
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
How horrible. Rat poison was found in pet food blamed for the deaths of at least 17 cats and dogs, but scientists say they still don't know how it got there and predicted more animal deaths would be linked to it. Please read about it more on Le Pug's site.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007

Please read this link regarding the recall of pet foods for cats and dogs!!! These were sold in Canada and America.
Menu Food distributes popular brands, 50 brands are effected such as:
Iams
Best Choice
Nutro (that's what Mommy and Daddy feed me)
Pet Pride
Article on this recall
And another one here
Please read these links. Many pets have been ill due to this food recall and some have even died.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Mommy thinks this forward she got in her email was quite funny.
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.......for now!
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.......for now!
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
I got to meet Auntie Linda's baby for the very first time today. This was a big deal for Mommy and Daddy because they want her and I get get a long. She is 3 months old and her name is Emma. I was only a bit jealous in the beginning but I was ok for the rest of her stay. When she cried, I would bark because I don't like anything high pitched but then when I barked, she would get scared and cry more. But it was ok in then end, we started to like each other.
I even let her sit on me!
I even let her sit on me!Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I'm feeling much better. Thanks for everyone's concern! I was a bad boy and went into the garbage and ate a scrap piece of yarn that Mommy had thrown away. I was a bit constipated but it the yarn finally came out! It was about 7 inches long! Daddy had to help pull it out of my bum bum because it wouldn't come out....sorry, I should've spared your the details but I'm A-OK now. Mommy is going to have to put her trash can higher. Arf Arf!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
I haven't been feeling too well. Mommy and Daddy have been very worried and have been keeping a close watch on me. I'm not too sure what to tell them, I'm just not up for any treats or playtime like I use to anymore. When I walk, my head is lowered and my legs sometimes shake and I'm not as fast as I use to be. My back isn't straight but curved when I walk, I look like I'm in pain and I think I am, but I'm not too sure what to tell Mommy and Daddy because they can't understand dog language. They've tried rubbing all parts of my body to pin point where the pain is coming from but I never let out a yelp or cry. Just a few hours ago, I started wimpering for no apparent reason that anyone can think of. Can anyone help me? What is that I have? Mommy says she'll take me to the vet on Monday if this keeps up. Please pray for me and I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
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