tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71788144210086654772024-02-18T23:22:54.824-05:00Lucca and the incredible case of awesomenesstheonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-22991162331701720332012-03-04T18:02:00.000-05:002012-03-04T18:02:44.248-05:00It's Just Me and Mamma In The Me & Ma House!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Welp. It's just Me and Ma, and the Punkinhead for about a month now. My foster baby Cera went to her very own family. I handled Cera leaving much better than I did when Mace left. I had a bunch of Aunties here that day, so I had plenty of people who came here just to hold my chin, so I was plenty distracted. We had a fun Last Day together, although I could tell Mamma was weird. We all played at the park, and then the baby took a nap on Mamma's lap, and then her Family came by, and they gave us both treats. My Auntie Sarah was here when they left, so I payed little mind to them because Auntie Sarah is the best Chin Holder! like, ever!.<br />
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I was there, I got to see my Foster Baby, I did! She lives in a really nice place. We said hello only real quick, so Mamma didn't get any photographs, but I got to see her and tell her I love her, and I will miss her, and I told her to be good. I know she will be, though! <br />
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My Mamma was certainly very happy to see Cera, but she was Super! Happy! that Cera was happy to see her. Mamma brought her a new one of her favourite toys, and I think she remembered it. Cera tried to dig a hole in Mamma's lap at first, but then she just decided licking her face was the better thing to do.<br />
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Mamma was very happy to see that Cera was happy. She will miss her, like woah, and our mornings are nowhere near as hoppy, but we know Cera is in a good, loving home. I sometimes still ballerina for my morning din like I used to when my Foster Puppy was here. It's not that I enjoyed performing before my morning meal, it's just that<i><u><b> she</b></u></i> did, so I felt like I needed to spin aro<span style="text-align: center;">und in a circle, or do some sort of ridiculous half twirl jump thing, just so it would seem I am as excited about this morning time din, just as she was. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Thinking back, I'm kind of embarrassed that I acted like such a twirly little ballerina. I'm sure Mamma is planning on sharing one of the home videos, just to embarrass me, so because that makes me nervous, I just began assaulting her with silent toot assaults. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"> I'm really going to miss Cera, we became very good friends, and Ma actually seriously considered letting her stay here. I would've been okay with that. Cera's new Mommy said that we can come see her anytime, so someday we will. Even if she didn't really mean it, Ma knows where she lives. So, we could just show up whenever we wanted like "Boo!".</span><br />
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<b> Welp, I tolerated her long enough. We're friends now. She likes to lick me and she likes to cuddle. Because she likes to cuddle under the covers so much, Mamma does some things in the bed during the daytime, and I <i>Super</i> love that! We get to have nappies in bed, under covers! We both snore loud, but I can do it louder. I totally win.</b><br />
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<b> Yes, I know I have scary face on in this photograph, but I was playing and having fun. I was making that "Nyah Nyah Nyah!" playtime sound. All this girl wants to do is cuddle! Every opportunity she gets she licks my face, or nuzzles me like she's wiping her nose on me, or scoots closer so her butt is touching me. Sometimes she's so gross. </b><br />
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<b> We get <i><u>copious</u> amounts of food </i>around here lately! For some reason Cera; whose full name is Cera Issa Hapi R***** by the way, gets an extra meal everyday, so I get one too! I'm pretty sure it's the same amount of food I normally get everyday, but broken up into smaller chapters, but that's okay because I love meal times and there are more of them. Mamma thinks she's a tad skinny, so we're trying to fatten her up. </b><br />
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<b>As you all know, I'm a teeny weenie bit <i>snarky</i> at times, so the first time I woke from a nap and noticed I was all curled around her, I was like "WTF!?! Girl, get on the other side of my Mamma! We don't <i>share</i> blankets and cozy in this house! Have you lost your marbles!??" but she looked so comfy, and she was keeping me really warm too. So, whatever, I let her stay there. Invading my privacy bubble, but keeping my bellies warm.</b><br />
