Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Jessie's first holiday photoshoot!

Jessie (LBR foster Jessalyn) is still working hard to convince Momma that she needs to be our furever dog. I told her that Momma loves putting us in funny props and taking pictures for every howliday. So if she wants to get in Momma's good graces, learn to pose! She was able to put my advice into good practice quickly, as Momma decided to do our Fourth of July photoshoot. Show 'em what you've got, kid!

 "Cheeeeeeese!"

 "Psst, Casey, am I getting it right?"
"Sigh. I'd forgotten what it's like to work with amateurs."

 "This head thingy is weird. Do I hafta wear it?"

"Okay, I wears it. Is this right?"
"Almost, kiddo. Just look at the flashy beast." 

"OMD! This is taking so long! Foster Momma, take the darned picture!"
"Sigh. Have a little patience, kid." 

"You're almost there, kid. Lighten up that expression a little." 

"How's THIS, Casey?"
"Now there's the money shot, Jessie! Momma's going to MELT over this one."

Didn't she do a grreat job?? I'm so proud of her! Momma just can't hold up to THIS kind of onslaught for long.


Remember, today is the LAST day to get me your Bull Riding pictures for the Blogville Rodeo! Send them to me at dreagoddess(at)gmail(dot)com by midnight tonight!

Monday, June 29, 2015

Lazy Monday

Jessie and I have decided we're not doing ANYTHING today. This is our recover-from-the-weekend day!!


We are also bowing our heads and remembering my dear furiend Corbin. He was one of my very furst blogging furiends. Even though he hasn't blogged much lately, Momma has kept me updated on his Facebook posts. I love following the adventures of him, his sissy Amelia, and his foster sissy Diamond. I hope that someday Corbin's dream of dogs being judged by their character instead of their breeds is fulfilled. We love you and miss you, Corbin.



PeeS:

Don't furget to get your BULL RIDING pics in for the Blogville Rodeo! The dead lion is July 1st, THIS Wednesday!! Send your pictures to me at dreagoddess(at)gmail(dot)com.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Foster Friday, and FFHT!

Hellllllooooo out there, Blogville! It's Jessie (LBR foster Jessalyn) coming at you again for another fangtastic Foster Friday! And this month, I'm going to pawticipate in the Mayorz' Fractured Friday Hairy Tales to boot! Casey said all I have to do is use this month's phrase "I knew I needed a good excuse for..." in my story!



Well, to give you the update on me, I'm spending an awwwwwwful lot of time doing this lately. And "awful" is just the right word! Casey told you I started my heartworm treatment this week. I had to spend two whole days in the vet's office. They were nice to me there, but it wasn't HOME with my soft bed and Casey to cuddle with and Foster Momma to rub my belly. <sigh> And on top of all THAT, they stuck NEEDLES in me!!! I had to have TWO big nasty icky shots, one on Monday and one on Tuesday. They said the shots will kill all the nasty wormies in my heart and make me feel a lot better eventually, but for NOW...


Yup, lots and lots of crate time for me! Foster Momma set up a second crate for me in the living room, so when she's cooking or moving around or something and I might be tempted to start zooming or playing with Casey, she can pop me in there to stay safe and still be out with the family. It's not THAT bad, but...


<sigh> Casey, I know I needed a good excuse for cuddles from Foster Momma so she'll fall completely in love and decide to keep me forevers... but this might have been going a LITTLE too far.


PeeS: Casey said to reminds everybuddy that if they want to pawticipate in the BULL RIDING event for the Blogville Rodeo, they need to send a picture to us at dreagoddess(at)gmail(dot)com by July 1st!

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

This and that

 Good morning, furiends! I hope you all enjoyed celebrating PINK Day yesterday with Angel Cinderella. Yesterday evening Momma went to pick Jessie (LBR foster Jessalyn) up from the vet after her heartworm treatment. Poor Jessie isn't feeling very well at ALL. She says Momma won't have to worry about keeping her calm, she doesn't feel like doing ANYTHING for a while!


