Grrrreat art !!!

I very much wish that you could have been with me today. I went to this wonderful studio to look for a piece of art for my next writing project. I only put 3 pictures here. They are just a tiny bit of what I think are my very much favorites. I was so facinated. I can't believe these grrrreat things. I have no idea how I am going to write a story that will match the quality of this man's work. Yikes !!! I thought it would get easier after my story about Ms. Sue's painting.

I am sad to say that I did not get to meet the artist. Mom says he is very much nice. She also says that he knows where Lori and cousin Sarge live. He has even played golf on the course right below their house!!!! Lori was really surprised to find out that he had been to Tionesta.

I will be sharing pictures from Mr. Alan Cottrill's studio for the next few days. I hope you love them as much as I do.

I am such a lucky dachshund. Don't you think?

Lucky the dog.

I nearly fainted when I heard
this story. You are very much not going to believe this one. It was on the news yesterday that some very very mean people in Arizona THREW THEIR DOG OUT OF THEIR CAR. What were they thinking? Fortunately there were some good people who saw it happen. They stopped and got the poor pup and took him to a vet. He had a lot of broken bones and he had not been well fed. The people at the vet's office named the dog Lucky. I think that must be because he is lucky to be away from those awful people who did not take good care of him. There were pictures of Lucky. He was still limping, but will be able to live a good life and be able to make some people very happy when he finds a GOOD family to live with.
There is no excuse for someone to do such a horrible thing. It does not make any sense. If they couldn't take care of Lucky they should have taken him to an animal shelter. Why would they throw him out of a moving car? What would make anyone be so mean and stupid. If they ever get caught, I hope they get a terrible terrible punishment. Not just something like a fine or even going to jail. I hope they can't sleep at night. I hope that they constantly worry about dogs biting them at every possible chance. I hope they are ashamed and miserable. I hope that for the rest of their lives they have people pointing at them and shouting at them every time they go out. Bad people need to have bad things happen to them.

I had to babysit last night

Mom went to some kind of meeting last night. It was not something that I had to go to, so I had to babysit my dad. It is a very much hard job for me because he can be quite difficult at times. When mom isn't here dad takes full advantage of the lack of supervision to get into things that he is NEVER allowed to be near when she is here. Stuff like getting out two kinds of lunchmeat and opening them both up and making huge big sandwiches dispite the fact that it is very much bad for him to have all of that at once. Of course he gets in trouble when mom sees what he had done.

To prevent that sort of bad scene, it became my job to help him out a bit. It is a hard job but someone has to be the responsible one. So, when dad opened a brand new pack of bologna last night, It fell on me to help him get rid of the evidence.

Like I said dad can be kind of tricky. I should have known there was something wrong when he offered to give me $5.00 more than mom had already paid me for babysitting. Can anyone explain what "hush money" means? I might have looked it up in the dictionary, except my tummy was so full that it hurt.

Safety First

Someone asked about how safe it is for them to post a comment on my blog. They were afraid that they might get a virus or some spam stuff. First let me tell you about Spam. The kind that comes in a can and that the eat tons of in Hawaii, is not very much good stuff. I tried it once and it is pretty yucky stuff. That is not the same kind of spam that you get on a computer. It is pretty yucky, too.
When I said that I wanted a blog of my very much own, my mom started asking lots and lots of questions and looking up things on HER OLD POOPIE COMPUTER. She would not let me have a blog until she could find one that was pretty safe for my and for the people that might read it.
That is why there are those funny squiggly letters that you have to type in to make a comment. Those things can not be read by spammers. I don't understand how this all works, I just know that mom says it is the best protection system that she could find.

She would not let me have a thingy on Facebook and she says I can't do the Twitter thing (yet) either.
So, this was the blog host that mom said protects you and me. At least as much as anything on the internet can be protected.
Whenever you see those funny looking letters that you have to type in, it is an OKAY thing to do. I love to have comments to answer.