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">She's no Mace, but close! She didn't like to even walk yesterday, but now she's a pro. We went on a couple long walks today and a bunch of short ones. She made no peepees in the house. She figured out stairs, she can go Up <i>and</i> Down! She hogs Mamma's lap and she's a very good snuggler.</b></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-90546746909395452852011-12-02T20:06:00.000-05:002011-12-02T20:06:49.709-05:00My Uncle Sprocket<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I am thankful for Sean Casey Animal Rescue for saving me when I was homeless and scared and very very cold. I am thankful for Mamma for finding me and taking me home. I am thankful for all my best friends, and Aunties & Uncles, and Nonnas. I am thankful for my awesome new home and the park they installed down the street for my enjoyment. I am thankful for crunchy leaves on the ground and crunchy leaves in piles and crunchy leaves blowing all around the place. I am thankful for my foster puppy finding his family so I can have my Mamma and her lap all to myself again. I am thankful for laps. I am thankful for my warm and cushy beds, and soft blankets. I am thankful for mine and my Mamma's health and happiness, and Punkinhead's too. (<--- Ma made me add that part.) I am thankful for car rides, and not taking baths. I am thankful for Practice Times and reward treats. I am thankful for naps in the sun. I am thankful for my toybox full of amazing toys and crunch bones.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am thankful for things that make my butt wiggle. I am thankful for butt rubs, and under the chin rubs, and ear rubs, and neck rubs, and belly rubs. I am thankful for peanut butter, hot dog treats, and green beans. I am thankful for the gobble gobble turkey that gave his life so I could nom, and I am thankful for seconds. I am thankful for all of you, all my friends and family. I love you very much! <3</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Light & Love & Bellyrubs</span></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-49584048456956041032011-11-20T19:14:00.000-05:002011-11-20T19:14:09.059-05:00If pictures are worth 1000 words,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and this is a collection of pictures <u style="font-style: italic;">with</u> words...</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have I won the internets!?</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Just to be safe- do not divide by zero! </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you <i><u>must</u></i> divide by zero, please wait until Friday, as my Mamma is cooking for Remember-The-Original-Americans-Day and I am looking forward to the dog cookies she promised me. </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Light & Love & Belly Rubs!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">xoxoxo, Lucca</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> He wasn't allowed on the couch during the day, on account of our crazy behavior. We would play all rough like and Mamma thought we would rip up the couch like RRaawwwrrr!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> As soon as the lights were turned off we would have "Night Time Couch Cuddle Time" and he knew he was allowed up on Mamma's lap for pre bedtime naps.</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Even though I miss my foster puppy, I'm happy that I have Mamma's lap all to myself. I crawl on her with my jab-jab elbows, and she imagines she has four Masons on her with jab-jabby elbows, and then I snore. I crawl in his cage sometimes and sniff his smell, but it's nice to have my Mamma's lap all for me.</span></b></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-77439244241669801422011-10-29T14:43:00.000-04:002011-10-29T14:43:00.948-04:00Cool Story, Bro.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp2DORODavFJAHX9ighsu_67O8H3ewWJClixrFh-q01SMJkpTvplrGvJzgVZHRl0RAdUVJEhRkNb6coltSBsmMfchVFTxKfdaftAeS-g9IJGzN5-97toNEgx4dO74H2-VSSxr-JTMFF78/s1600/IMG_2441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp2DORODavFJAHX9ighsu_67O8H3ewWJClixrFh-q01SMJkpTvplrGvJzgVZHRl0RAdUVJEhRkNb6coltSBsmMfchVFTxKfdaftAeS-g9IJGzN5-97toNEgx4dO74H2-VSSxr-JTMFF78/s200/IMG_2441.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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This is Me and Mace playing tug <i><b><u>on</u></b></i> Mamma. She really hates that crap. Because we are ruining the couch, she has to put blankets and tapestries on it, but that doesn't even really protect it because we play hard core.<br />
