A Message For My Dogs

My dear precious canine darlings,

Yes, it is raining outside.

Yes, the ground is icky and squishy.

Yes, your feet might get a little wet on your 15 second 15 foot walk out to go potty.

Yes, you might have to leave the comfort of your warm couch, bed, or human lap for a brief moment to go take care of Mother Nature.

But momma PROMISES you this:

Your feet will NOT melt off your body if you step on wet grass.

Your wittle toesey-woeseys will DRY.














I know we have spoiled you a bit.


Well, maybe spoiled you a whole bunch.............


Okay.........maybe a LOT.

BUT.....let me ask you THIS:















Do you REALLY want me to have to resort to HUMILIATING you by making you wear THIS:


Or putting THESE silly things on your feet?




Because you three are about to push me to my limit.

Don't think I won't do it..................

I'm not kidding...................I'm serious


No, really, I'm not kidding............I'll do it...........

Quit looking at me with those doe eyes.....















Seriously, stop it please................
QUIT LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!

Okay...........I guess I'll go get the paper towels.

Liar Liar, Pants On Fire

Dear Mr. President,
I'm really TRYING to like you. I really am.

I didn't actually vote for you, but I know we are all in this together for the next four please dear Lord don't let it be eight years so I'm willing to give you a chance and not whine about it...............well, maybe whine just a little.

To be honest, I don't really understand all this economy stuff.

I don't "speak" economy.

I don't "speak" stimulus package, or bail-out, or Dow Jones.

Let me tell you what I do speak.

I speak DOG. Specifically, RESCUE DOGS........and, well, I also speak Stevie Nicks and Henry VIII trivia, but we won't get into that right now.

Last Fall, you posed on the cover of American Dog with a puppy mill rescue dog named Baby.

You said you would "like" to adopt a dog. (Clever Clinton move, Mr. Obama......using the word "like"..........just in CASE you needed to make it look like you weren't a liar liar pants on fire in the future...........)

In November, Michelle told Entertainment Tonight that the family would be adopting a rescue dog.

Shelter/Rescue/Breed-Rescue Dogs all over the country were suddenly on the cusp of getting a much needed "shout out!"............and to think it was going to be our President that would be leading the way!

Our First Family leading by example to show America to ACT RESPONSIBLY (didn't you say that in your Inaugural address?) and adopt one of the millions of dogs sitting in shelters.

Instead, you accept a purebred pedigreed gift from "American Royalty"........Ted Kennedy?????????????

WHAT THE WHHHHHHAT?

Let me say that again.......because when I say it out loud, the magnitude of your little "fib" hits me like a brick.


YOU ACCEPT A PUREBRED PEDIGREED GIFT FROM TED KENNEDY.

Yeah, sure, I get the whole "this is the dog's second home" story that was so cleverly crafted by the Washington spin machine. How coincidental that RIGHT about the time you were ready to adopt, there just HAPPENED to be this puppy that "didn't work out" at it's former home.

PAH-LEEEEEEEZE!

Did you SERIOUSLY think I would buy that story?

As far as the "allergy" thing goes.......there are plenty of Breed-Specific Rescue groups that you could have used to cover this problem so don't even GO there with me.

The point is, that dog would have found a home regardless. What you did by accepting this "gift" (wink wink) from Prince Kennedy was to put a sweet hardworking shelter/rescue dog out of work. You ripped the job right out from under him.


You SAID you would give him the job, but then you FIRED him before you even HIRED him.

The way I see it, America put their faith in someone who wasn't a "Pedigreed Politician". You didn't come from a long line of political royalty. Frankly, you didn't have a whole lot of experience!!!!! You were a grass roots kinda nominee.

America gave YOU a chance even though you didn't have the Washington equivalent of "AKC Registration Papers".


Shame on you, Mr. President. You should have led by example.

With one brilliantly crafted photo-op to a shelter, you could have single handedly made rescue dogs "the new black".

And while I am glad that your girls now have an animal to love,



I hope "Bo" is hard to potty train and I hope he pees on your rug.

Five Dog Weekend

My sister came down this weekend and brought my niece-dog, Lily, and my nephew-dog, Otis.



From left: Otis, Lily, PeeWee, Maggie, Ruthie:-)



Having five precious puppies in the house all weekend made me want more.



"May I have a bite, please?"


All our plates were squeaky clean by the time they made it to the dishwasher.

AUNT DREA!

I am an Aunt AGAIN!

Meet my newest nephew...........Master Otis R.


(I put the "R." middle initial in there because I really think he looks like a "Rocco", but his mommylindsay and daddymarcus went with Otis and I'm respecting that.......to an extent.......but I'm giving him a middle name in my head.)