Good Deeds

I have been trying to think about positive things in this troubled time. In the last few days there have been two very good stories on the Columbus news about people who have done very much brave things.
A taxi driver saw a house on fire and he helped save the people inside. Then a few days later two people were delivering ads bags to a neighborhood they had never been in before, and they saw a house on fire. Once again complete strangers jumped in and did the right thing. They saved everyone in that house.
So, I am thinking that no matter how bad things get, people can do good things. There is hope for all of us. Gee, I feel better just knowing that there really are GRRRRReat people in the world. Don't you???
P.S. Maybe this means that there is still some hope for that Jim the Grinch Guy. he he he

Short

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I'm short. I can't look a Gr. Dane or Greyhound in the eye. Unless I happened to be standing on a table. My pespective on the world is a bit different from that of others. I may be little but that does not mean that I don't matter. It doesn't mean that I can't get things done. It doesn't mean that I don't have BIG ideas. I may be short, but I am also LONG.

Being long, reminds me that being the first to arrive and the last to leave are not necessarily the important things. It is what happens in the middle that really counts. My mind might arrive first, but my heart is in the middle. I have a lot of middle. he he he I have noticed that there is a lot of middle in this world.

People who always want to be first are not always the ones who are the best. People who are last are not always the worst. I think those who are in the middle are the ones who really get to the heart of the things that matter most. They are the glue that holds the whole thing together.

butt scooter day

Yesterday was just a stinky poop day. My mom got that very much awful sweeper thing out, and she took all of my toys and stuff back to my room. She knows that I work very much hard to get my favorite things brought into the living room where I like to play with them. She also knows that I hate that sweeper thing. I have to go to the den when she does that stuff. It all makes me so mad that I actually think about peeing on some of her stuff.

I don't do mean things to her, so why does she take my toys away and make me have to cry and worry about bringing them back where the SHOULD be. If I could get in the closet, I would just chew the cord off that sweeper thingy. It took me 4 hours to get all my best stuff back where I wanted it. That is just too butt sniffing much work for me to have to do. It isn't fair at all.

Today isn't starting out much better. I went out to make my morning pee and there was snow all over my grass. I made some of it turn yellow. he he he

Did you hear that Hersey is closing its Peppermint Patty factory down? There will be 300 people who lose their jobs. And those jobs are going to be sent to Mexico. Mom got an email yesterday asking everyone to boycott all Hersey products until they bring those jobs back. I like that idea. I'm not allowed to have chocolate anyway. I don't think it will bother anyone to give up Hershey chocolate to keep 300 jobs, do you???? Let's stick together and force Hershey to bring back the jobs. I like this. It is the "pack mentality" and we dachshunds have always known that a pack can get more done than just one dachshund can do alone!!!

If I can get into Obama's cabinet, this is just the kind of stuff I would work one. I could accomplish some very much grrrrreat stuff for animals AND PEOPLE.

Talking about spring

On the news this morning
they were talking about getting ready to plant gardens. I was very much glad to hear this kind of talk. I know my dad
will be excited to get
started with this work. he he he We all three like to dig in the dirt. I guess having had dachshunds for years and years they learned to love the finer things in life.
Because there is supposed to be some snow and poopy old ice today, we went to the store yesterday. I could not believe what I saw when I went down the road. That Jim the Grinch Guy might have taken down his Christmas Lights, but he didn't take down all his decorations!!! This is just one more example of what he is really like. Just when I thought he was getting better... Poor Fawn Tell. I don't know how she puts up with him.
My mom says that even though her name sounds like Fawn Tell when people say it, that is not the way I should put the letters together to make her name. Well, I like it this way and I am not going to change it. I think she is nice like a fawn would be. So, I don't care what mom says. Fawn Tell is going to be Fawn Tell and that is that. So there, Mom.
I keep putting up pictures of the vases. This one shows just how big there are compared to a person. I loved having all the vases in our little town during our Art Walk weekend last summer. That was a one and only exhibition though. There are only five that actually stayed in our town permanently. I wish they could have all stayed though.