Momma says this part will only last a few days at most and then Jessie will be trying to get out of her crate every chance she gets, so we should appreciate this while it lasts. I just hope Jessie feels better! We're starting our 30-day countdown until she can play again!


Momma also got the sweetest delivery yesterday, flowers from some of our LBR friends. Some of the roses were purple. Have you ever seen purple roses?! It was pawesome. And we loves the vase.


Momma got a little leaky, but she said it was in the good way.


Finally, don't furget!! If you'd like to pawticipate in the BULL RIDING event for the Blogville Rodeo, I need your picture by July 1st! That's next week! If you can't find a bull to ride, just send me a regular picture and I'll set you up. Send your pics to me at dreagoddess(at)gmail(dot)com as soon as you can!



Tuesday, June 23, 2015

It's PINK Day!

Well, according to the calendars, today is National PINK Day. Wow, a whole holiday for one color! Pink is really not my color, but I had to celebrate today. Whenever I think PINK, I think of my sweet angel sissy Cinderella. It was her signature color, and I smile whenever I see anything pink because I know she would've loved it.









I'll be smiling all day today now, Cinderella! Thanks for keeping your paw in from the Rainbow Bridge to make sure we had a day to remember you!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Cross your paws!

Hey folks, it's me, Jessie!


Wondering why I look so sad this morning? Well, Foster Momma put me in the car and said I was going to get those nasty wormies out of my heart. That's grreat, right? Unfortunately, it means I have to stay at the VET for two whole days! No playing with Casey or snuggling with Foster Momma. They're going to shoot TWO injections of poison into me so it can kill those nasty wormies, and then I have to be calm and quiet for a whole MONTH afterwards. I don't know if I can stands it! So please cross your paws and send me some good vibes. I'm a little skeered.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Goodbye, Scribbles

The Momma here:


In August 2000, I moved to Chicago to start law school. It was my first time to live completely on my own, and I didn't know anyone in the entire STATE when I moved there. I made it about three days in a very quiet apartment before going to the animal shelter "just to look." I walked out with a cat. Scribbles was the first pet I'd ever had on my own, and we had a... challenging first year! He was downright mean sometimes, clawing up my legs and biting me for no reason. But he could also be incredibly sweet and loving. We stuck with each other, and he mellowed out over time. He helped me get through the three absolute worst years of my life in Chicago, moved with me back down to Texas, and put up with me adding first another cat and then a succession of dogs and foster dogs to the family. The whole time, he reminded me and all the others who was REALLY in charge of the house. He made dogs three times his size jump with a single hiss. He was always bossing my other cat Pigeon around, but I'll never forget the time he threw himself in front of her -- hissing and yowling -- when a charging 60-pound dog was coming her way. Scribbles slept in the bed with me, usually on or right next to my pillow, nearly every night of his life. His purring lulled me to sleep, and his friendly head butts in the morning as I got dressed helped wake me up every day. I can't count the number of hours I've spent sitting at the computer with Scribbles sprawled over my arms between me and the keyboard.


Last night, I took Scribbles out in the backyard for his rambles. He walked around very slowly, looking around and savoring every moment of it. I took out my phone and got some of the best pictures of him I've ever taken. After that, I just sat there with him for a long time. Finally I told him that if it was his time, it was okay, and I would be all right. I held him, and he purred. Today, I took him to the vet and helped him to the Rainbow Bridge. I had Scribbles for nearly 15 years, longer than any pet I've had in my entire life. He was almost 17 years old. He has been a part of literally my entire adult life. I don't know how I'm supposed to get by without him now.


All my pets have a special little song that I sing only for them. Scribbles's was to the tune of You Are My Sunshine. "You are my Scribbles, my handsome Scribbles. You make me happy 'cause you are gray. You'll never know, cat, just how I love you. Please don't take my Scribbles away."