...and the puppy plot thickens

Riley

Many of you are aware that Hershey's mommy is in a rehab setting after illness and subsequent surgery. So Hershey has two of us who are taking care of him. You also know that Mitzi and Daisy are with me most of the time. Today, a medical emergency arose, which left another little puddle jumper in need of a temporary home. His mommy is in the hospital. I had heard about it, and thought, well I can't help with this. My hands are full. The little guy was on his way to a kennel. He had never been in a kennel before. How much trouble could this little guy be? I couldn't stand it. I picked up the phone, made the call and said, "Let's give it a try for a few days and see if it can be worked out. So Riley is with Ruthie tonight and will be coming here tomorrow morning. (Pray for me.)    -- PS -- Riley did return home. Isn't he a cute little tyke?

We have a new howse mate . . .

and his name is Hershey. (Mom calls him Hershey kiss.) Hershey often comes to visit, when his mommy and auntie go owt for appointments and stuff. We offen go to his howse too. In fact, we have stayed there a lot, even for overnites, when Mom has gone away. Hershey seems to miss his own mommy, but we know he lykes us too. Mom sez we must pray for him so he duzn't get homesick. Will you pray for him too? I'm shure he'll apreesh -- appreshea -- apree ---- uh, be glad! I gess we need to pray for his mommy too cuz she is in the hosspittal.
Thank yu. Luv, Mitzi
PS - Daisy sez hi.

Say what?

We've been sooooooooooooo good. Have you noticed that our mom hasn't written about us lately? Do we have to misbehave for her to put us on her blog? She posted that latest photo of me (Mitzi) but didn't say anything about it, so I guess I better fill you in.
Mom took Daisy to the groomer a few weeks ago, so I shivered in expectation cuz I knew I would be next. My groomer is different that Daisy's because there's a man at Daisy's grooming place. I don't like men very much until I get to know them. Anyhow, my groomer is a lady who hugs and snuggles me, and smooches me. She tries to butter me up, but I know what she is up to.
So last Monday mom told me it was time for my groomer appointment. That's when I looked up and said, "Say what?" I tried my best with whimpering little sounds, and heart-tugging looks to tell her that I didn't want a skinny clip. It's getting too cold! Guess what? It worked! When we got to the groomer, mom told her, "I just want you to give her a scissor cut this time. It's too cold, and she is looking so cute this way." I know it takes longer for mom to brush me but I sure am glad she understood my whimperings. I told Daisy that we really do have good mom.
What do you think?

Gracie Joy

Gracie Joy Bauder

My dear friends in Jamestown, PA have sent me photos of their "zoo". Here is just one photo of their little doggie, a fairly new member of their family. Now, wouldn't you love to have this cutie to play with? I think she is well named, don't you? Look at that innocent face.

Janet reminded me of the time I did one of my "flying nun" acts and landed in the flower bed -- while she waited in the car wondering what was taking me so long. Ah yes. As my writing mentor, Anne Sirna, used to tell me (with wonderment in her eyes) -- "How wonderful. The Lord has given you so many interesting things to write about!"

Well, Janet, you and David picked a winner with Gracie.

She did it again



Mitzi



Our Mom gave us such a good time last night. It was bedtime. She hooked Daisy and me (Mitzi) together on our double leash arrangement to go potty. Then she said to Daisy, "I've got you where I want you, Dais," as she sprayed the anti-itch spray on her tail where she has a hot spot. Anyhow, she opened the door and let us out, closed the door and disappeared. Daisy looked at me and whispered, "C'mon, Mitz, let's split." She drug me down the steps and away we went.



Daisy



Now, you know I would not have run away. I'm Mommy's sidekick. It was all Daisy's fault. I had no choice but to follow cuz she's bigger than I am. I looked back over my shoulder, but Mom wasn't looking. Daisy never looked back. She just tore across the road dragging me along. I'm glad nothing was coming. Then Daisy drug me across the yards. It was kind of nice, I have to admit.

It was dark and cool, and it was raining a little, but we didn't mind that. We went past a few homes and came to a neat place in one of the yards that had a lot of interesting smells. So we stopped there to sniff around. All of a sudden a car pulled up beside us, a door opened, and I heard, "Mitzi, Daisy, c'mon." Caught. Daisy looked at me and I looked at her, and then back at Mom. She smiled, and said, "Good girls, c'mon, let's go for a ride."

Now I'm not too fond of car rides, but that was right up Daisy's alley. She flew to the car, dragging me alongside. Mom got out and let us in the front seat, with our wet, dirty feet. She never lets us up front with dirty feet. I mean, never! She drove us home, praised us for not going on the roads and staying in the Park. Then she escorted us into the house, dried us with a towel, and the whole time she was laughing and saying, "I can't believe it. I did it again." It's strange but Mom is still laughing. I wonder what's so funny?

Will you tell me?

I Know She Didn't Mean It

Or did she? When I arrived home from the flu shot ordeal yesterday, I was greeted by the two barking Bichons as usual. Not so usual was the ripped venetian blind on the front window. I knew it was Daisy. She's the rascal who tries to attack the cats through the window from the back of the couch.

"Daisy, what did you do?" I demanded (Well, what did it look like, Dummy?)

"It wasn't my fault," she seemed to impudently bark.

"What am I going to do with you?" I sighed.

"Just stay home or take me with you," her cute little face pleaded.

I got out the roll of scotch tape and taped the broken slats together. Then I moved the couch farther away from the window. I wonder if it will do any good? If not, there's always an adoption agency. Nah. What would Mitzi do?

Runaway Pooches

It wasn't their fault -- for a change. I fastened the canine kids to one of those double clasp thingees (don't know what they're called). Then I normally attach the thingee to a long lead from porch to yard. Well, I reckon I had a senior moment, cuz I let the pooches out the door (on the double strap) without attaching it to the lead. About 5 minutes later, a loud knock on the door caught me unawares. "Who's there?" I called. No answer. There I stood in robe and bare feet. Could it be son #2 who sometimes stops by in the morning? I peeked out the window. No, his truck wasn't there. I wonder why the dogs didn't bark? I opened the door a crack and spotted the young lady leaving the porch. "Did you knock, hon?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "Did you know your dogs are loose? You don't usually let them loose, so I was worried." Bless her, Lord! The pooches, joined together, were romping around the side of the house with glee. The helpful neighbor retrieved them, and the pooches joyfully continued their capers in the living room. Thus, the start of another day with the brave little Bichons. Gotta love 'em!

ODE TO MAN'S BEST FRIEND

When God made them the plan you see
Was very shrewd you will agree
He took His name, the highest blend
Completed the job of man's best friend
He took His holy name of GOD
and turned it backwards to make dog.
(Written by my brother)

Pesty Pooches --- (Pampered too!)

They are wonderful -- and wicked! Two peas in a pod are Mitzi and Daisy -- little white fluffy Bichon Frisse` doggies. How did this happen to me? I'm a large dog person. Or even medium. I owned a miniature daschund once, for 18 years. He was on my lap for 18 years too. Oh, I wouldn't have traded him for anything, but when he went to doggie heaven, I decided I would now own my own lap (except for the grands, of course). Now, here I am with two inherited rescue doggies -- you guessed it -- on my lap!
Penny -- the lapless one