Its coming again

Yuck, the weatherman just said that I am going to get snowed on again. I don't understand why this has to happen. I very much hate it. That is the bad news. I do have some good news though.
My mate Barney is finally back at his home in Australia. He was staying in a very much fun place that had horses, kids, and dogs while his mum was here visiting. Barney got put on a diet and lost 10 pounds and... one collar. He sent me an email today and said that he really had a lot of fun but missed his mum something fierce. He did say that he had learned some grrrreat tricks while he was away. He learned to jump on furniture and... steal his mum's bisquit (cookie) while she was not looking. he he he He is very much proud of that trick. I have missed my emails with Barney. Glad he is home.

I hope he got to sniff some really grrrreat horse poop.

Finally !!

After only 48 days!!!
Jim the Grinch Guy has taken his Christmas Lights down. Now I can finally say Good Bye to
to Santa Paws. Of course... the Grinch is going to have to get those things back out in just 9 months. he he he

He told my dad that he was going to put up his Easter things. I suppose those things will be up for the Fourth of July.

I have been listening to all of the bad economic news. People are so worried about what is going to happen. They just can't seem to stop talking about bad scary things. I wish that there was a news channel that only talked about the good things that happen in the world. I am sure that there are some super people (and animals) that are doing some wonderful things. I did hear yesterday about a border collie that saved its mom from a house fire. I would have liked to hear more of that story. We need more good stories like that. Lets start looking for some sunshine and spread it around. Down with gloom and doom.

My Story for Writer's Groups

Love Story by Frankie Furter Price Feb. 09

(This blog thingy does not make indented places like were in my real copy. You might be able to tell where they are by the big spaces though.) Once upon a time, in a place far away, a little girl sat on her porch steps wishing for a friend. She had used every good luck charm that she knew of. The wishbone from a chicken, the four leaf clover she discovered in her side yard, and of course, that famous first star she watched for every evening. Nothing seemed to work. She had been wishing for a friend for as long as she could remember. She sat alone listening to the sounds of summer fun being had by the kids on the street behind her house. They laughed and squealed and yelled, all things that Alicia simply could not do. Alicia was so painfully shy that she could not bring herself to talk to people, let alone make the joyful noises that other children made. Alicia’s dark curly hair nearly covered her eyes. She liked it that way. It was her way of hiding herself from the people around her. She also wore long sleeves and long skirts or pants, even in the hottest of weather for the same effect. It was the gentle tug on her mint green skirt that caused her to recoil. She had been so busy wishing, that she had not seen or heard the puppy’s approach. A very small, terribly thin, tan and white pup dropped a mouthful of green material, and fell to its side. The fleas and ticks that covered the pitiful animal did not deter the ten year old. She gently lifted the trembling animal into her arms. “My friend needs help.” Alicia’s mother was stunned, as much by the seldom heard voice of her daughter, as she was at the sight of the dog she was holding. The vet bill had been staggering. Her mother didn’t seem to mind though. She kept laughing and crying and telling everyone in the office that she couldn’t believe her daughter had spoken to them at all, let alone giving them all the information and insight into the care needed for the gravely ill dog, which Alicia had named Lucky. Hours later, Alicia and Lucky returned to the front steps. She had not uttered a word since leaving the Vet’s office. The pup, full and free of parasites, lay beside the girl and looked at her with deep affection. They were in physical and mental touch. They were friends. No words were needed. Alicia tried to figure out which talisman had worked. Maybe it didn’t matter.

Katlin, I did this for your mom

I am just checking to see if I can cut and paste into my Blog.
Hey Katlin, look what I did just for your mom. Well, my mom did help me a little bit.
I wish I could have talked to you last night when mom talked to your mom and dad. I'm not allowed to use the phone any more. There was an 'incident' and now I am grounded from the phone. Aloha , Frankie



Wow! It worked. Now that I found out that I can do this, I will be able to let you read some of the things that I write for my groups. You know, my writing homework assignments.

Here is my Poem

Puppy Love
I went to the park one day.
I went there just to play.

I didn't dream that I'd find,
A sweet girl to fill my mind.

Her ears were short and they stuck up,
Darn, ws she a darling pup.

Her hair was white and a bit wiry.
I approached slowly, and made my inquiry.

"You surely have a cute face.
Want to find something to chase?"

We sniffed each other then raced around.
I believed my soul mate had been found.

