This past Saturday Miss D.O.G. took her humans to the Pet Expo held in Santa Clarita, it was quite a turnout. Tiny dogs, massive dogs and all those in between. Would you believe there were lambs, goats, and even a two legged cow. Let's just say there were too many visitors in Miss D.O.G.'s world, Miss thang didn't even want to walk among them, so she had her chief human carry her most of the day.
As she sat high above of all these fellow subjects intruding in her world she could not truly enjoy all the free treats including the meat that were so generously being passed around. Her oh so delicate sensibilities were being effected. Amongst all the other dogs on hand that day she still reign supreme, because every other dog's human gave homage to how cute she was, and they just loved her whiskers. One human describe her whiskers as looking like cotton candy stuck on her face (how cute).
Well her day was spent gaining information that could be put to use in the company that she allows her face to showcase (dogclothes4u.com) D.O.G. proved to be a great Ambassador and her humans were quite happy with the results of the day. All in all she had quite a successful and eventful day, she just feels that the other four legged beast could have stayed home so all attention could be better used to serve her highness with their complete hearts. (Boy Humans!)
As the humans decide it is time to go home Miss D.O.G. becomes excited because it is now time to collect her salary for giving up her precious lazing about and annoying Harry time (Harry is her cat). Oh boy the humans paid in chicken crowns from Burger King, she is enjoying the high life as Her Majesty should.
Welcome to the world of Miss D.O.G.!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
To Be or Not To Be a Botanist:: All about Michael
I would like to introduce everyone to Michael my youngest son, and I would like everyone to know that Michael has always been my greatest challenge, because he is a mini me or at least he was growing up, and I just received my just desserts. Never fear he is a great joy to me, he always kept me on my toes! The very first day he entered the world he made the big announcement that he ruled. You ask how could that be, well let me explain. His first breath was a great cry with only his head appearing into the world the rest of him was still in the womb, and this cry caused a pin hole in his lung. Michael was rushed to Children s Hospital immediately and I only caught a glimpse of him well he spent four weeks in that hospital three of which he was in an incubator. I want you to know that he won the heart of all the staff members as well as his doctor of whom dubbed him Peanut. They would all take turns carrying him around because he refused once out of the incubator to stay in the crib he demanded attention and everyone gave it.
Once Michael came home his older brother and protector lovingly allowed him to have his way because he was the baby in other words he was a brat, but he loved him so he would over look a lot of transgressions Michael made on his property, but that was just Tony's way mature beyond his five years. I noticed Michael had a love for plants early in his life, because he like to eat them. At the age of six he cross pollinated my rose bush in my front yard with those of our neighbors roses and created stripe roses. Next I noticed he had planted green beans in my window box outside the kitchen. I was dubbed the plant killer by my friends because I loved them but they seemed to die when I looked at them. Michael brought my rubber plant back to life by creating a special plant food for it, and I never knew exactly what it was he just has a green thumb.
I really believe this replaced pets in his life because he only owned one pet and that was a box turtle. It was his responsibility to care for it, well by it being a turtle being quite I forgot about it. Needless to say he was too young to have such a responsibility because the turtle did not survive. Michael had filled his tank with water and the only place of survival the turtle had was on top of his rock and he had to hold it up to survive. Well that was my excuse as to why they couldn't have pets because I was to busy working two or three jobs trying to keep our heads above water myself, but Michael knew exactly how often a plant needed watering he gave it plenty of love and talked to his plants and they grew under his care as long as I didn't touch them.
I felt he should turn his studies toward science because of the God given talent that he had, but like his brother before him and most children they always do the opposite of your direction. So I guess you have figured out the answer is Not to Be a Botanist, oh but he would have been a great one. Well he turned out to be a great father and they flourish under his love and yes he talks to them and encourages them like he does his plants. Now you have met both my sons Tony and Michael and there is no greater love and friendship than between these two.
Once Michael came home his older brother and protector lovingly allowed him to have his way because he was the baby in other words he was a brat, but he loved him so he would over look a lot of transgressions Michael made on his property, but that was just Tony's way mature beyond his five years. I noticed Michael had a love for plants early in his life, because he like to eat them. At the age of six he cross pollinated my rose bush in my front yard with those of our neighbors roses and created stripe roses. Next I noticed he had planted green beans in my window box outside the kitchen. I was dubbed the plant killer by my friends because I loved them but they seemed to die when I looked at them. Michael brought my rubber plant back to life by creating a special plant food for it, and I never knew exactly what it was he just has a green thumb.
I really believe this replaced pets in his life because he only owned one pet and that was a box turtle. It was his responsibility to care for it, well by it being a turtle being quite I forgot about it. Needless to say he was too young to have such a responsibility because the turtle did not survive. Michael had filled his tank with water and the only place of survival the turtle had was on top of his rock and he had to hold it up to survive. Well that was my excuse as to why they couldn't have pets because I was to busy working two or three jobs trying to keep our heads above water myself, but Michael knew exactly how often a plant needed watering he gave it plenty of love and talked to his plants and they grew under his care as long as I didn't touch them.
