Yesterday, mom and her sister went to what they called an "Anti-Valentine's Party". All that I have been able to decide about this "Valentine's" thing is that it makes mom stay away from the house alot (she is "waitressing" at special dinners), but she has told me that Valentine's is to celebrate the "one" you love. I love mom, but I also love a lot of other things, so I thought I would write you a letter about the things I love and the things I don't love.
- I love mom, yes I do! I even love mom's sister, but don't tell her that.
- I love my bed.
- I love playing in the snow with the other dogs, I even jump a little fence now!
- I love shoving my nose in mom's back over and over when she is sleeping on the couch.
- I love stealing toys from the other dogs and putting them in my crate. I don't want to play with them, I just want to take them.
- I love playing with Sasha.
Some of the things I don't like...
- I don't like when mom tries to cut my toenails. I don't put up too much fuss, but I let her know I'm not happy!
- I don't like eating my pills that smell like fish.
- I don't like it when I don't eat my pills that smell like fish and mom opens my mouth and puts them so far back in my throat that I have no choice but to swallow.
- I don't like most treats.
- I don't like being bothered when I am trying to poop!
- I don't like being brushed. I feel better after mom gets all that gross, dead hair off of me but I don't like it when she is doing it!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Long Time No Type!
Hi guys!
It has been quite a while since I have had the time to sit down and write you a letter, because both mom and I have been pretty busy.
First, mom went away for a long time... well, mom's sister kept saying "a week", but I don't know how long that really is, it just seemed like a LONG time! While mom was away, mom's sister let Bella pick on me. As you can see, she hacked into my blog and typed her own things. She is pretty evil most of the time. We get along alright but I know she is just waiting to do naughty things!
I was very happy when mom came back! I danced all over to show her how happy I was, and licked her face. She gave me lots of kisses. Don't tell her I told you, but I think she really missed me too. She promised she wouldn't go away that long again. She has gone away for one night a couple of times since then, but she said if she ever went away that long again, I could come with her. I don't know if she's telling the truth or not and hopefully she doesn't go far because I really don't like riding in the car!!
We have gotten quite a lot of snow lately, and I have been having a lot of fun playing in it. Up until a couple of weeks ago, mom would take Morrie and me out to play in it together. She said I am like "a whole new dog", she never imagined that I would be able to play and run. Here are some pictures that she took!
Mom says I have been a "floozie" lately so I am not allowed to play with Morrie, except when mom is watching us, and sometimes not even then. She said something about "in heat". I think this might have to do with when the vet said I should not be "spaded" because it would be too "invasive". I don't know, really, but I do know usually after I am being a floozie, I have puppies. Mom said that wouldn't happen this time.
A lot of new babies are being born on the farm and some of them come in the house sometimes. They are funny with long ears and instead of paws they have two little hard toes. They make awful noises that sound like "MOOOOOOM! MOOOOM!". Whenever they come in the house, Bella gets all happy and licks them all over like they are her babies, and mom's sister calls her "Mama Bella". I wonder if I could be their mama too....
It has been quite a while since I have had the time to sit down and write you a letter, because both mom and I have been pretty busy.
First, mom went away for a long time... well, mom's sister kept saying "a week", but I don't know how long that really is, it just seemed like a LONG time! While mom was away, mom's sister let Bella pick on me. As you can see, she hacked into my blog and typed her own things. She is pretty evil most of the time. We get along alright but I know she is just waiting to do naughty things!
I was very happy when mom came back! I danced all over to show her how happy I was, and licked her face. She gave me lots of kisses. Don't tell her I told you, but I think she really missed me too. She promised she wouldn't go away that long again. She has gone away for one night a couple of times since then, but she said if she ever went away that long again, I could come with her. I don't know if she's telling the truth or not and hopefully she doesn't go far because I really don't like riding in the car!!
We have gotten quite a lot of snow lately, and I have been having a lot of fun playing in it. Up until a couple of weeks ago, mom would take Morrie and me out to play in it together. She said I am like "a whole new dog", she never imagined that I would be able to play and run. Here are some pictures that she took!
Mom says I have been a "floozie" lately so I am not allowed to play with Morrie, except when mom is watching us, and sometimes not even then. She said something about "in heat". I think this might have to do with when the vet said I should not be "spaded" because it would be too "invasive". I don't know, really, but I do know usually after I am being a floozie, I have puppies. Mom said that wouldn't happen this time.
