My momma says that everybody and their dog blogs. I wasn't writing a single solitary thing, but I'm correcting that right now. When momma got me she named me The Pink Party Poodle for Peace, now I guess I'm The Pink Party Poodle for Peace Pontificating. My pontification of the day is to tell you that the purpose of life is to have fun, hee, hee, and chase lizards. I love to chase lizards--never catch them though, they taste like rotten toes.

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I'm Thinking

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A Horse Named Breeze

That's not a horse, that's me waiting anxiously while Mom, Daughter Darling and Baby Darling stopped at Starbucks for an Arnold Palmer. You know what an Arnold Palmer is? Iced tea and lemonade. Yuck! Doesn’t taste as good as frozen yogurt.
They came out talking about an ad on the wall. A local restaurant, Hana Sushi, is giving some of their profits to help a horse named Breeze have surgery. Beautiful Breeze has a tumor on her ovary, and Villa Chardonnay, Horses with Wings, Sanctuary is going to see that she gets well, but they are asking for help.
Breeze—isn’t that a pretty name? She’s a pretty horse too, I saw her picture. Mom would post one for me, but couldn’t grab it off Villa Chardonnay Horse Rescue’s site.  Villa Chardonnay is not called Chardonnay after a wine, but after a horse named Chardonnay. She was the first horse they rescued in California. She had a bad foot and her owners were going to sell her for $400.00 for slaughter. Villa Chardonnay saved her, xrayed her foot and found it to be fractured. She lives with them still, and has had some beautiful babies. Her foot seems okay, she was young and growing when they got her, had glucosamine supplements, but no surgery, and now she is even ridable, but they do not do that much. 
You guessed it, the next day my family, without me, ate sushi at Hana Sushi where 30% of the proceeds that night went for Breeze.
 I got some left-over Teriyaki chicken though. Yum—even better than frozen yogurt.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Yogurt Yum!

I, Peaches am Existential dog. When I’m happy I’m happy, when I’m sad, I’m sad, and when I feel sick—that sucks.
Today I felt like running and going places and Mom took me to the Duck Pond—prevented me for chasing a rabbit though—how frustrating. I forgot it pretty soon though, I was happy to be with my people, and on the way home we stopped for frozen yogurt—I love frozen yogurt.  See why I love going along? We do fun things—more fun that lying in the closet and waiting for my people to get home. But I Peaches am an existential dog. And being in the moment means I am happy to see them even if they leave me at home for a while. No sense holding a grudge—interferes with happiness.

Wise woman Maya Angelou said this:

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

My purpose is to lick, love, chase lizards, and be happy!

Any more?

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Sleeping with Poodles

I'm a poodle--born on the 18th of July, and almost six years old. I've decided to jog with the rest of the joggers. What's that? Mom said BLOG, not jog. Darn and she said my butt looks cute when I jog.

Oh well, I spend most of my time sleeping anyway, except when I know Mom is going out in the car—I love going along—car, yes,  airplanes, no. Airplanes suck—you have to ride in one of those horrible cramped plastic carriers and get stuffed into the baggage department.  Not a proper way to treat a lady to my way of thinking. I get left behind from the car sometimes—that sucks too. It gets hot where we live, and when it does the people in this house say the car gets too hot for puppies. A puppy? I’m almost six years old, what-a-mean a puppy! And the car always feels great to me. But I know my parents wouldn’t lie, so I have to go along with the program.
Things that don’t suck:

Toys that squeak.

Chasing lizards.

Sunshine on the grass and me sniffing through it, getting my nose wet, and having a ladybug land on it.

Lying on my belly on the cool cement.

Getting a belly rub.

Eating tidbits of cat food--the wet kind, not that gaggy stick-in-the-throat dry stuff. The people only give me a taste, and I think that is why people give out samples, it just sets you up wanting more…

Did I mention chasing lizards? I love chasing rabbits, too, and squirrels. Squirrels are the best, except they tease and then jump into a hole—not fair. I even know the places where they live like beside our driveway, and at the park, and beside El Torito in Eugene Oregon. I get so excited I begin to bark just when we drive up. I can’t help it. The joy just pushes the yap out of me.

To many joyful yaps!