While in that park, as we romped and tarried,
Our people met, and later married.
by Frankie Furter Price

President's Day

Today is President's Day. I am hoping that this will be the day that President Obama calls me to say he wants me in his cabinet. I want to be the Secretary of Animal Care and Protection. I am sure you remember that. I'm also sure that you know how many animals are not taken care of the way the should be. I will work tirelessly (around my nap times, of course) to find ways to ensure that all animals are tended to in safe and loving ways. They all have feelings and needs that should not be neglected.

When you have a dream, you are supposed to visualize yourself in that situation. That is why I keep putting my picture of me in mom's cabinet. Today her cabinet...tomorrow, Obama's. he he he

I want to encourage people to donate food to animal shelters. I will be giving another bag of food to the shelter at the end of this month.

Need to have Growlin Times Stories

I have to go to two writer groups this week. I need to sit down at my YapStop and write some Valentine/Love stories. I have lots of love to give to my people and they give me love too. That should make this very much easy to write about, but it isn't really that easy. At least for me it isn't. I am going to have to take a little nap and try to dream up a couple of grrreat stories about love stuff.
Then mom told me yesterday that there is going to be a poetry contest soon. I don't write very good poems, but mom says I have to try to do something for this too. This writing stuff is kind of hard. Yep, a nap is definitely needed.

Happy Growlin Time Day to you !!!

This is my mom & dad's Growlin Time Day card. They have not seen it yet. I have it hidden until my dad gets home from helping Merle the Marvelous Meat Maker Man and Jim the Grinch Guy butcher a beef. I hope that Merle the Marvelous remembers to send me something good.

I went to the play practice for the Pirate Play. I am very much worried about this one because I won't get to see the place where we are going to do the play until right when we are ready to do the play. I am afraid that I won't have time to learn where I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to do things. I am very much nervouse about this and I don't think I really want to do it. I don't want to disappoint anyone, but I also don't want to make the play not be right. I am going to have to think very very much hard on this.

Did you know that President Obama is still trying to pick his cabinet people? I guess that means there is still hope for me yet.

wind is gone

My friend helped me to buy a Growlin Times Day card for my mom and dad. I could not be in the picture with it. They are going to be very much surprised because they don't know they are going to get this card. I want them to know how very much I love them. I just don't understand how this Growlin Time Thing works. Growling does not mean love to dachshund. People just get things all turned around sometimes. Sort of like how the wind yesterday turned everything around in my yard.

Woooowie did we ever have some awful wind for two days. I very much did not like it. It took dad and I three hours to put things back where they belonged. My big brush pile was blown all apart and some of the best parts were clear down over the hill. I am very much glad things are quiet and back to normal now.

Today my dad went with Jim the Grinch Guy to get our hog butchered by Merle the Marvelous Meat man. He will be gone most of the day. I had my mom bake two pies for them to eat with their lunch. I even sent Merle the Marvelous a Growlin Time Day Card, but not one for that Grinch Guy. he he he That will teach him to be so mean all the time. After dad spends all day with the Grinch he will come home and be acting just like that guy. It will take me days to get him re-trained to be nice again. Maybe his Growlin Times Day card will help get him back to normal a little faster. I very much hope so.

Gizmo and the Grinch guy

My mom and I went to the city today and when she was pumping gas, my friend Gizmo's mom saw her. They did a lot of talking stuff. Gizmo is my friend from the Lake. He has a pontoon boat that is berthed by mine. Gizmo's mom said that he had been very much bad lately. You won't believe this, Gizmo tore up his mom's favorite chair!!! I think I know why he did it. It is a combination of... missing his boat and lake, and Jim the Grinch Guy. Winter time our boats are in dry dock. They have to stay there for a very much long number of days. Way too many days to suit Gizmo and I. Then, I will just bet, that Jim the Grinch has put one of his evil spells on poor little Gizmo.

While mom and I were in town, my dad had to go to Merle the Marvelous Meat Man's house. They were butchering a hog for Clifford the not big red dog guy. I love Merle the Marvelous. He sent me a very much good kidney. Mom will cook it for me tomorrow. She is also going to bake a grape and a mincemeat pie for Merle the Marvelous. That is because Merle is a very much great guy.