A lot of new babies are being born on the farm and some of them come in the house sometimes. They are funny with long ears and instead of paws they have two little hard toes. They make awful noises that sound like "MOOOOOOM! MOOOOM!". Whenever they come in the house, Bella gets all happy and licks them all over like they are her babies, and mom's sister calls her "Mama Bella". I wonder if I could be their mama too....
Friday, January 9, 2009
Gotta be sneaky-sneaky!
Hi! I's Bella. I live with the Callie Dog... Manda's away, so I sneaked on the compwuter to say how I is no actually the bad dog. I is actuly weally a good good good dog. Yup! I is!
Okay, so the Manda person is in Toe-ron-toe (where ever that place is - sounds like its gots lots of feeties - I lub feeties!), and Callie's been really dwiffernt since she leaved. She cuddles my momma a lot, and momma makes funny faces, and funny noizes, and does funny stuffs. It's not very cool - I dun like it at all!
Callie'z good. Her runs, and playez a lots, and even playeded some wif me today, witch she usuallly doesn't dos. She haz a little pink toys that momma calls a "baby", that I lub, and I likes to take it from the Callie Dog, but I has to make sure Callie's not in her bed, or she growls at me (crotitchy old thing!), so I sneaks it... I'm a good sneakerpersonthingy.
Manda Person comez home from Toe-ron-toe tomorrowz, so I thunked that if Iz gonna write all ober the blogthingybobber I should doz today... So I doz... I dun really has much to say, I just wanna says things... I like saysing things... Is fun!
Okay, I know what I do! I put a peekture of me, so you see that I is really a good dog, howz coulda this face be bad?
Okayz, gotta goes! Hope you likeded it! I will do again, if you wantz!
Lots of droolz for everybodies!
Bella.
Okay, so the Manda person is in Toe-ron-toe (where ever that place is - sounds like its gots lots of feeties - I lub feeties!), and Callie's been really dwiffernt since she leaved. She cuddles my momma a lot, and momma makes funny faces, and funny noizes, and does funny stuffs. It's not very cool - I dun like it at all!
Callie'z good. Her runs, and playez a lots, and even playeded some wif me today, witch she usuallly doesn't dos. She haz a little pink toys that momma calls a "baby", that I lub, and I likes to take it from the Callie Dog, but I has to make sure Callie's not in her bed, or she growls at me (crotitchy old thing!), so I sneaks it... I'm a good sneakerpersonthingy.
Manda Person comez home from Toe-ron-toe tomorrowz, so I thunked that if Iz gonna write all ober the blogthingybobber I should doz today... So I doz... I dun really has much to say, I just wanna says things... I like saysing things... Is fun!
Okay, I know what I do! I put a peekture of me, so you see that I is really a good dog, howz coulda this face be bad?
Okayz, gotta goes! Hope you likeded it! I will do again, if you wantz!
Lots of droolz for everybodies!
Bella.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Happy Merry Christmas from MEEEE!
Merry Christmas to everyone! I am so excited to be a member of a family at Christmas for the first time. This morning, mom brought me a little purple baby that smelled just like mom (her sister said it was gross that she slept with it for a week!). She wanted me to carry it around but I know I am not supposed to put my mouth on mom! It took some convincing to tell me otherwise.
Give all your furfriends a hug and a kiss - they have homes for Christmas!
Callie
Sunday, December 21, 2008
At Christmas Time
Hello everyone!
My mom wants me to talk about something very important today. Old, homeless dogs.
I was an old, homeless dog when mom took me from that man. I don't think he was going to take me home with him. I don't know what I would have done if mom hadn't "bought" me from him! I am not sure where I would be today, but mom says it could have been at the shelter, a place she visited yesterday with her sister.
I knew mom was upset because she showed me articles in a big paper book about a dog named "Hopper". I could see that he had age on his face around his mouth like I do. Mom told me he was even older than I am (14) and that he didn't have a home for Christmas like I do. He was at the Ess Pee Cee Eh, and he couldn't find a home because sometimes he couldn't hold his pee. Mom and her sister were pretty sad and said they wanted to bring him "home for the holidays" but the old man and woman said "absolutely not!". They decided that even if they couldn't bring Hopper home, they would go visit him at the Ess Pee Cee Eh Shelter.
So mom and her sister bought some toys and treats and went to the shelter to visit Hopper. They were really happy when they got there because the girl working there said Hopper had just found his new home! The best part is that he went home with a veterinarian (just like the nice lady who looked me all over a few months ago) who will be able to look after his problems. Mom said it might be Hopper's last Christmas, then she said she hoped it was not MY last Christmas! I hope it's not mine either, because I love mom and I want to spend more time with her.
