My momma says that everybody and their dog blogs. I wasn't writing a single solitary thing, but I'm correcting that right now. When momma got me she named me The Pink Party Poodle for Peace, now I guess I'm The Pink Party Poodle for Peace Pontificating. My pontification of the day is to tell you that the purpose of life is to have fun, hee, hee, and chase lizards. I love to chase lizards--never catch them though, they taste like rotten toes.

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I'm Thinking

Thursday, October 18, 2012

"Grandma's Soup"

Mom and I spent the day in bed--no not the day, the afternoon. I was feeling punk, and had been hopping around on three legs. It was the front leg, don’t know why, it is usually my hind leg that acts up. The whole idea of food and water turned my stomach. I did lick water off Mom’s finger though.

 As I said Mom and I spent the afternoon in bed.

 Mom read, that is between sneezing fits. I slept when she wasn’t waking me with all that sneezing—she called it a head cold.

 That night I got my appetite back, and gobbled up some “Grandma’s Soup.” Wow! How good was that! I’ve been on a bland diet, (I’m not supposed to have fat—that’s a bummer.) That soup, though, fixed me up.  Grandma’s soup is a recipe from Mom’s mother-in-law. It’s tomato based, has hamburger, onion, celery, carrots, and a secret ingredient, PIZZA SAUCE. El Yum-o.

 I drank water, and I’m feeling much better, thank you.

 I even went out in the car with Mom yesterday.

 Things are looking up.

Friday, October 12, 2012

I am One Lucky Dog

I love, love love going in the car. When mom leaves me at home it is so sad. But then, I am a lucky dog. High maintenance, yes, but then aren't princesses high maintenance?

A wonderful person who reads mom's and my blog sent us this website. She lives in Oregon and drove all the way to Las Angeles to get a German Shepard from a no kill rescue site. She asked us to vote for our favorite picture, so the site has a possibility of being funded $5,000.

Look at Thelma below, isn't she awesome?!

The trouble with looking at these shelter sites is,  I want to take all the dogs home--they can't sleep on my bed though.

 I am one lucky dog.

Not all dogs are so lucky.

Here is Thelmas note to prospective owners:

Hi, my name is Thelma. This week a letter from the AARP was delivered to my cage offering me a membership. At first I was insulted to be classified as a senior citizen but, after sulking a while, I lowered my head between my paws to contemplate my plight. It's true -- when I look into the bottom of my shiny water bowl, the face that looks back is a bit older than I think of myself, I am around 8 years old now.  When I go on walks, my joints hurt a little and I realize that I am not as spry as I used to be. Plus I have to admit that my figure is no longer curvaceous like in the past; I fear that I have succumbed to"middle age spread." Can any of you relate to this? Could this be why I am here while all those pups are getting homes? Doesn't anyone have room in their heart to adopt an older girl like me? I am calm and sweet and housebroken, and I am independent enough that I won't bother you or get underfoot. I would love to be your only dog. You and I could take strolls together because I am gentle on the leash and I don't get flustered by passing dogs or other distractions. We could read or watch TV together, and we could brag together about how wise we are -- because wisdom comes with age. I have a lot of gentle years left to share you with if you will just give me a chance. Please visit me soon and take me out of here!

Subject: HELP WGSR WIN $5,000 By Voting Just Once
Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 19:08:28 +0000

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