Jim the Grinch guy was with dad today, and he will be there on Friday when Merle the Marvelous butchers MY hog. That is why mom has to make the pies. Merle loves pies. If Jim the Grinch guy gives Merle a hard time.... Merle won't let him have any pie. He He He.

My dad says that Jim the Grinch said today, "Fawn Tell cooked my ham too long, and made it like shoe leather." If Fawn Tell finds out he said that... ouch.

P.S. After that awful experience yesterday, when mom did not take me to her meeting... I made dachshund sure that I did not get left behind today. I surprised mom by running down the steps to the den and sitting right at the door to the garage. Jennifer the Jeep lives in the garage. When mom opened the door... I ran right to Jennifer's door and sat down waiting for her to help me in !!!!!! I was very much brave !!!! Mom was proud of me.

mom is a meanie

I just can not believe what my mom did last night. She went to a meeting and did not take me. Shocking. Truly shocking. I don't know why she didn't take me. I was just left here all alone to baby sit dad. I suppose they had cheese there. All I got were dumb old milkbone snacks. Sure, dad did give me 4 of them, but they certainly are NOT cheese.

When she got home I was very much scolding her in my very loudest voice.

Maybe this is what this Growlin' Time stuff is all about. I know I was mad enough to make some growlie sounds at her. I hope this stuff never happens again. She should know that I very much always want to go where she goes, even if she does go in that stupid old Jennifer the stinking Jeep. I guess you can tell that I am still PEED OFF about this whole situation.

I am thinking maybe I just might let that Jim the Grinch Guy give mom a very much hard time. That will teach her a thing or to. Maybe I will even scoot my butt on the carpet. I wish I could make her grounded from the internet like she does with me. She really does need to be punished. So, what do you think? What would be a fitting punishment for leaving me at home?

Jim the Grinch Guy

That darned Jim the Grinch Guy is at it again. He is trying to trick everyone into buying him Christmas presents again I think. I went down the road with mom and dad yesterday (in Jennifer the Jeep) and just guess what I saw at the Grinch Guy's house. He still has his Christmas decorations up and it is almost Growlin' Time Day. Can you believe that? He is just a trickster that is all. Don't pay any attention to him. It is NOT time to give him Christmas gifts again already. He should be ashamed and he should also get those Lights and Santa Paws hat down. Keeping them up all year long is NOT the way to get his decorating done before MY DAD does. It just won't count.

I hope my Australian mates Barney and Kenzo are OKAY. There have been terrible fires and awful heat there. I am very much worried about my mates. Barney's mum is going to be going home to OZ today. I know that Barney will be very much glad to see her. I would not ever want my mom to go away and leave me for two months.

Weird Holiday

First let me tell you that growling is a very much RUDE thing to do. No nice dachshund growls unless it is because they are afraid of something.

So why would any one ever celebrate growling???

That is what people are getting ready to do on Saturday. I just don't understant why people would send cards and flowers and candy and then wish them HAPPY GROWLIN' TIME Day. It is just rude to growl and no one should do it when they are Happy! It is just weird weird weird, I say. We should be polite and avoid growlin' at all cost. Now I do understand why my mom and dad would want to be happy and celebrate on February 14th. because it is a very much special day for them. It is the day that they adoped each other 40 years ago. They call it their anniversary day. They almost never growl at each other. I am certainly not going to be growlin' at anyone on Saturday. I prefer to lick and wag and just love everybody. I wish everyone felt like I do.

I was so tired yesterday.

This is a picture that mom took at the First Friday gallery tour. It is actually the painting that she wrote her story about. I was so very much stressed and worried about how things would go on Friday that it left me worn out even yesterday. It was pretty nice here yesterday, but I just couldn't hardly get out and play. I am going to make up for it today though. It got so very much warm yesterday and last night that every bit of that awful snow and ice melted away. WHEEEE. Brushpiles here I come.