Also, while they were at the shelter, mom and her sister met a dog named Cyrus. Mom said he had kind eyes and sat close to the wire in his pen so she could scratch his back and shoulders. He was quiet and didn't bark a lot. He is 6 years old. Mom said sometimes dogs that aren't puppies anymore (no matter how much like a puppy they feel!) sometimes have a hard time finding homes because they aren't as cute as puppies (I don't know what she's talking about, she tells me I am "soooooo cute!" every single day, so I don't know...). Mom especially loves old dogs because she says they are really "appreciative" - I am not sure what that means but mom tells me it is like how I love all of the things she does for me, even though she doesn't have to.
Mom really wanted to bring Cyrus "home for the holidays" but she said that she thought that the old man and old lady that live here might "tear her head off" if she did that! I say the more the merrier, but apparantly the old man and old lady haven't gotten that memo yet!
If anyone in New Brunswick would like to meet Cyrus, he is at the Fredericton Ess Pee Cee Eh, and he is still waiting for a new home. He has "kind eyes" and mom loved him!
Mom said there is also another dog there that reminds her and her sister of Bella-the-bad-dog, but he is not on the Ess Pee Cee Eh website yet. He barked a lot and then looked at them and mom said it was just like looking at the REAL Bella. She thinks that someday Bella could have ended up at the same place, too, because she can be hard to get along with - for dogs AND for people.
Mom also said she would probably never buy a puppy again. She loves old dogs like me, and she told me about her other old dog, Sarah, that left the house about a year before I came - she was 13 years old and a great dane like Sasha. She says puppies are cute but old dogs are "the best".
So everyone, if you are thinking about getting a dog for the holidays, please consider an old dog at a shelter or rescue. They can sometimes be a challenge (ask mom about the trouble she had getting me to take my medicine at first!), but they usually come around and there is nothing better than making sure an old folk like me is loved in their last days.
Merry Christmas and Happy Howlidays,
Callie-dog.
My mom wants me to talk about something very important today. Old, homeless dogs.
I was an old, homeless dog when mom took me from that man. I don't think he was going to take me home with him. I don't know what I would have done if mom hadn't "bought" me from him! I am not sure where I would be today, but mom says it could have been at the shelter, a place she visited yesterday with her sister.
I knew mom was upset because she showed me articles in a big paper book about a dog named "Hopper". I could see that he had age on his face around his mouth like I do. Mom told me he was even older than I am (14) and that he didn't have a home for Christmas like I do. He was at the Ess Pee Cee Eh, and he couldn't find a home because sometimes he couldn't hold his pee. Mom and her sister were pretty sad and said they wanted to bring him "home for the holidays" but the old man and woman said "absolutely not!". They decided that even if they couldn't bring Hopper home, they would go visit him at the Ess Pee Cee Eh Shelter.
So mom and her sister bought some toys and treats and went to the shelter to visit Hopper. They were really happy when they got there because the girl working there said Hopper had just found his new home! The best part is that he went home with a veterinarian (just like the nice lady who looked me all over a few months ago) who will be able to look after his problems. Mom said it might be Hopper's last Christmas, then she said she hoped it was not MY last Christmas! I hope it's not mine either, because I love mom and I want to spend more time with her.
Also, while they were at the shelter, mom and her sister met a dog named Cyrus. Mom said he had kind eyes and sat close to the wire in his pen so she could scratch his back and shoulders. He was quiet and didn't bark a lot. He is 6 years old. Mom said sometimes dogs that aren't puppies anymore (no matter how much like a puppy they feel!) sometimes have a hard time finding homes because they aren't as cute as puppies (I don't know what she's talking about, she tells me I am "soooooo cute!" every single day, so I don't know...). Mom especially loves old dogs because she says they are really "appreciative" - I am not sure what that means but mom tells me it is like how I love all of the things she does for me, even though she doesn't have to.
Mom really wanted to bring Cyrus "home for the holidays" but she said that she thought that the old man and old lady that live here might "tear her head off" if she did that! I say the more the merrier, but apparantly the old man and old lady haven't gotten that memo yet!
If anyone in New Brunswick would like to meet Cyrus, he is at the Fredericton Ess Pee Cee Eh, and he is still waiting for a new home. He has "kind eyes" and mom loved him!
