Momma's Been Busy Playing Muscial Dogs

Musical Dogs

Huh??

What do ya mean?

Could it be piano playing dogs?

Nope.

Maybe Ipod loving dogs?

Nope.

(but boy is he a cutie)

Maybe instead of musical dogs

it's a doggie musical?

Nope.

Hummmm....

How about

Dogs The Musical ?

Nope.

What then?

How is Momma playing 'musical dogs?

Well it goes like this:

Momma is the volunteer Foster Home Coordinator at a doggie rescue and soon it will be Xmas.

So Momma needs to make arrangements to move doggies around 'cause the foster people are going away for Xmas and their foster doggies need to go somewhere.

We told Momma that maybe all the foster doggies could come and stay with us.

Really, what's another 7 or 8 doggies visiting? But Momma said no way!

So here is how it's (hopefully) gonna work:

First of all a new Shih Tzu named Cuddles is coming in sometime soon and Momma will have to find a temporary foster home for him to go to till we can arrange for him to go to his new foster home in another city.

Then Momma is going to arrange for Yellow Buddy to stay at a foster home that doesn't have kids as he is not good with kids and there will be kids coming for Xmas to his current foster home.

But the foster home that Yellow Buddy is going to over Xmas is already fostering Mojo and temporarily fostering Chip, Tiara AND Roxy.

So Momma is arranging for Chip, Tiara and Roxy to all go to new foster homes till they are adopted.

Which is great but Tiara's new foster home is also going away for Xmas and so Momma is arranging for a different foster home to take Tiara while Tiara's new foster people are away.

And then there are the puppies Skittle and Hershey. They are currently in 2 separate foster homes and Momma is arranging for them to be fostered somewhere too while each of their foster home people are away.

Got that all straight??

And what have we been doing

while Momma has been on the phone

and computer playing musical dogs?

We will show you:

Hanging out.

Napping.

Sleeping.

All that musical doggies has us very tired!

PS If you want to see Yellow Buddy, Mojo, Chip, Tiara, Roxy, Skittle and Hershey go here

See ya.

Hi It's Meeko Here.....

Guess what?

Foster Momma has been taking lots of pictures of me in the last couple weeks.

Guess why?

'Cause a nice lady is interested in adopting me!

I've gone and visited her a few times.

Foster Momma likes her

and thinks it will be a good home for me.

We are hoping the adoption goes through.

The new lady only lives 4 blocks away

from Foster Momma.

Can you believe it?!!!

I'll still be able to see Foster Momma

once in a while!

Won't that be great?

These pictures were taken a couple weeks ago

before the snow came.

Here is a side view of me on the steps.

Here I am sniffing in the yard.

And running and playing.

Hanging out with Buddy.

After all that playing I like to curl up for a nap.

Sometimes on the couch.

Sometimes in the crate.

Look where Foster Momma

found me sleeping today.

Cuddled up to the wall.

Aren't I silly?

See ya!

Goodbye Girl Girl

We are saddened to hear of your crossing the Rainbow Bridge. We will miss you. Below is our favorite picture of you.

Rest Easy Dear GG!

NOVEMBER 11 - A DAY OF REMEMBRANCE

WHY REMEMBER?

We must remember. If we do not, the sacrifice of those one hundred thousand Canadian lives will be meaningless. They died for us, for their homes and families and friends, for a collection of traditions they cherished and a future they believed in; they died for Canada. The meaning of their sacrifice rests with our collective national consciousness; our future is their monument.

From Veteran Affairs Canada

In Flanders Fields

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

Canadian Army

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.

Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.