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This is Mace getting stuck under said tapestry and then pretending he was a ghost. It took him a very long time to unfuck himself, and by then I no longer felt like playing.<br />
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This is what happens when Mamma talks on the phone with Auntie D for five minutes! While I sat on Mamma's lap like a well behaved angel, Mace does puppy crap like bark at the toy box to make the toys come alive and play with him, and then empty the friggen thing.<br />
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This is how I show Mamma that I'm still here when<br />
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This is not what it looks like. Get. Your. Minds. Out. Of. The. Gutters.<br />
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or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."<br />
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They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the<br />
costs involved for "just a dog."<br />
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Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."<br />
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Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"<br />
but I did not once feel slighted.<br />
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Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog,"<br />
and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave<br />
me comfort and reason to overcome the day.<br />
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If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand<br />
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."<br />
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"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust,<br />
and pure unbridled joy.<br />
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"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a<br />
better person.<br />
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Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look<br />
longingly to the future.<br />
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So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment<br />
of all the hopes and dreams of the future,<br />
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.<br />
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"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away<br />
from myself and the worries of the day.<br />
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I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog",<br />
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being<br />
"just a man or woman."<br />
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So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog"<br />
just smile...<br />
because they "just don't understand."<br />
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by Richard Biby</b></span></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-9123773503792879002011-10-12T17:19:00.004-04:002011-10-12T17:24:08.513-04:00Something Something, It's Always Playtime Now.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b>Hello friends! I hope everyone is doing awesome, as I'm sure you are! I wanted to introduce you to my foster puppy. He is almost 5 months old, and he is from Welcome, North Carolina. His name is Mason, but we like to call him Mace. His papers say he is a boxer/lab mix, which is code word for pit bull in some places where they put pitties to sleep right away. But we love Pit Bulls here, so he can be a little pittie puppy. He is a rather serious looking fellow sometimes, but just wait and I'll show you his goofy little toothy grin.</b><br />
<b> We got along good right away. I had to yell at him a couple times, but he learns. His first night here, he came running up to mamma and jumped on her lap with a Punkinhead claw sticking out of his head. He thinks it is ALWAYS Playtime. Like all the live long day. Sometimes Mamma will put him in the kitchen where his crate is when she can tell I need some quiet time. He is very smart, and when Mamma points to his crate and says "Inside" he goes right away. I get a lot of treats for doing the right things that I've always done, and then he copies me and gets one too and sometimes that pisses me off. He has ripped the bloody guts out of most of my stuffed toys and sometimes that pisses me off too. But I guess he can stay. For a little while.</b><br />
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<b> He likes to play fetch, which I find to be repetitive and boring, I would rather sniff stuff. But lately it is the funnest thing ever to pretend I'm not interested, and then go steal the ball to show him what a superior creature I am. If I don't rip it to shreds so he can never enjoy it, I lose interest eventually and let him have my slobbery sloppy seconds.</b><br />