P.S. For those of you who like to keep up on that Jim the Grinch Guy... I think he and dad are going to be going to Merle the Meat Man's to butcher things for me this week. I am sure I will have some stories for you. he he he

My Story about a Painting

This is Sue Hall. She is an artist. This is one of her favorite pictures. She painted it many years ago. That is her husband coming back from watering all of her beautiful flowers for her. I think that was a very much wonderful and loving thing for him to do, don't you? This is the painting that I wrote my story about. Tonight mom took me to the First Friday gallery hop so that I could have my story read for Sue. You know that I am too shy to read my things sooooo my very good friend Paul said that he would read most of the story and mom could read the parts where I had Sue talking. Sue let me sit on her lap while they read. There were a lot of people there. They got quiet and listened while Paul and mom read. You will not believe this part.
When they finished reading... the people all CLAPPED for Sue's Painting. Isn't that GRRREAT!
Something else happened too. They had some very much good CHEESE, and I got a bunch of it. Yummy. I want to say a very much BIG BIG Thank you to Paul for reading my story for me. Licks and Wags to you PAUL!!!! You are a GRRRREAT guy.

I got to see a whole bunch of the people who are in my writing groups. That made me feel good. I was having my story read in front of some people that I know. They are always so nice to me. I am a very much lucky dachshund.

I think that this was the very best night of my whole life.

Seeing art work tonight

I am on a porcupine theme. Yesterday was a real one, today is this very much cute and original piece of art. This porcupine was made of different types of metal things.
His face is a garage door hinge, his legs are concrete reinforcing bars, his tail is the spout from and oil can, and his prickly body was made of a chimney cleaning brush. The best part of the whole thing is that this was all conceived by an artist who is completely blind. Amazing isn't it?
My mom loved it so much that she bought it and gave it to my "sister" Lori's husband for his birthday last year. You will remember that it is in Lori's tree where yesterday's porky picture was taken. So this porkey is just perfect for sitting on their front porch. This picture was taken during last year's ART WALK in our little town. Mom made a sneaky quiet deal with the artist so Lori wouldn't try to buy the porky herself. he he he It ended up being a very much big surprise when we delivered it to Pennsylvania. I like that kind of stuff.

Tonight is First Friday art gallary tour. It is held the first Friday of every month in a city near where I live. Mom says they will have cheese snacks, by the way. I have to go because the story I wrote about one of the paintings will be read. My friend Paul will do the reading, because he knows how shy I am. I do the writing, but not the public speaking. It will be very much exciting for me. I am thinking of wearing my tuxedo. Mom says no, it is a very casual thing, but I want to dress up very much handsome for my artist.
I know where my tuxedo is. I just can't reach that high up. I think I can talk my dad into getting it down for me. He is easy for me to teach things to. he he he
I am going to insist that mom takes her camera. I'll do my best to get a good picture of my artist and her painting. Maybe even my friend Paul. I am very much excited about all of this.

My word still stands

I am still "sticking" to my promise of eating my supper every day. I thought I would look through my pictures to see if something would reflect my mind set.

This is a picture of a porcupine up in a tree. Now those guys really know how to "stick to things". Mom took this picture from my cousin Sarge's back deck. You have to look closely at that big dark blob you can actually see some of his quills "sticking" up on his back. Porcupines eat leaves twigs and bark. They usually stay in trees during the day. At night they come down and move around more. We don't have any of them living here. Cousin Sarge lives on top of a mountain in Pennsylvania. That is where I found my Bear Poop pile. It is not really safe for me to go outside by myself there. Between the porkies, bear, and the neighborhood cougar, mom and dad always go out with me when I need to make potty. Sarge can go out by himself though because he is pretty big, and no one would want to get him anyway. But I am not allowed to say that, so please forget my last remark. he he he

So my big "point" is that I am still keeping my New Year's Resolution. I want to be able to donate another bag of food to the shelter at the end of February.

New Writers's Group for me

I am just so happy. I finally made it to the new writer group last night. They were so very much nice to me. I felt so welcome and wanted. No one made fun of me because I am little. I went around an met the people that I did not know. When the meeting was over I showed one person where the extra chairs were supposed to go. She did a grrrreat job of following me into that room.

