Monday, October 24, 2011

Rescue Puppy!

I have posted this blog on behalf of Mia - rescue puppy.

Hi everyone. My name is Mia. I am a toy fox terrier. I am white with brown spots. Everyone tells me I look like a Chihuahua. I thought I would tell you a little bit about myself. Mom and dad call me a rescue puppy. I guess I came to them in sad shape. The vet told them they saved my life. I am glad for that.  Here is my before picture. I was having a seizure. I still have them but not nearly as often. I get peanut butter twice a day to help. Mom says she puts medicine in it but I can't even taste it. I don't like to talk about my life before mom and dad. It is just too sad.

I have to say after 7 months in my new home I am a new dog! Yes, i still have things to learn but I am so happy I am really going to try and do what mom and dad tell me. Sometimes it is just SO hard. I get so excited I just can't help myself. So now a little bit about the new me.

I'm alert, curious, and still shy. I play with toys now. Yes, they are technically cat toys but I am only 7 pounds - just the size of most cats so it works well for me.  Speaking of cats, my best friend is Sheena. The poor thing has to stay outside most of the time. When I go out to go potty, we play. I have to stay away from her claws though. She can get a bit carried away and scratch my nose. I run around and she rolls around on the ground. We have the best times. Sheena will even follow me down the road when I do my business. I am glad we are friends because the other cats in the family are not as receptive to me. Snoopy just ignores me even if I try to nip his ears. Suzi and Buddy, well I don't like them at all because they hiss at me.

I want to follow mom everywhere. I whine when I can't see her or be next to her. She is the best mom. I eat dinner at her feet and she will put human food into my bowl. She is naughty though because she buries it in the bottom of the bowl. Then I have to dig all the way down to get the morsel she left me. I still love her and put my doggie hair all over her clothes as a show of my love. If mom ever sits down, I will curl up right beside her as close as I can get. If she won't sit down, I climb all over my dad. He is so warm. I like to give him kisses too. He will watch movies sometimes and I curl up on his chest to sleep. It is THE BEST.

I have learned to bark when people come in the door at night. I also bark at things I don't like. These include: trombones, guitars, and evil laundry hampers! Those send me into fits of scared anger.  I also growl and snarl and snap at hair brushes when they are being used on my mom or dad. I am just trying to protect them you know.

Mom recently bought me a sweater. I HATE IT! I know I need it to go outside but it freaks me out and I forget how to walk when I am wearing it. Maybe soon she will post a picture on here so you can see me in it?  Well I'd better get back to doing my doggie things. Thanks for reading my entry.


Monday, October 17, 2011


I had the opportunity to fly the other day.  It gave me time to think how the same thing can have such a different perspective depending on how you look at it.

It was early to mid-morning. The sun was shining. I was heading out of town for a few days. I was feeling good. As we started our decent I looked at the solid wall of clouds. It was similar to this:

It made me want to jump out of the plane into them. They looked so fluffy and soft and how I would want my bed in heaven to feel. Heck, I'd like my bed on earth to feel that good but no such luck.  The closer we got to them, the more they looked like cotton candy. You could just reach out and feel the sticky sugar goodness.  It put me in such a good mood to have the sun shining and such beauty below me.  I can see where the saying cloud 9 came from.

Then we went through the beautiful fluffy stuff and  here is similar to how it looked below the cloud bank:

It was dark, gray, dingy. There was not one spot of sun. My entire mood changed. I wanted to be above the clouds playing. It was so beautiful up there and down here was the exact opposite! It was depressing. How could something so beautiful turn into something so depressing just by passing through it?

Just makes me think, just because you see something one way it may look totally different just by looking at things a different way. Maybe we should try that the next time we are having difficulties with a situation???

Thursday, October 13, 2011


This little audio clip is one of my MOST cherished treasures.

This is my now 13 year old daughter when she was 2 or 3. She had just learned to talk in sentances.  She is a smart little cookie and had memorized The Lord's Prayer.

Most times for me, the important things can NOT be purchased.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


Hi All,
Just a quick welcome post. I used to blog over on MySpace but we all know that is not really a great site to blog on any more. I am going to share thoughts and opinions I have on a wide range of topics. I love to blog and wanted a new one for a wider range of topics. Please feel free to comment, I enjoy reading your opinions also!

Talk to you soon.