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<b> At first I was a little jealous when he would get on Mamma's lap for night time nap, and steal it. But now I realize it's more comfy at my spot by her feet anyway. Whenever I lay on her she says stuff like "SiameseTwin Needy Dog" and she moves me around muttering things like "Jab-Jab Elbows" and "Covered in Bruises". Unless I want to stare at her face, like when using my Jedi Mind Tricks for example, it's comfier where I can spread out and have my own couch space.</b><br />
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<b> He slept in bed with us for a couple nights. Me on one side of Mamma with a shit-ton of space, and him on the other with minimal space. But Mamma said something about she didn't like waking up with no covers and clinging to the edge of the mattress for dear life cuz someone hogs all the bed and kicks her in the kidneys. Whatever, it worked. So now he sleeps in the kitchen, where his crate is with a bunch of fluffy blankets and music playing <i>very</i> softly. The last couple nights it's been Sade, and I approve of that.</b><br />
<b> Today we went to the dog park that never has any dogs playing in it, and had our own little outside party! Our friend Sweetpea joined us and we had a lot of good fun that made us all tired puppies, so Mamma was very happy. Mostly Sweetpea just ran around with the ball and Mace chased her while I got butt rubs from Sweetpea's Dad. Sometimes I think he thinks I'm his Mom. I told him I had my tubes tied, but I would be his foster Mom until he found his forever home, which I hope is as awesome as mine.</b><br />
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<b> We have learned that even though he is crate trained, he <i><u>hates</u></i> to be alone. Understandably, since he's already been abandoned by his person before he was even five months old. If he's baby-gated in the kitchen and he doesn't see me, he screams and cries. He doesn't really give a shit about my Mamma being nearby, but he likes me here with him. Even if we are in separate rooms. I think that's nice. So when Mamma goes to the shelter, she pulls my bed out just a little bit so when I lay in it he can see me and I can see him. One time we had to help my Nonna with stuff, and left him gated in the kitchen with toys galore, and Kongs, and tricky puzzle toys, and music! All that amazing wonderful stuff. But he broke out, and had an amazing time ripping apart pillows, shredding scarves, and gutting my stuffed animals, and probably running laps around the house. He was waiting at the door for us with a huge mouthful of colourful feathers, an awesome goofy grin, and such a look of accomplishment that all Mamma could do was clean it up while trying not to laugh.</b><br />
<b> Welp, you know that time friends! I gotta go sniff, so I'm telling Mamma that I have to potty and it's an emergency! I'll just sniff a lot, and then do my real pees in about 15 minutes or so after we get back from this walk. I love you all! Light & Love & Belly Rubs!</b><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Hello Friends! It has been a really long time, I know! This whole year has been a lot of new stuffs. Mamma and I moved to a new place that is awesome. They put a big park right down the street from it, so I can romp and sniff all over the place everyday. I go to it at least every morning so I can do my poops. I also has my bed in a new spot. It's right under a window that gets amazing afternoon sun, I love to sleep in the sunshine! I has lots of new toys to play with too. One of them is called The Tornado! and it's fun to figure out. Mamma puts all sorts of goodies in it for me to find when she leaves. She puts all different things in there like green beans and homemade cookie pieces and hotdog! I do pretty good when she leaves me home, but I like it much better when she's here. I like it even more when one of my friends is here too with my Auntie. We have play dates at our house, and sometimes at his house where I act like a crazy fool, and sometimes have momentary lapses of insanity. I has two new best friends: Goblin and Sweetpea. They're both from my Ma's shelter so they're good guys. Sweetpea lives right upstairs, and Gobs lives just down the block! I have friends so close! That makes me super happy!</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Today is a really big day for me too, because I'm getting a foster brother! He's just a little guy puppy. My Mamma hasn't even seen any pictures of him yet. As long as he's well behaved and doesn't steal my bones, we're good. I think I'm gonna be a great foster sister.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Welp, I promise not to go away for another long time, friends. I hope you are all well and happy and awesome!</b></span><br />