I do need to tell you that I did have an accident though. Now, not that kind... shame on you. I sat on my very own chair beside mom. It was so slippery that... I slid off the back. You won't believe this one.......... no one laughed or made fun of me. Mom just covered the chair with her coat and then helped me back up. It was not slippery then, so I was just fine.

The people read some very much good stories and poems. My friend Paul read a story that was his best ever. It was so sad that a couple of people almost cried. Wow. Mom says that writing should always cause people to emote. Paul's surely did.

I had a nice visit with Jim the Grinch Guy yesterday. He and dad and I had lots of very important stuff to talk about. He is getting better about things. This time he did not eat any of my cheese. Maybe he can be trained. Mom remembered that my mate Kenz0 had said to give Jim the Grinch some Vegemite. So I had her do that. Jim the Grinch Guy did not like Vegemite one bit better than I do. he he he. I was hoping he would though. Just so he wouldn't ask for my cheese. Jim the Grinch and dad were making plans to buy a pig. They will butcher it for us. Merle the Meat Man will make the very much good sausage that we love. So, like I said, this was a visit that was important. Yummmmy stuff being planned.

a Little Nervous today

If we don't get any more snow today, I am going to my new writer's group meeting tonight. Mom has gone there many times. Then they invited me to join. The problem is that ever since the night the invited me... we have had one snow after another on the day of their meetings. Mom has not even been able to make their meetings since way back in November.

I don't know these people. I have an introduction written and ready to have mom read to them. I want them to like me. My only problem is, Mom says that they don't have very much good cheese snacks at this meeting, like they do at my first group.

My mate, Kenzo and his mum liked the big vase that I had on yesterday's post. I thought I would put several more in. If you look behind the vase you will see ME. It kind of gives you an idea of how large the vases really are. My dad is completely hidden behind the vase. This one was actually painted by a whole group of high school art students.

Wish me luck tonight. If I get to go... I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Yesterday was SOUP-R-BOWL day

I knew it was soup-r-bowl day because my mom made POTATO SOUP. It is my favorite because she puts very much good milk and cheese in it. I am not allowed to eat the potatoes, but that is ok by me. That nice warm cheesey milk is all flavored with the carrots onions celery and potatoes anyway.

I was pretty surprised to learn that people on my TV knew that mom had made a SOUP-R-BOWL of potato soup for my supper. There was a big football game in honor of my mom's soup. They really went all out celebrating her soup. Who would have thought. Even Barak Obama went on television talking about what an exciting day SOUP-R-BOWL day was. I just can't get over it. They are still talking about it today. I just didn't realize that my mom's soup was this famous. It was a very much grrrrreat pot of soup, by the way. Well worth all all of the TV celebration.
This is Groundhog day. They said on TV that he did see his shadow so that means that I am going to have to put up with six more weeks of winter. That is really stink butt news.
My Picture today is of one of the 6 feet tall vases that local artists painted. I don't know who did this one. I like it though.

the SUN IS SHINING

I am very much happy. The sun is out and the temperature has come up above freezing for the first time in days. We are going to have some serious melting of this yucy old ice and snow. I may get to play out for more than 10 mins..
Yesterday that mean old hawk was back. He grabbed a bird and ate it right in my yard. It was very much awful. It was too cold for me to go out there and make him go away. I feel like a real slacker.
Tomorrow is Ground Hog day. That means that if he comes out and sees his shadow he will be scared and run back into his hole for six more weeks of winter. But if it is dark and gloomy he will come out and not be afraid. That will mean that we only have 42 more days of winter. I want it to be dark and maybe even be snowing so he gets us an "early" spring. he he he That ground hog is really a sneakey little devil. he he he
Today is a very much important anniversary for my mom. It has been 365 days of be-tiredment for her. Yea !!! I am so happy that she be-tired. I hated it when she went away every day and made me baby sit my dad all day.

When I had to watch my dad all day it was very much difficult for me. He does not behave himself very much. He was always doing things that I did not want him to be doing. He did not want to do my things like mom does. It is very very much better on this hill now that my mom is home everyday. I have her very much trained to do what I want done. he he he