MOM WANTS AN iPHONE!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The bathtub was invented in 1850 and the telephone in 1875. In other words, if you had been living in 1850, you could have sat in the bathtub for 25 years without having to answer the phone." Bill DeWitt
TODAY IS: National Chocolate Day
Mom wants an iPhone. It's her new obsession, and she won't stop campaigning until she gets one.
Daisy is right. I am obsessed.
My first glimpse of an iPhone was purely accidental. Our painting contractor was sitting at our table when he started swiping the phone with his finger. I wondered, What was this magical device? My curiosity got the best of me, and I was fascinated with his apps. Mind you, I had no idea at the time what an app even was. But instinctively I knew it had to be something good.
Shortly thereafter, though, I forgot all about the iPhone...until my friend Mary got one. My first thought was, What is Mary going to do with an iPhone? She's the one who rarely even has her cell phone turned on. Now, Mary knows how to text, e-mail, take pictures, and who knows what else she's learned on her new phone. I'm sure she'll be teaching me a few things.
My interest in an iPhone began to pique again. But it went into full obsession mode in October when we held a family reunion. Daughter-in-law, Dani, had an iPhone. After I saw Dani's phone, and she demonstrated how easy it was to learn, I was hooked.
Now all I had to do was convince Don that I needed an iPhone. Not an easy task since Don didn't think we needed one. He told me the phones we had served their purpose...to make and receive phone calls. But I had a difference of opinion with him, and I began my campaigning.
Every opportunity I had, I'd say to Don, "If I had an iPhone I could go on the Internet and find out the hockey score of the Tampa Bay Lightning for you." When we went to our local fed ex store, we found it had closed down. I said, "If I had an iPhone, I bet we could find another fed ex drop off nearby." When my dry cleaners moved to a location too far to travel, I said, "If I had an iPhone I could find a nearby cleaners." And so it went on and on until I began to sound like a parrot!
While campaigning for my iPhone, and in an effort to be well informed of my quest, I learned about apps. They are amazing. There's an app for everything from games and gas stations to weather and restaurants. Sports have their own apps, too.
Here's an example of what an app can do: While waiting in line at Epcot for their annual Candlelight Processional one rainy evening, I casually mentioned to Don, "I wonder how the Green Bay Packers are doing."
No sooner did I get those words out of my mouth when the man in front of us pulled out his iPhone. A few seconds later, I was happy to learn that the Packers were going to remain undefeated. Just visit an app store and find out for yourself. There are over 500,000 apps to choose from. That man had the NFL app.
Hmm, I wonder, Is there an app for nudist resorts?
But, my need (want) for an iPhone became even more imperative when I ran into Dan and Pam on my morning walk with Daisy. They told me all about their new iPhone 4S...a phone that talks and answers questions! How amazing is that. Don wasn't impressed. He said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't want a phone that talks."
I said, "You don't have to get one. I do."
Whatever mom did, she did it right. An iPhone is definitely in her future. Only 54 more days and counting!
I think I just wore him down!
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
MY FURLESS FRIENDS!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich." Louis Sabin
THIS IS: Safe Toys and Gifts Month
Living here is the greatest! I've made plenty of furless friends who don't have a dog of their own.
When mom takes me on my morning walks, I see the regulars. I first met Martha and Jack at the recycle bins. Now, they like to say hi and pet me when I pass their house. Their strokes are so gentle on my fur.
We usually see Sally and Mike, too. They are always taking their morning walk. I know if they had a dog they'd treat it well. I always get smiles from them and, of course, I get petted.
And then there's Jack. who is one of my favorites. I always look for him when we pass his house, but I usually see him cutting a resident's grass. He pets me in a playful manner, and it feels so good.
And then there's another Jack (There are a lot of Jacks here.) who grows beautiful rose bushes in his backyard. He once told my mom that she and I have a special connection that he sees when we walk by his house.
And then there's Irene, who never remembers my name. But then again, she doesn't remember much of anything these days. Irene is a sweet lady who loves to pet me. I'm extra gentle when I see her, and sometimes I'll give her a kiss on her hand. She's always saying, "She's wissing me." I'll wag my tail like crazy, and Irene just laughs.