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</div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-81609209229133048092011-02-21T16:31:00.000-05:002011-02-21T16:31:27.260-05:00Dog Laughter for my enjoyment!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> I has separation anxiety when my Mamma leaves me home alone. I don't tear shit up (Usually, I did eat a bamboo knitting needle the other day) but I sometimes do little pees around the house. Little pees, like they're forced or scared outta me. When my Mamma gets going I follow her to where she puts up the baby gate and pout, and I'm usually right there waiting when Mamma comes back home. This makes her real sad.<br />
My Mamma and one of her good friends Mae were talking about my anxiety while she is gone. Auntie Mae let my Mamma borrow a CD of Dog Laughter. The first time I heard it was when Mamma stopped home from a volunteer project, she was already gone for a couple hours at that time. When she put it on, I immediately lay down and put my head on my hands. I was all good. When Mamma got up to leave a few minutes later, I didn't follow her because I was so content. The best part is: When she got home... I was not waiting in the kitchen by the baby gate!<br />
It is the coolest thing Ma has found for me lately! Even with my Calming Collar, and my chill pills, and my Lucca's Alone Time playlist I still get scared when my Mamma leaves me here alone. This CD has made the most positive difference of them all. If your puppies get scared when you're gone, check out the CD <a href="http://www.petalk.org/LaughingDog.html">Laughing Dog!!!</a> and see if they relax right away when you play it for them.<br />
Next addition to my Make-Lucca-More-Comfortable-When-Mamma's-Gone-Arsenal is a <a href="http://www.thundershirt.com/">Thundershirt!</a> I'm on my way to chill relaxing time. I will getting caught up on all my Beauty Sleep while Mamma is gone to the shelter. </div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-12379110712497568822011-02-05T22:35:00.005-05:002011-02-21T17:16:26.916-05:00My new bandanna of awesomeness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</tbody></table><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody"> </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody"> </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”</span></span></h6>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-24266367314456675402010-12-26T12:22:00.002-05:002010-12-26T14:55:29.913-05:00My Second Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Christmas is so fun! and this one was just as awesome as my first Christmas! I already got a couple presents early because I needed them, like my jacket and my orthopedic mattress. I didn't get too many toys this year because I pretty much have them all. I mean, my toy box is as big as me, and it overflows with toys.<br />
The first thing I did was find the two yummy goodness treats that Mamma hid, of course. I got books that Mamma will read to me that will teach me how to do tricks! She wants to teach me to get a beer out of the fridge, and I wanna learn to make her get a treat out of the cabinet.<br />
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I got another interactive toy called Dog Magic by Nina Ottosson. Mamma has to hide a cookie under one of the bones and I have to find it. I've done it every time so far! This is supposed to be the beginner one of all of Nina's toys so now I can try a harder one. Mamma likes to give me interactive toys. She hopes that if she fills them up with treats or peanut butter, I'll play with them while she's at the shelter everyday, but I usually don't. I just wait by the window for Mamma to come home, and recently I began licking my foot till it's raw. I've developed a little case of separation anxiety.<br />
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One of my presents from my Gramma are these really cool collars that are supposed to help with that. They are infused with Lavender and Chamomile (and totally safe) to help make me feel calm. I don't yet know how well they work because Mamma hasn't left me home alone yet, but I totally smell delicious. <br />
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I hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas too!<br />