(Shhhhhh! Don't tell.....it will be our little secret, Otis, just between you and your Aunt Drea.
If you keep the secret, my little Rocco, I will buy you things.)





Look at that FACE! I just want to eat him for lunch he's so cute!


Otis is a rescue dog from the DFW Shih-Tzu/Lhasa Apso rescue.
http://www.dfwtzusandmorerescue.com/

I was sooooooooooo excited when my sister said she was going to adopt from a rescue place.
I love rescue dogs. When you look into their eyes, they say, "Thank You". There are so many of them out there waiting to love on someone.



If I had it my way, I would adopt at least two a year...........however, I enjoy the whole "being married" aspect of my life so I don't really push the issue.

After PeeWee found me last February, T put a screeching halt on dog adoptions. I have accepted the fact that if I sign any "adoption papers", I will more than likely be signing these kinds of papers:

within hours.

Lindsay says he isn't all Shih-Tzu, but I want to say that he is. Why? Because we all love saying Shih-Tzu three times really fast around here. Do it right now. Say Shih-Tzu three times really fast.

It's like that feeling you get when you sing a cuss word lyric from a song when you are a kid.......it's like a "gimme"......it's not like you MEANT to say it.........it's just part of the lyric...or, in this case, part of the breed name.

(If you are trying to think of an example, just think back to Charlie Daniel's Band's "Devil Went Down to Georgia".....

after Johnny finished opening a can of whoop-ass with his fiddle playing and he tells the Devil to "come on back if he ever wants to try again....I done told you once, you *** ** * *****,......... I'm the best that's ever been!")


R suggested Otis make good friends with a nice, lady Bulldog and then they could have little "Bull-shih-t's".

My niece, Lily, (who stayed with me this summer), seems to really like her new brother.
"We play togefer 'cuz we lub eech ubber"



I love to watch dogs play. It makes my heart SMILE. When I get old and am stuck in a wheelchair, just park me in a room full of dogs so I can watch them play.......with an iPod full of Stevie Nicks songs stuck in my old wrinkly ears. (ARE YOU READING THIS, RYAN?)



I'm actually so glad Lily has a sibling to play with. Ooops-----rather, "a sibling with which to play"---if a preposition at the end of a sentence gives you the willies like it does me.


Lily sez: "I lub my Aunt Drea"
Otis R. sez: "I lub my Aunt Drea, too"
Aunt Drea sez: "I lub my Cow-town buddies!"

Babysitting

We just finished babysitting my "niece", Lily, for a week while my sister went to Jamaica-mon.
Ha Ha Ha Ha...I just always add "mon" to anything Jamaica....makes me feel bilingual. Lily is a Basset Hound with gigantic paws, sweet sad-like eyes, and ears that hang down so low they get wet when she drinks......................out of the toilet. Don't say ewwwww, I can hear you.

Lily had several favorite "laying" spots this week.

Sometimes, she would lay on the floor. (Pay no attention to the golf shoes, football pad string, or shorts that were laying in the middle of EVERYTHING.......the maid is on vacation this week....WAIT A MINUTE......we don't HAVE a maid!)


Sometimes she liked to snooze on the couch. (I think she matches beautifully with the fabric, don't you think?)



Other times, she preferred the OTHER end of the couch.

The OTHER end of the couch, by the way, is where the $40 special-oober-fancy "Couch Protector with Bolster" from Lillian Vernon that I just HAD TO HAVE sits unoccupied most of the time.
(I thought the dogs would love it, but they view it more like an annoyance and end up laying on anything BUT the $40 oober-fancy "Couch Protector with Bolster" from Lillian Vernon.....I should have spent the money on vacuum bags to vacuum up all the dog hair that dogs leave when they don't lay on a $40 special-oober-fancy "Couch Protector with Bolster".)

Thank you to Lily for trying it out and trying to set an example for the rest of your canine cousins.............it didn't work, I'm sad to report.

Lily's favorite favorite favorite place, however, was the RED special- oober-fancy "Pet Bed with Bolster" from Lillian Vernon that I also, just HAD TO HAVE. (Notice I did NOT put the price on that one because hubby might read this......and he can add really well... those CPA's are tricky that way........)


PeeWee likes it, too.......it was often a little competition to see who could get all curled up in the bed first.


Sometimes Lily would try and "hold her spot" by just leaving one foot in the bed just to keep PeeWee out of it.


But curled up in a little ball in the red bed is how I'll always remember Lily's stay here with her "Aunt Drea"...........I hope she had fun! We'll miss you Lily!