Mom told me someday I'll make a good therapy dog, and I think she's right. A therapy dog can make a sad person smile, a sick person feel a little better, a lonely person feel like she has a friend, and best of all a therapy dog can make a child giggle with the wag of a tail.
It seems like I do all of that already, but mom thinks I need to be older and settled down. So for now, I'll keep doing what I do, and when I grow up, I think I'll be that therapy dog mom wants me to be.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich." Louis Sabin
THIS IS: Safe Toys and Gifts Month
Living here is the greatest! I've made plenty of furless friends who don't have a dog of their own.
When mom takes me on my morning walks, I see the regulars. I first met Martha and Jack at the recycle bins. Now, they like to say hi and pet me when I pass their house. Their strokes are so gentle on my fur.
We usually see Sally and Mike, too. They are always taking their morning walk. I know if they had a dog they'd treat it well. I always get smiles from them and, of course, I get petted.
And then there's Jack. who is one of my favorites. I always look for him when we pass his house, but I usually see him cutting a resident's grass. He pets me in a playful manner, and it feels so good.
And then there's another Jack (There are a lot of Jacks here.) who grows beautiful rose bushes in his backyard. He once told my mom that she and I have a special connection that he sees when we walk by his house.
And then there's Irene, who never remembers my name. But then again, she doesn't remember much of anything these days. Irene is a sweet lady who loves to pet me. I'm extra gentle when I see her, and sometimes I'll give her a kiss on her hand. She's always saying, "She's wissing me." I'll wag my tail like crazy, and Irene just laughs.
Mom told me someday I'll make a good therapy dog, and I think she's right. A therapy dog can make a sad person smile, a sick person feel a little better, a lonely person feel like she has a friend, and best of all a therapy dog can make a child giggle with the wag of a tail.
It seems like I do all of that already, but mom thinks I need to be older and settled down. So for now, I'll keep doing what I do, and when I grow up, I think I'll be that therapy dog mom wants me to be.
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
PLAYMATES - Part II
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A cat sees us as the dog...A cat sees himself as a human." Unknown
THIS IS: The last day of Adopt A Senior Pet Month
This blog is dedicated to the memory of Pumpkin, a feline who mom told me was just as cute as a baby tiger with her unusual striped fur and who left this earth far too soon.
As I mentioned, I have two furry siblings. As the weeks went by in my new home, mom and dad started leaving the secret door open more and more. Mickey and Minnie ventured out of that room more frequently now, but I still wasn't allowed to play chase with them. Mom and dad would scream out my name, and I would stop dead in my tracks!
Not only was I forced to stay away from Mickey and Minnie, they even lived by their own set of house rules that were very different from mine.
Mealtime: Why do those darn cats get to eat their meals on the counter while I must eat my meals on the floor? I tell you, it just is not fair. I tried eating a meal off the counter once, but I got scolded. How did I know that a frozen (and raw) chicken breast was meant for dad's supper? And that cooked chicken breast a few weeks later that was on the coffee table? It was at my eye level for Pete's sake. I thought it was meant for me.
Bedtime: When mom and dad first brought me home, I had to sleep in my kennel. I didn't see any kennels for Mickey or Minnie. They were able to roam around at night and sleep wherever they wanted...usually in the warm and cozy bed with mom and dad.
Outings: Again, I was put in my kennel while Mickey and Minnie were free to roam around the house when mom and dad were out. My kennel felt safe and was comfortable. Mom and dad had a nice pad for me to lay on, and I had plenty of water. But, gee, who wouldn't rather be able to roam around the house!
Just who in the heck did these cats think they were? It all seemed so unfair. But one night dad let me sleep in the living room. I pranced around those cats, and thought, Who has the freedom now, pals?
Eventually mom and dad put the kennel away, and I was free to roam wherever I wanted...even in the secret room. And guess who gets to sleep in the warm and cozy bed now? That's right, folks. I do...even if I sometimes have to share with one of those spoiled felines.
There is one rule, however, where I reign superior. My felines sibs aren't allowed out of the house...but I am. I get to feel the cool grass tickle my paws, and I get to chase squirrels when I'm in the dog runs. Mom and dad take me for walks and runs while Minnie and Mickey wait, pining at the door. Take that you silly cats. Na, na, na na na!
