Struttin' - er, Strollin' - With The Mutts

Hey, y'all:


Well, we fired up the baby buggy last Sunday an' hit the bricks at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway!


Now, I gotta confess somethin'. After all that pissin' an' moanin' I did, turns out ridin' in the baby buggy wasn't TOO bad. Mom got soaked but me an' O'Mally stayed dry (fer the most part. Dang mesh winduhs!).

Okay, O'Mally, like the bumper sticker says......sit down, shut up, an' HANG ON!!!

Here's us an' Holden (Sal's brother) comin' up on the first turn.

Hold up, bud.....I gotta make a pit stop. My breakfast burrito is fixin' tuh say "ADIOS!".

LITTLE PRIVACY, PLEASE!!!

(Mom's note: Hank exits the port-o-pot twenty minutes later, complains about the lack of reading material, and shouts to passersby "Y'ALL MIGHT NOT WANNA GO IN THERE FER A WHILE!!!")













Hey, y'all check this out! Holden's gonna knock over the can while I keep an eye out fer security! Tee hee!





























Okay, enough o' that tomfoolery.......time tuh do some serious struttin' with Sal, Uncle Kev and Aunt Laura. Uh, just in case yer wonderin', Sal's the one in the yellow slicker.























Holden was nice enough tuh hang back with O'Mally an' listen to her yap about her health an' all the medicines she takes an' her favorite show, Matlock, an' senior citizen discounts an' her luv fer cafeteria food.




























Finally, we made the whole two and a half miles! WINGO!!!



























I'm thinkin' I just might do this again next year. Better start carb loadin' now.


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I Wanna Ass You Somethin'..........

Whut in the heck would my folks do without me?


It's spring, an' like all y'all we got all kinds o' projects goin' on around the house. Helpin' dad restore his '64 Fairlane, sandin' an' paintin' the pool deck....heck, we're even gittin' a new roof! Now I don't mean tuh brag but I don't know HOW my folks ever got along before ME. Lemme take ya on a little pitcher tour.....


Here's me an' our neighbor, Shawn, an' dad workin' on the Fairlane. Hail, them ol' boys don't know the front end from the back end!




Then we got started on the pool deck. Aw, hail, I gotta git up there an' show him how it's done!




Beat it, O'Mally. This here's MAN'S work!




Alright, dad.....fire this sucker up an' I'll show ya how it's done.




My cuzzins, Robin an' Lily, an a couple o' their guy friends helped paint the pool deck. Kids....I tell ya what. Ya gotta watch 'em like a HAWK!




Next came the roofers. Now these ol' boys did a perty good job an' didn't need much supervision. Yep, they're a lot like me......




Hey, bud.....is that whipped cream?




Yep, these are MY kind o' guys!




Dang, that was a lot o' work. I'm exhausted!



So.....oncet again I ass you. Whut in the heck would my folks do without me???





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You'll Be In My Heart

Hi, friends:


Those of you who are my Facebook friends have already heard this story, but I am dedicating this post to a sweet pug girl, Rosie, who will always have a piece of my heart.


Rosie's family of eight years surrendered her to KPR this past weekend. The couple is getting divorced and, apparently, neither one felt the loyalty toward Rosie that I'm sure she felt toward them. They live in a part of the state that, it just so happens, Scott had to drive through on Sunday for his work as a truck driver. So, being the pug nut that I am, I hitched a ride in the big rig and made arrangements with the surrendering couple to pick up Rosie.

Rosie did a lot of panting and pacing in the truck but I chalked it up to being in a new situation and the drive itself. We got home that afternoon and Hank and Molly were quite taken with her! Rosie, however, continued to pant and seemed "lost". Not surprising, considering the situation, but she calmed down later in the evening.

Scott was home on Monday and "puggysat" while I was at work. It was a nice day so he went out with them several times throughout the day. While Hank and Molly followed him around or snoozed in the shade, Rosie spent most of the day sitting by the fence. I can't help but wonder if she was looking for her family.

As soon as I got home from work that evening Rosie and I headed south to her new foster home. The minute I pulled out of the driveway the pacing and panting started again. By the time I got to her foster home (a one and a half hour drive), she'd obviously "had it" with traveling and laid on the ground looking rather "pouty". I offered her water and her squeaky toy but she wasn't having it! So the foster mom and I sat with her for awhile and decided we'd let her call the shots. It got dark soon after so I made my way back home.

Yesterday afternoon as I was leaving work I received a phone call so shocking that it took my breath away. Rosie had died early that morning.

According to the foster, she took Rosie home and bathed her and sat with her for a few hours. Around 3:00 in the morning she finally settled down, so the foster let Rosie sleep and went to bed. When she got up later that morning, she went to check on Rosie and she was gone.

In my time with the pug rescue (three years) I have transported MANY dogs but never experienced anything like this. Words cannot describe how this has hurt my heart. So many times I have wondered if I couldn't have done something for her. Maybe she had some underlying health condition. We'll never know but I am firmly convinced the emotional upheaval of it all was just too much this little lady.


Rosie, I will never forget you. You deserved better. At least you found your forever home at The Bridge.

Awwwwwwww.......HAILLLLL!!!!

I done missed my FIRST bloggoversary!!! March 27 came an' went an' now it's a whole WEEK later!!! Time stands still fer no pug I tell ya what!

Dang, it's hard tuh buhlieve it's been a whole year since I done my first blog. Well, since I'm doin' it on the fly I'm just gonna show yuh some o' my favrite pitchers from the past year.

Uh, yeah....an' a few o' O'Mally ('cause mom said I had to.)












































































THE END!!!



Pee S: Thanks fer followin' along this year!


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