Mom said there is also another dog there that reminds her and her sister of Bella-the-bad-dog, but he is not on the Ess Pee Cee Eh website yet. He barked a lot and then looked at them and mom said it was just like looking at the REAL Bella. She thinks that someday Bella could have ended up at the same place, too, because she can be hard to get along with - for dogs AND for people.
Mom also said she would probably never buy a puppy again. She loves old dogs like me, and she told me about her other old dog, Sarah, that left the house about a year before I came - she was 13 years old and a great dane like Sasha. She says puppies are cute but old dogs are "the best".
So everyone, if you are thinking about getting a dog for the holidays, please consider an old dog at a shelter or rescue. They can sometimes be a challenge (ask mom about the trouble she had getting me to take my medicine at first!), but they usually come around and there is nothing better than making sure an old folk like me is loved in their last days.
Merry Christmas and Happy Howlidays,
Callie-dog.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A Sad Day
I never got to meet Tara but I know she and her family are very special to my mom and her sister because I heard her talking about them all the time. Mom gave me an extra hug tonight and I knew she was sad. I heard her say something about a dog named Tara passing away.
Mom said that Tara and I were a lot alike. We both love our moms (her mom's name is Amy) and we both like soft toys that squish. We both had gray around our muzzles and we're both around the same age. I know my mom would be really sad if I left her unexpectedly like Tara had to leave her mom, but I know my mom knows I would wait for her at Rainbow Bridge and I hope that Tara's mom knows the same thing.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Sad hugs and licks for Amy and her family tonight,
Callie
Mom said that Tara and I were a lot alike. We both love our moms (her mom's name is Amy) and we both like soft toys that squish. We both had gray around our muzzles and we're both around the same age. I know my mom would be really sad if I left her unexpectedly like Tara had to leave her mom, but I know my mom knows I would wait for her at Rainbow Bridge and I hope that Tara's mom knows the same thing.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Sad hugs and licks for Amy and her family tonight,
Callie
Friday, November 28, 2008
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
Hi guys!
I am so excited that there has been snow the last few days! It's starting to go away with the warm, wet weather, but for a few days there, I had a lot of fun sliding through the snow, running and pouncing on the other dogs!
I feel better and better every day, and mom is glad to see it. Who cares if I have to eat pills? I have the energy and feel good enough to play with the other dogs. I especially like harrassing Sasha, even though she is twice my size. I don't even remember why but we got into a little scuffle last week. Mom didn't believe her sister when she told her that I was picking on Sasha... I don't know why I did, I love Sasha!
Mom took some pictures of all of us playing in the snow last week so I thought I would share:
What is this stuff?
Bella really seems to like the snow!
She is an amazing jumper!
Dashing through the snow...
Speaking of Christmas, at Aunt Sarah's prompting, mom wanted me to put together a Christmas list...
- A soft, cuddly toy that will fit in my mouth so I can carry it around.
- A new, girly collar and leash
- Soft, chewy treats (hard ones don't work because my teeth don't chew good!)
That's all I can think of. I don't want much, because I have way more than I ever imagined I could have before I came to live with mom - my own nice crate, a soft pillow, water and food dishes, and someone to pat me and play with me! I think my new home is the best Christmas gift of all!
Happy Howlidays!
Callie-dog
I am so excited that there has been snow the last few days! It's starting to go away with the warm, wet weather, but for a few days there, I had a lot of fun sliding through the snow, running and pouncing on the other dogs!
I feel better and better every day, and mom is glad to see it. Who cares if I have to eat pills? I have the energy and feel good enough to play with the other dogs. I especially like harrassing Sasha, even though she is twice my size. I don't even remember why but we got into a little scuffle last week. Mom didn't believe her sister when she told her that I was picking on Sasha... I don't know why I did, I love Sasha!
Mom took some pictures of all of us playing in the snow last week so I thought I would share:
What is this stuff?
Bella really seems to like the snow!
She is an amazing jumper!
Dashing through the snow...
Speaking of Christmas, at Aunt Sarah's prompting, mom wanted me to put together a Christmas list...
- A soft, cuddly toy that will fit in my mouth so I can carry it around.
- A new, girly collar and leash
- Soft, chewy treats (hard ones don't work because my teeth don't chew good!)
That's all I can think of. I don't want much, because I have way more than I ever imagined I could have before I came to live with mom - my own nice crate, a soft pillow, water and food dishes, and someone to pat me and play with me! I think my new home is the best Christmas gift of all!
Happy Howlidays!
Callie-dog
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