByMQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BroWlUoosYw/s400/4-9-10-birdsongs+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458270478524363010" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-sVVnkDBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eIcn0_0qbWw/s1600/4-9-10-birdsongs+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-sVVnkDBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eIcn0_0qbWw/s400/4-9-10-birdsongs+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458270755976645650" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-stTvgXHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xYkyQ307wVA/s1600/4-9-10-birdsongs+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-stTvgXHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xYkyQ307wVA/s400/4-9-10-birdsongs+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458271167789948018" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-s-_4nJWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FqhAJ6QlXes/s1600/4-9-10-birdsongs+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-s-_4nJWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FqhAJ6QlXes/s400/4-9-10-birdsongs+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458271471697077602" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-tUtW023I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8wo6cszbcIw/s1600/4-9-10-birdsongs+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7-tUtW023I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8wo6cszbcIw/s400/4-9-10-birdsongs+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458271844680653682" /></a><br /><br />Peace out!!<br /><br />-StellaPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-50660120745000212182010-04-08T21:53:00.000-04:002010-04-09T00:01:30.715-04:00Dentastix and I got my first award!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76I0Iyts1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YqrO4M7wm6E/s1600/draculastella2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76I0Iyts1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YqrO4M7wm6E/s400/draculastella2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457950227714388818" /></a><br /><i>More on Stelula (Stella/Dracula) later!</i><br /><br />What a day, what a day! Today, Mama had to do non-Stella stuff for a little bit so before she left she took me up the hill to have a romp at the cemetery. It was tres cool! It was still a little foggy and it was warm. There were some older guy humans and a couple of big machines! Mama said they were digging but not like when I get bored and dig at the couch. We were far enough away that the only thing I really noticed was the digger thing and I barely looked at it once. Sadly the batteries in her camera were dead and she had left her cell phone in the car so no pic-ys.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76OHTFEjyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/18BrwpospBQ/s1600/4-8-10-dentastix3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76OHTFEjyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/18BrwpospBQ/s400/4-8-10-dentastix3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457956054451392290" /></a><br /><br />After dinner was the big fun! Mama picked up some Dentastix for me and my sissies. They were sooooo yummy. While we were chomping away, Mama went to <a href="http://www.pedigree.com/oralcare/">Dentastix website</a> and there was a thing that you could turn your own pictures into one of the denture wearin doggies from the TV commercial. There are several different sets of toofers including Dogcula. That made Mama want to get all creative and turn me into a vampire. (She says my teeth are as sharp as a vampire's!) So yes, the seemingly kindergarten drawing of me in a cape was made by my Mama. <a href="http://pedigree.com/oralcare/denture-your-dog.aspx?mId=35814864.2">Here</a> it is with the toofers.<br /><br />In other news, the fabulous Dory from <a href="http://dorysbackyard.blogspot.com/">Dory's Backyard</a> gave me MY FIRST AWARD!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76Qy3j2m4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6QX_trIaWps/s1600/fromdorysbackyard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S76Qy3j2m4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6QX_trIaWps/s400/fromdorysbackyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457959002001808258" /></a><br /><br />So now I have to tell you seven things about me and then tag seven furiends! I don't remember what all I've told everyone. I hope none of these are repeats!<br /><br />1. I learned to climb the baby gate Mama and Nanny keep across the stairs. Nanny was going up to change after work the other day and I wanted to help!<br />2. I have only barked three times other than only when I want Sarah & Maddie or the kitties to play.<br />3. In the right light the fur on my sides looks brown, almost brindle-y.<br />4. I get wild when I'm tired. I try and dig in the couch or get someone to play but I do it slower than normal. Mama usually puts me in my cage and I lie right down and fall asleep.<br />5. Mama had to make harness bigger today! I'm growing up!<br />6. The rain doesn't bother me at all. I'm content to just hang in the grass and chew on a bone or a toy if I've liberated any from the house.<br />7. Mama had to pry *candy* out of my mouth yesterday because Grandma wasn't paying attention and I *stole* it from her. Oops.