Oh, and one more thing. Of course I haven't stopped chasing Mickey and Minnie. I still get yelled at, but I don't care...it's too much fun playing chase.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A cat sees us as the dog...A cat sees himself as a human." Unknown
THIS IS: The last day of Adopt A Senior Pet Month
This blog is dedicated to the memory of Pumpkin, a feline who mom told me was just as cute as a baby tiger with her unusual striped fur and who left this earth far too soon.
As I mentioned, I have two furry siblings. As the weeks went by in my new home, mom and dad started leaving the secret door open more and more. Mickey and Minnie ventured out of that room more frequently now, but I still wasn't allowed to play chase with them. Mom and dad would scream out my name, and I would stop dead in my tracks!
Not only was I forced to stay away from Mickey and Minnie, they even lived by their own set of house rules that were very different from mine.
Mealtime: Why do those darn cats get to eat their meals on the counter while I must eat my meals on the floor? I tell you, it just is not fair. I tried eating a meal off the counter once, but I got scolded. How did I know that a frozen (and raw) chicken breast was meant for dad's supper? And that cooked chicken breast a few weeks later that was on the coffee table? It was at my eye level for Pete's sake. I thought it was meant for me.
Bedtime: When mom and dad first brought me home, I had to sleep in my kennel. I didn't see any kennels for Mickey or Minnie. They were able to roam around at night and sleep wherever they wanted...usually in the warm and cozy bed with mom and dad.
Outings: Again, I was put in my kennel while Mickey and Minnie were free to roam around the house when mom and dad were out. My kennel felt safe and was comfortable. Mom and dad had a nice pad for me to lay on, and I had plenty of water. But, gee, who wouldn't rather be able to roam around the house!
Just who in the heck did these cats think they were? It all seemed so unfair. But one night dad let me sleep in the living room. I pranced around those cats, and thought, Who has the freedom now, pals?
Eventually mom and dad put the kennel away, and I was free to roam wherever I wanted...even in the secret room. And guess who gets to sleep in the warm and cozy bed now? That's right, folks. I do...even if I sometimes have to share with one of those spoiled felines.
There is one rule, however, where I reign superior. My felines sibs aren't allowed out of the house...but I am. I get to feel the cool grass tickle my paws, and I get to chase squirrels when I'm in the dog runs. Mom and dad take me for walks and runs while Minnie and Mickey wait, pining at the door. Take that you silly cats. Na, na, na na na!
Oh, and one more thing. Of course I haven't stopped chasing Mickey and Minnie. I still get yelled at, but I don't care...it's too much fun playing chase.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
OH BOY...PLAYMATES! (Part 1)
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "You can say any fool thing to a dog, and the dog will give you this look that says, 'My God, you're RIGHT. I NEVER would have thought of that!'" Dave Barry
THIS IS: Adopt a Senior Pet Month
Living here just gets better and better. Mom and Dad didn't tell me I have furry siblings! They were even waiting for me by the door when I entered my new home. But instead of greeting me with their noses, they arched their backs and ran away from me. Oh boy...we're playing a game chase!
I tried to run as fast as I could, but I kept slipping on the tile floor. My legs went in one direction while my body went in another. That's when Mom and Dad also started running. They were playing the chase game, too!
The fun ended when Dad caught up to me and grabbed my collar. In a voice I recognized as a scolding, Dad said, "You are not supposed to chase Mickey and Minnie. They are much smaller than you; they are scared, and you could hurt them."
My ears went down, and I saddened my eyes. I wasn't going to hurt them.
After that, I didn't see Mickey or Minnie for weeks at a time. They were hidden behind closed doors. But I knew they were still around. Maybe I couldn't see them, but I sure got their scent.
But one day the secret door was left open. While Mom and Dad were busy watching TV, I snuck out of the living room and tip-toed into the secret room. Lo and behold, Mickey and Minnie were sitting right in front of me. Minnie was on the cedar chest; Mickey was on the bed.
I tried to make friends, but the one called Minnie ran and hid under the bed. The other one, who they called Mickey, didn't move. He just sat regally at the edge of the bed glaring at me. I crouched low and slowly slinked my way to the bed. We were eye to eye, Mickey and me. I was making progress. Maybe we could be friends after all. But all of a sudden Mickey started hissing and batting at my nose with his paw. I retreated and didn't understand this new game he was playing. Gosh. All I did was put my paw on his head so I could pet him. Why did he hit me like that?