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Light and Love and Belly Rubs! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-4447478642077688552010-12-11T20:39:00.001-05:002010-12-26T15:20:22.898-05:00Dear My Mamma,<div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-size: large;"> I know you have been really busy, and sometimes you are tired. I know you have a really hard job and it weighs heavy on your heart. I know Sunday is your only day off and you want to get a lot of stuff done. I know it's supposed to rain for most of the day. But can we please <i>please</i> <u><i>please</i></u> have a Lucca Dog Day?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I promise to behave like woah!</b></span></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-39570694409884123772010-12-04T18:31:00.001-05:002010-12-04T18:46:55.396-05:00We would've called her Haven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bFRahmoiE5L7Q_uMclRBWfWp-byFaog_Pq4nOIUs8JczrQRXhoeULQ44jefjDbLAYaW4hU7pM7RZVPsA6YZs-_7qNk5CUQBTnwOu2iq_ae9izL7RI9ZxpeQCYB_HLCmu8dNer3IkCZIL/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bFRahmoiE5L7Q_uMclRBWfWp-byFaog_Pq4nOIUs8JczrQRXhoeULQ44jefjDbLAYaW4hU7pM7RZVPsA6YZs-_7qNk5CUQBTnwOu2iq_ae9izL7RI9ZxpeQCYB_HLCmu8dNer3IkCZIL/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Welp, my Mamma is back at her old job that doesn't pay her any monies everyday, well six days a week actually. She has designated work clothes that she only wears there and she takes them off the moment she gets home, but I still get a couple sniffs of her when she first comes home. I usually wiggle my nub a million miles an hour when I do this, partly because I'm happy she's home, and partly because she smells like other doggies.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #93c47d;">We both wanted all of Dolly's attention like woah. </span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZqsPuT3Msnu-e8myCN1Wtgn3I0sklmWCnMBz0ZhiN5i0mqqEaMsT82X8uJUttSxoo6_N3YWts6BLBhTM2rZsoMQhULDfRqC9dan7xE_ENzagpeVB8GvWP6YL7DoNofZFJ7T8Y5EI3ScI/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZqsPuT3Msnu-e8myCN1Wtgn3I0sklmWCnMBz0ZhiN5i0mqqEaMsT82X8uJUttSxoo6_N3YWts6BLBhTM2rZsoMQhULDfRqC9dan7xE_ENzagpeVB8GvWP6YL7DoNofZFJ7T8Y5EI3ScI/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
One of the other doggies that I smell on her is named Ruby. She has only been at the shelter for three weeks, including two weeks in quarantine where they stay so their Mommies can find them, but she has lost a real lot of weight, Like twenty pounds because she is so stressed at that place. My Ma calls her a couch potato and says that Ruby just likes to lay on her lap a lot. She spends alot of time with her every day.<br />
Well, Mamma thought Ruby should be my sister so I went to her work with her and met this Ruby dog. My Ma's friend Dolly took Ruby out of her kennel, and we met each other. We did good on the leash so we went into the run to play and frolick together.<br />
I didn't like the generic treats that the shelter has cuz I'm used to the good stuff so I politely dropped my treat in front of Ruby and let her have it. She snatched it right up cuz she's too skinny and doesn't know about organic blueberry and pumpkin treats yet. We had one scuffle (that I started) but it was over real fast and Ruby forgave me. <br />
Mamma decided that I need help still on my manners, but I would come back the next day and every day until she was comfortable with bringing Ruby home. We went for a walk together and then Mamma brought me home and then went back to work. She loves Ruby very very much so she talked to me about her and told me that it's not my decision and she is embarrassed by my behavior sometimes which made me feel bad so I said I would behave but it might take me a little time.<br />
Unfortunately, Mamma's boss tested Ruby with cats and she totally failed. Mamma had a dream a couple days before she met Ruby that her friend Kevin came to see her with a big, huge red pit bull and he bit Punkinhead, so Mamma made the decision that Ruby would not be my sibling. I was kinda looking forward to a playmate.<br />
So in the meantime, Mamma tells anyone who will listen that Ruby is a wonderful dog and a lap dog/couch potato that really needs a furever home with a couch, and she still comes home smelling like her. I'll still go to work with Mamma sometimes and meet other dogs, maybe even play with Ruby again. I will continue to work on my manners, and when the right dog comes along I will (hopefully) be ready to share my toys and my Mom. I hope Ruby finds a home with a couch real soon, because even though I had an attitude with her she was really nice. I just don't like when Mamma gives other people attention. I'm working on it.theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-58792936895278340852010-11-25T11:34:00.003-05:002010-12-26T15:19:57.367-05:00Things I am Thankful for<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaFy2XeM5uMPrum3dLaQe3328c3SEsIc9S1H5BUaEaihOyrZP2K0u1IM6EcIIKoIz4TiP14xVw20u74sh_fmaxhyphenhyphenTWeFNBbGjMJ8Tc6Magr1kQFKtwR0Wdf5IwsJVdOGO0Reuo9YruYGH/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaFy2XeM5uMPrum3dLaQe3328c3SEsIc9S1H5BUaEaihOyrZP2K0u1IM6EcIIKoIz4TiP14xVw20u74sh_fmaxhyphenhyphenTWeFNBbGjMJ8Tc6Magr1kQFKtwR0Wdf5IwsJVdOGO0Reuo9YruYGH/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>There's a lot of thankful talk going on today, so I thought I'd share.<br />