<br /><br />I think all my new doggie friends have been tagged. I made the attempt to tag doggies who definitely haven't been tagged before. Mama has been reading dog blogs for about two and a half years and has suggested some of her favorites!<br /><br />1. <a href="http://cubbygoesdigital.blogspot.com/">Cubby Goes Digital</a> chronicles the strikingly handsome Boxer, Cubby and his sissy the beautiful black Lab, Dakota. They work with the <a href="http://www.savetheboxers.com/">Legacy Boxer Rescue</a>, a really kick-butt rescue based in Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas.<br />2. <a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/">Crooks and Crazies</a> Is actually a new one to Mama; she found them via Pippin's Gentle Blog (you'll see them later in the list.) They've got a whole passel of pooches over there including some border collies who herd SHEEP. Just like my doggie daddy!<br />3. <a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/">dogblog</a> This is one of the doggie blogs Mama has been reading the longest. The menagerie there includes Ethel & Oscar (the Peppy Sheppys) and Otis. <br />4. <a href="http://joestains.blogspot.com/">Joe Stains</a> Mr Stains blog is another one Mom said she has been reading forever. Mr Stain's can be ornery and gets cold just like my sissy Sarah! Sarah says I'm just like Mr Stain's brother Tanner because I'm doofus too! Um, Mama? What's a doofus?<br />5. <a href="http://labtails.blogspot.com/">Lab Tails</a> This bloggy has a seriously high cute alert on it. It's puppies times nine at Lab Tails right now, plus their regular five! The puppies' Grandma Joan (and her hubby!) are long time Lab lovers and facilitate (at most) one litter a year. They are beyond committed to the breed and their animals. Joan does an *amazing* job of chronicling all the details of whelping a litter and their first months of life.<br />6. <a href="http://patience-please.blogspot.com/">Patience Please</a> Mama first started reading this one right around the time that Patience was helping a severely starved doggie (first named Shelby; check for her in the tags!) Patience has a whole housefull of Whippets. They are super pretty. Also Patience is an author! (I love seeing how many doggie blog people have started writing books!) Mama said Patience hasn't updated in awhile so we're hoping maybe she'll come out of hiding!<br />7. <a href="http://pippinflyballdog.blogspot.com/">Pippin's Gentle Blog</a> Another bloggy with a ton o'doggies. This one is ALL Border Collies. My favorite is Rafe. I love his description of his favorite game, Pilla!<br /><br />Okay, I'm a tired pup. I'm gonna go raise heck.<br /><br />Peace out!<br /> Sleepy-StellaPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-56086030531523533432010-04-07T21:03:00.000-04:002010-04-07T22:07:00.839-04:00Furiends and Sissys and Toys OH MY!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S700tHKty9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/YN7uHxOkrYk/s1600/4-7-10+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457576273065659346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S700tHKty9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/YN7uHxOkrYk/s400/4-7-10+006.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><i>Mmmm, ice cubes!</i></div><br />Good golly I has lots of new furiends! And I'm up to 14 followers! I started with two. It's totes thrillifying. For reals.<br /><br />And no, I do not have a boyfriend. Yet. *wiggle* So how many boyfriends can I have? I'm srsly confuzzled. Cuz I mean there are sooooo many cute boys commenting here. How ever shall a girl choose? If it's first come first date, then I believe Mister Riley was at the head of the pack. And he is suuuuper handsome. :) Help me out grrlz! What do I dooooooo?<br /><br />Anyway, as for what is new in Northwestern Pennsylvania the most important thing is this:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S70x96sa7iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DKMntinuJVY/s1600/4-7-10+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457573263240261154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S70x96sa7iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DKMntinuJVY/s400/4-7-10+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><i>Ignore the grumpy black mass on the edge of the photo. That's my sissy, Fattie Maddie.</i></div><br /><br />When Mama got home from non-Stella work and play practice she presented us with several new toys: 3 identical (read:yet we'll still fight over them) lambs wool kangaroos, a fancy AKC fox and an AKC puppy teething ring (not pictured.) It is sheer bliss I tell ya. Almost better than treats. Almost. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S702akQ6maI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F-o3S29r0-o/s1600/4-7-10+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S702akQ6maI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F-o3S29r0-o/s400/4-7-10+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457578153482033570" /></a><br /><br />Even sissy Sarah liked them! She said that I should know that I'm darn lucky I got pressies today after what I did to my bed:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S703XXDcb1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jz74HOd_5fQ/s1600/4-7-10+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S703XXDcb1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jz74HOd_5fQ/s400/4-7-10+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457579197907890002" /></a><br /><br />Mama said that's exactly why I got 'em. My teefers are comin in and she figures the more stuff to chomp on the better.