Mom and Dad must have heard the commotion because they came running into the room. While I was being scolded, Mickey sat like a king on the bed. He looked down at me with a smirk on his face. If I could read the mind of a cat, I'd know he was thinking, Ha, ha. I got you in trouble!
Dad pulled me out of the room by my collar, and Mom shut the secret door.
Darn cats!
"Everything I know I learned from my cat: When you're hungry, eat. When you're tired, nap in a sunbeam. When you go to the vet's, pee on your owner." Gary Smith
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "You can say any fool thing to a dog, and the dog will give you this look that says, 'My God, you're RIGHT. I NEVER would have thought of that!'" Dave Barry
THIS IS: Adopt a Senior Pet Month
Living here just gets better and better. Mom and Dad didn't tell me I have furry siblings! They were even waiting for me by the door when I entered my new home. But instead of greeting me with their noses, they arched their backs and ran away from me. Oh boy...we're playing a game chase!
I tried to run as fast as I could, but I kept slipping on the tile floor. My legs went in one direction while my body went in another. That's when Mom and Dad also started running. They were playing the chase game, too!
The fun ended when Dad caught up to me and grabbed my collar. In a voice I recognized as a scolding, Dad said, "You are not supposed to chase Mickey and Minnie. They are much smaller than you; they are scared, and you could hurt them."
My ears went down, and I saddened my eyes. I wasn't going to hurt them.
After that, I didn't see Mickey or Minnie for weeks at a time. They were hidden behind closed doors. But I knew they were still around. Maybe I couldn't see them, but I sure got their scent.
But one day the secret door was left open. While Mom and Dad were busy watching TV, I snuck out of the living room and tip-toed into the secret room. Lo and behold, Mickey and Minnie were sitting right in front of me. Minnie was on the cedar chest; Mickey was on the bed.
I tried to make friends, but the one called Minnie ran and hid under the bed. The other one, who they called Mickey, didn't move. He just sat regally at the edge of the bed glaring at me. I crouched low and slowly slinked my way to the bed. We were eye to eye, Mickey and me. I was making progress. Maybe we could be friends after all. But all of a sudden Mickey started hissing and batting at my nose with his paw. I retreated and didn't understand this new game he was playing. Gosh. All I did was put my paw on his head so I could pet him. Why did he hit me like that?
Mom and Dad must have heard the commotion because they came running into the room. While I was being scolded, Mickey sat like a king on the bed. He looked down at me with a smirk on his face. If I could read the mind of a cat, I'd know he was thinking, Ha, ha. I got you in trouble!
Dad pulled me out of the room by my collar, and Mom shut the secret door.
Darn cats!
"Everything I know I learned from my cat: When you're hungry, eat. When you're tired, nap in a sunbeam. When you go to the vet's, pee on your owner." Gary Smith
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011
MY NEW DIGS!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing." Robert Brault
THIS IS: National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week
I was sitting nicely, but they walked right by me. My ears were perky, and I was wagging my tail. When they walked by my cage again, any hope I had of being adopted was shattered. They didn't even notice me. So many people just walked by my cage every day. I was hoping this time it would be different. Sadly, I slumped into a corner and shut my eyes.
But wait. An eternity later...Okay. Maybe it was just a few minutes, but even that short amount of people time is a very long time for a dog...a nice worker who usually fed me came to my cage and opened the door. Was she coming for me or for my cage mate? Not wanting to get my hopes up, I stayed in the corner, but I did peek with one eye open...just in case.
Oh my! Oh my! She came for me! She came for me!
In the get acquainted area, I was on my best behavior. I nuzzled the man and woman with my nose; I snuggled against their legs; I wagged my tail like crazy, and I even offered my paw. But, feeling dejected, they left without me.
Wait a second. Something was different. I wasn't taken back to my cage. When I was led to a door I hadn't seen before, the man and woman were standing there...waiting for me! I jumped up and down, ran around in circles, and gave everyone kisses. I was going to my new home.
The car ride was long, but lots of fun. People in other cars looked over at me and smiled. My new mom spoke softly while stroking my fur. She kept calling me Daisy. That must be my new name, and I really like it. My new dad, though, kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel.