Here's just a few of them.<br />
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I am thankful for My Mamma and my entire family, even my crazy cousins Poppy and Sammie. <br />
I am thankful for raw hide bones, especially the flavorful ones.<br />
I am thankful for all my Aunties and Uncles that I love very much.<br />
I am thankful for all my toys, so many toys that I don't think I've even played with every single one of them yet.<br />
I am thankful for belly rubs, and butt rubs.<br />
I am thankful for dry leafs on the ground that I get to run through.<br />
I am thankful for not taking bathes.<br />
I am thankful for yummy goodness treats, and am very NOT thankful for diets.<br />
I am thankful for fuzzy blankets, and under the cover nap times.<br />
I am thankful for naps.<br />
I am thankful for walks at night when the wind's blowing, and smells are everywhere.<br />
and I am thankful for You! I hope you have a wonderful day!theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-5548918975079315682010-11-21T21:18:00.000-05:002010-11-21T21:18:46.624-05:00Lucca, LOOK! Welp, I have been practicing my commands every day, but today was the day that I go see my Auntie Tiffy and the kiddies and practice with them. I has a boy Tommy who is so good, because he loves me to death, even when I act crazy. He knows that I just want to play, but I just don't know how to ask. I think that's very smart for a kid. He was my sister Chino's favourite kid too.<br />
I practiced "look" all week, actually for a couple weeks I think, and I'm getting the hang of it. From now on when I get distracted or start to focus on something that's gonna make me crazy, Mamma says "Lucca, LOOK!" and I look at her face and away from whatever is tempting me to misbehave. We practiced today with real distractions and I did pretty good.<br />
The one time I was really bad was when Tommy was playing with his sister and I charged in there like it was my game and demanded a turn. I had to sit in time out for that. I couldn't see anybody but Mamma and her back was to me which made me very sad. Tommy was very forgiving, and after I was done with time out he got a couple yummy goodness treats and told me to sit, and then lay down, and he gave them to me. He even snuck me a fruit loop or ten.<br />
My biggest problem is that I don't realize how much bigness I have, and I don't understand why it's so bad to use my mouth when I play! I'm not gonna bite! I'm just wanting to move your hand to where I want you to pet me or something, but Mamma tells me that is very bad. I don't want to do something bad. Time out is the worst thing ever. <br />
So we will keep practicing until I get it right. A behaviorist that Mamma works with says that I think I'm in charge now. I don't know, I listen real fast to Mamma. I hate to get yelled at. The good news is that I am Super treat motivated, so all this learning is fun for me because there are goodies involved.<br />
I'm trying so hard not to be a bully. I just need a little time to understand your language!<br />
Well all that excitement has me pooped! I'm going to go snore my asses off for the rest of the evening!theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-35606539219689292162010-11-17T18:49:00.003-05:002010-11-17T19:07:57.166-05:00I haven't had my typer around lately! My Mamma is usually the person who types for me. She tells you all what I want to say, as I dictate. Lately though she is acting old. She goes to sleep early the past few weeks, which is fine by me really. I love to take up all the entire space in bed and steal every last inch of the blankets. Some Sundays when it's rainy out my Mamma will grab a book and coffee and get into bed to read and I love that very much. Like VERY much. It might be my favourite thing to do on rainy Sunday mornings.<br />
Also too, Mamma has gone back to her old job that doesn't pay her anything. It's at a place where doggies who don't have any Mommies live, until they find their Mommies. It's like the place where I used to live before Mamma found me. She stopped going there after she lost Chino and Rosie because it became too sad of a place for her to be. It's actually my Auntie Shirwee's fault; Mamma went to look at a cat that Auntie was interested in, and now she's been there every day since. She says she was "sucked back in" which reminds me of those green planter warp things from Super Mario Brothers. It's okay really, because I get to practice staying home alone, which I don't have much experience with. I get a treat right before she leaves and she tells me she is going to take care of the homeless puppies, and then I get a treat when she gets back. The best part is I get to smell her and she smells like rad, big-headed puppies, and sometimes boy puppies. That's my favourite.<br />