<br /><br />See ya on the flip side, pals!<br /><br />Peace out!<br /><br />-StellaaaaaaaaaaaaPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-80025736086220664462010-04-05T18:54:00.000-04:002010-04-05T22:24:54.760-04:00This is my GABE post<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7p1Cwu4syI/AAAAAAAAADc/KAkKhtRS9jA/s1600/GABE_2010_Blue_Post_Size.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7p1Cwu4syI/AAAAAAAAADc/KAkKhtRS9jA/s400/GABE_2010_Blue_Post_Size.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456802588814521122" /></a><br /><br /><br />So yes, I only have two followers as of yet but I figured I'd join the <a href="http://twinkietinydog.blogspot.com/p/international-animal-blogging-event.html">Global Animal Blogging Event</a>. Mama says I'm kind of using this as a way to get more followers/commenters. I say kind of? More like TOTALLY.<br /><br />Anywho, a cool doggie named <a href="http://twinkietinydog.blogspot.com/">Twink</a> planned GABE. The jist of includes Active and Passive peeps. Active peeps participate by holding giveaways and visting and commenting on other Active peeps GABE posts. Passive peeps participate just by visiting and commenting on the Active peeps posts about GABE. <br /><br /><center>And now<br />*drumroll*<br /><b>MY GIVEAWAY</b></center><br /><br />Everydog (cat, horse, etc etc.) that comments on this post will be placed in a drawing for a... well, Mama isn't really sure what to call it. She makes these nifty framed scrapbookky things of people's family trees (I thought they were called pedigrees) and of their extra special ancestors. (Mama said something about Rev Uh Lew Shun Airy War soldiers. I have no clue what that is.) Mama said she'll do whatever the winner requests! This is a basic (digital*) example of what a doggie one would look like. FYI the real stuff is way cooler! :<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7qZnB14jTI/AAAAAAAAADk/PQG5PkeQe84/s1600/stellascrapbook1edit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7qZnB14jTI/AAAAAAAAADk/PQG5PkeQe84/s400/stellascrapbook1edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456842794301164850" /></a><br /><br />At any rate, <strong>the winning blogger</strong> will get one of those for their pawrent(s) and a sewper seekrit surprise for themselves! <strong>Three runners up</strong> will also recieve a sewper seekrit surprise!<br /><br />All you have to do to enter is leave me a comment! <br /><br /><i>*credit for digital scrapbook pieces goes to <a href="http://www.freedigitalscrapbooking.com">FreeDigitalScrapbooking.com</a> </i>PICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118312892546843351.post-61117890170490012862010-04-05T17:40:00.000-04:002010-04-05T18:51:10.623-04:00THIS is my Easter PostOh Dog.<br /><br />What a day yesterday was.<br /><br />It started out innocuous enough. Good smells were coming from the food room. Everyone kept talking about my Mama being the Easter Bunny because it was her birthday. All in all I thought this stuff would bode well for me. I mean it wasn't horrible. Sure I didn't get to eat all the yummy stuff they did. I got NONE of Mama's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard cake. I did get ice cubes! I now run to the kitchen and sit for an ice cube when the freezer's open.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7paiL4wiXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ir3VRtBzX0A/s1600/SDC10191.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqkAcxb5Rc/S7paiL4wiXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ir3VRtBzX0A/s400/SDC10191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456773441865681266" /></a><br /><center><i>This is the yummy I missed out on.</i></center><br /><br />Then once it was dark outside, the dogmiliation began. Worse yet? Nanny was in on it.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F49095513%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157623654112795%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F49095513%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157623654112795%2F&set_id=72157623654112795&jump_to="></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F49095513%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157623654112795%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F49095513%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157623654112795%2F&set_id=72157623654112795&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Upcoming posts will include such riveting topics as:<br /> -GABE! (okay that one is pretty riveting)<br /> -Dogs With Blogs and how long Mama has been reading many of you<br /> -TITANIC there's no way to explain this one. Mama says it will be riveting I think she means revolting. Oh... she was making a joke about rivets. If you haven't gathered, she's a little touched in the head.<br /> -Shots, the ouchie kind as well as the coolness of Rabies Clinics<br /> -More about Gettysburg <br /><br />Peace Out!<br /> Stella, the not-Easter BunnyPICKETTTTTTTThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856411729452868337noreply@blogger.com3