I was excited when we turned into a driveway, and mom said, "We're home, Daisy." I knew I'd be safe here because there was a bar that had to go up before we could drive in. A man in a small hut waved at us as we drove by.
However, as we drove slowly through the streets, I noticed that some people were missing their clothes! And what happened to their fur? At first I didn't know where to look. Should I look up toward the sky or should I look down at the ground? I decided to look straight ahead to see where we were going.
When we got to my new house, mom and dad took off their clothes. They were missing their fur, too! It was a little awkward at first, but over the days, weeks, and months of walks and runs with mom and dad, or as people called them, Cyndy and Don, I got used to seeing all those bare people with no fur.
So many of them were friendly and wanted to pet me. I gladly obliged. They told mom how beautiful I was, and Cyndy beamed with pride. I got so much attention, it made me feel welcome and special. Some of the people were so nice that they even handed out dog treats like it was Halloween!
But the best thing, besides getting a new mom and dad of course, was meeting the other canines who live in this, um, unusual place. I made friends with Beauty, Jessie, Snoopy, Dulce, Kahlua, Millie, and more. When we meet on the street, we wag our tails, maybe bark "Hello", and sniff each other's butts. If we meet in the doggy runs, we're let loose to play chase with each other and try to catch squirrels.
At first I thought this was an odd place to live, but now I wouldn't want to live anywhere else or with anyone else. I love my new home and owners. It just doesn't get any better than this!
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing." Robert Brault
THIS IS: National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week
I was sitting nicely, but they walked right by me. My ears were perky, and I was wagging my tail. When they walked by my cage again, any hope I had of being adopted was shattered. They didn't even notice me. So many people just walked by my cage every day. I was hoping this time it would be different. Sadly, I slumped into a corner and shut my eyes.
But wait. An eternity later...Okay. Maybe it was just a few minutes, but even that short amount of people time is a very long time for a dog...a nice worker who usually fed me came to my cage and opened the door. Was she coming for me or for my cage mate? Not wanting to get my hopes up, I stayed in the corner, but I did peek with one eye open...just in case.
Oh my! Oh my! She came for me! She came for me!
In the get acquainted area, I was on my best behavior. I nuzzled the man and woman with my nose; I snuggled against their legs; I wagged my tail like crazy, and I even offered my paw. But, feeling dejected, they left without me.
Wait a second. Something was different. I wasn't taken back to my cage. When I was led to a door I hadn't seen before, the man and woman were standing there...waiting for me! I jumped up and down, ran around in circles, and gave everyone kisses. I was going to my new home.
The car ride was long, but lots of fun. People in other cars looked over at me and smiled. My new mom spoke softly while stroking my fur. She kept calling me Daisy. That must be my new name, and I really like it. My new dad, though, kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel.
I was excited when we turned into a driveway, and mom said, "We're home, Daisy." I knew I'd be safe here because there was a bar that had to go up before we could drive in. A man in a small hut waved at us as we drove by.
However, as we drove slowly through the streets, I noticed that some people were missing their clothes! And what happened to their fur? At first I didn't know where to look. Should I look up toward the sky or should I look down at the ground? I decided to look straight ahead to see where we were going.
When we got to my new house, mom and dad took off their clothes. They were missing their fur, too! It was a little awkward at first, but over the days, weeks, and months of walks and runs with mom and dad, or as people called them, Cyndy and Don, I got used to seeing all those bare people with no fur.
So many of them were friendly and wanted to pet me. I gladly obliged. They told mom how beautiful I was, and Cyndy beamed with pride. I got so much attention, it made me feel welcome and special. Some of the people were so nice that they even handed out dog treats like it was Halloween!
But the best thing, besides getting a new mom and dad of course, was meeting the other canines who live in this, um, unusual place. I made friends with Beauty, Jessie, Snoopy, Dulce, Kahlua, Millie, and more. When we meet on the street, we wag our tails, maybe bark "Hello", and sniff each other's butts. If we meet in the doggy runs, we're let loose to play chase with each other and try to catch squirrels.
At first I thought this was an odd place to live, but now I wouldn't want to live anywhere else or with anyone else. I love my new home and owners. It just doesn't get any better than this!
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