I have a couple things that I want to brog about and tell you about, but for now I think I will just reassure you that I will be back to talk about that other stuff soon. I just had a wonderful walk and so now I'm all laid out on my new Memory Foam goodness bed that serves all my orthopedic needs. My Auntie Kimmy put a bunch of leafs on the ground for me because she knows I love to romp through them, so I had a lot of fun doing that. I stare down those leafs and tackle them like a crackhead. It's also a very windy evening so there were smells blowing all over the place which I love to run after. Sometimes I misbehave and zig-zag and backtrack all suddenly and almost trip my Mamma but that's only because I'm so very excited!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is me on my memory foam bed ON my coolaroo bed. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That's like memory foam in a hammock for humans! Imagine how rad that would be!</span></b><br />
<b style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Early Christmas present, btw)</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35_mYpQ7z4WC0Fv4QxXgzQMTNdcbd46rzCxnGdeTerMYlPdSadAvN_U3Hn8sCenvsvOEIhcu4DNZXZbJ7LF1xwEqVbYTjqk4iH29UAm60801FuOlGQv_9zxni3l7LHB6m6caZYvv-vFvw/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35_mYpQ7z4WC0Fv4QxXgzQMTNdcbd46rzCxnGdeTerMYlPdSadAvN_U3Hn8sCenvsvOEIhcu4DNZXZbJ7LF1xwEqVbYTjqk4iH29UAm60801FuOlGQv_9zxni3l7LHB6m6caZYvv-vFvw/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> So, besides being a bad dog today, I was also a bad dog a couple days ago so Mamma and I have started to re-educate me and I have to practice my commands every day. Some of them I already know, but some of them are new. Mamma tells me "look" is very useful with one of the dogs at the shelter that she cheats on me with, so we're really working on that one the most. It will help when I lose focus and start to act like a mad (wo)man.<br />
Welp, for the rest of the evening I think I will just snooze with Mamma who doesn't feel too well. (I love when she doesn't feel well because then I get to sprawl all over her all the live long day!) We're gonna watch a movie which is rad because even though I can't actually see the movie, I get to lay on her lap and that's my favourite.<br />
I promise I will come back soon to brog about things and tell you all my stories.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Light and Love and Belly Rubs!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><3 Lucca</b></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-22956941655826062832010-10-17T20:32:00.001-04:002010-10-17T20:49:58.047-04:00Wow<div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Hello all my new friends! </span><br style="color: #6aa84f;" /><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> It's very nice to meet you.</span><br style="color: #6aa84f;" /> <br style="color: #6aa84f;" /><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Light and love and belly rubs.</span><br style="color: #6aa84f;" /><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> <3 Lucca </span></b></span></div>theonlycuregirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803893967986698411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178814421008665477.post-57587371723692291742010-10-14T17:38:00.001-04:002010-10-14T18:14:03.907-04:00I LUBS tomatoes!!! Every time I have a breakfast or din-din my Mamma throws some extra something in there for vitamins. Sometimes it's chick peas or apples, and sometimes zucchini even. But my favourite is tomatoes. I don't start eating until Ma says "<i>Mangia</i>!". I wait until I know everything she's gonna give me is in there, but when it's tomatoes I dive right in. Even before my kibble is there. If you wanted to feed me just tomatoes I'd probably be very happy with that.<br />
Anyway, Mamma and me are making sauce right now so I smell all sorts of delicious tomato smells and it's driving me bananas! I cannot understand why she would torture me like this. I had a tiny piece of italian bread with sauce on it before and that just teased me.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>No. Fair.</b></div>That smell is tantalizing and I am currently dripping all over the place. It literally makes my mouth water just smelling it. Maybe if I make a big enough mess and yell about it long enough Mamma will let me have a bowl of it. A whole bowl of tomato goodness. Oh boy! I am licking my lips for real right now. Like woah licking my lips. <br />
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