I felt he should turn his studies toward science because of the God given talent that he had, but like his brother before him and most children they always do the opposite of your direction. So I guess you have figured out the answer is Not to Be a Botanist, oh but he would have been a great one. Well he turned out to be a great father and they flourish under his love and yes he talks to them and encourages them like he does his plants. Now you have met both my sons Tony and Michael and there is no greater love and friendship than between these two.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Kitty Count(Cat): Tony's Beloved Kitten
My oldest son Tony at the age of 3yrs had a Calico kitten he lovingly named Kitty Count because he couldn't pronounce cat. He carried that kitten every where he went throughout the house, in the yard or wherever he was taken. They began the game handsies a game he learned from my first husband Ralph, the object is to have your hands in the palm of someone else's hand and you had to get yours out before they could slap the top of your hand. Well tony and Kitty Count use to play that game together, and first the kitten always won, but one day Tony became fast enough to to remove his hand before the kitten slapped him and left a scratch. He actually became fast enough to slap the kittens paws.
These two had so many exploits together, such as chasing pigeons in the park, which Tony pronounce as if it were French(pi-jeon). These two characters would play hide and seek, play with his Tonka toy cars, and ride in his paddle car. I would spend hours just laughing at their antics, because they were better than most things on television at that time. I realized at that moment how important it is for children to have a pet they felt was theirs and theirs alone.
As Kitty Count became older he began to think he was a watch dog, but this was with the help of Ralph who thought putting the kitten in a Dixie Cup box when he was little and blow smoke from his pot into the box and closing it. Now that I am mature 43 years later I realize how cruel that was, but at the time it seemed to be very funny to watch how he had lost his equilibrium when he was high, but we did dumb things back in the day of flower power. Thank God for maturity!
These two had so many exploits together, such as chasing pigeons in the park, which Tony pronounce as if it were French(pi-jeon). These two characters would play hide and seek, play with his Tonka toy cars, and ride in his paddle car. I would spend hours just laughing at their antics, because they were better than most things on television at that time. I realized at that moment how important it is for children to have a pet they felt was theirs and theirs alone.
As Kitty Count became older he began to think he was a watch dog, but this was with the help of Ralph who thought putting the kitten in a Dixie Cup box when he was little and blow smoke from his pot into the box and closing it. Now that I am mature 43 years later I realize how cruel that was, but at the time it seemed to be very funny to watch how he had lost his equilibrium when he was high, but we did dumb things back in the day of flower power. Thank God for maturity!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Joseph:The Cat That Would Be A Dog
Joseph's ancestors are from ancient Egypt, he is a tabby an energetic, curious and mischievous cat. I have observed him actually climb a wall to catch a fly with success. The funny thing about Joseph is how he struts around the house as if he owns it he thinks he is one of the guys (my two nephews) and he stands guard by the front door. Rest assured he is trying to get out as well, but he growls at what he considers intruders.
Joseph's throne is the love seat in aunt Marie and Kathy's house, and he gets an attitude if you sit over there in his corner. This character does most of his mischief at night when everyone else has gone to bed, you can hear him running across the floor, and don't let your arm hang over the edge of the bed or couch which ever one your sleeping on, it becomes his personal toy.
My favorite thing about Joseph is watching him get into the bath tub under the dripping water and take a shower. I always thought cats did not like water except for drinking, but like I said he is in a category of his own. I really believe he thinks he is a dog, but I invite you to make your own decision on the matter.
Joseph's throne is the love seat in aunt Marie and Kathy's house, and he gets an attitude if you sit over there in his corner. This character does most of his mischief at night when everyone else has gone to bed, you can hear him running across the floor, and don't let your arm hang over the edge of the bed or couch which ever one your sleeping on, it becomes his personal toy.
My favorite thing about Joseph is watching him get into the bath tub under the dripping water and take a shower. I always thought cats did not like water except for drinking, but like I said he is in a category of his own. I really believe he thinks he is a dog, but I invite you to make your own decision on the matter.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A day in King Tut's Life
My Shih Tzu King Tut believed he ruled Black Jack Mo. particularly the lot my home sat on. I use to call him a little gangster he truly had the Napoleonic syndrome. There was no way he wasn't in control, he even controlled what the big Shepard his nearest neighbor did when they played together. One day while we were away from home someone broke in and stole the computer and other electronics in the house. The robbers left the door cracked when they left and King Tut and my other Shih Tzu Dusty got out, and little did the thieves realize they were being followed by King Tut and his posse of dog friends on the block. When my husband returned home they lead him and the police to the home of the thief who happened to be new to the neighborhood. Everything was recovered and the police dubbed him the Sheriff, and when ever they would see my husband and ask how the number one crime stopper was doing.
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