tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35322893485042237512024-03-18T02:37:50.057-05:00The Three Little Pugsstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-44411923216710772512018-08-08T11:42:00.001-05:002018-08-08T11:42:47.405-05:00NOT A LIGHTHOUSE STORYSO...we really wanted to do a lighthouse story cos we saw that blog going around, and even though the closest thing we have ever seen that would/could resemble a lighthouse is this.............<br />
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We told our Mom it was an Iowa Lighthouse and mom said NO, it was a porta-potty in a cornfield where a big bikers rally was held a few years back. So technically it was a beacon for someone in distress but mom NO ........and she has a firm way about her when she says that word.<br />
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I guess then we will tell you what happened to our mom on her way to work this morning.<br />
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So she is driving along on Hwy. 1 which is a pretty busy highway in the morning. Peoples are getting to work, semis are going to the interstate, farmers are going to the local gas station for coffee, or maybe a porta-potty. We are not really sure.<br />
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As mom is coming across the bridge she see's a truck alongside the road with their blinkers on. At first, she thought maybe they were on their phone but then she saw a little tiny pig run out in her lane of traffic. Luckily she was the only person on the road for that very moment, and she hurried and pulled off the side of the highway.<br />
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The guy said the little pig was going to get hurt running along the highway and he was trying to catch him. We think he fell out of his farmers truck cos he had a yellow ear tag. NO ONE ELSE WAS STOPPING TO HELP so Mom just stood in the middle of the highway and they were sorta forced to stop.<br />
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We don't know if this was illegal but probably the semi drivers were getting ready to call our local sheriff just to get mom off the highway. Finally, the electric guys drive up and pull off and one of them gets out to help. They corner that slippery little pig on the bridge and grab him up so he is safe.<br />
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Mom gets out of the middle of the road, people wave at her, people flip her off, but Mom is happy. <br />
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Hopefully that little pig goes to a really nice farm, where they will take care of him the rest of his long long life.<br />
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So thats our Wednesday story about mom and the pig. We always thought mom would rescue a Golden not a pig. You never know.<br />
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Mags and Gusserstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-78130920352865256222018-08-07T09:07:00.000-05:002018-08-07T09:07:02.044-05:00NUFFIN MUCH TO SAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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See our pumpkin vine, Pip checks it our everytime she comes to our house. I want her to come play wif me. Gussie<br />
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That damn cucumber plant is starting to overtake our deck. Its a jungle out there.<br />
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It stormed at our house last night. Maggie<br />
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Who Cares!<br />
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Wheres my clean underwear Mom? Edstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-25338123261296497682018-08-02T10:05:00.001-05:002018-08-02T10:05:59.909-05:00CHEWY REVIEW #2Yeah we are late, but its Ellen and Henri's cat review and you know how some cats just don't follow the rules and have their own timeline...........well that is them. Plus Piper had her tonsils out this week so we are late finishing our reviews up.<br />
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NO MAGGIE this is NOT what we got from Mr Chewy...oh my pug give me the damn keyboard!!!<br />
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So Mr. Chewy box arrives.<br />
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Okay. Yay.<br />
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We are excited.<br />
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Mom ordered us some new wet cat food to try. We love Mom but we wish she would have sent us a memo first for our approval on the order.<br />
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Does she have the can opener in her hand yet?<br />
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Cool little can..no can opener needed. Each can lasted us about 3 days cos mom just gave us a spoonful with our dry food. We loved it. Blah blah blah blah blah............<br />
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Call of the Wild. See that mountain lion on there, he is our uncle. Yes, our uncle. Geeze the doubters and haters that are on the internet now.<br />
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We got a whole case of 24 cans that were 3 oz. in size.<br />
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This food for us is made with salmon and roasted venison in gravy....we had a hard time keeping our dad out of it. Our house is nuts. Its also grain free which is important to our mom, but we don't really care as long as it tastes good.<br />
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It tasted great. We would like to eat the whole can at each meal but our mom has a control issue and she loves to control how much food we get. <br />
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5 stars for sure. No monies were paid for this fangtastic review.<br />
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<br />stellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-43905298228290669922018-07-31T08:09:00.001-05:002018-07-31T08:09:58.926-05:00CHEWY REVIEW #1So mom ordered us these really great treats! All she has to say to us is "do you want a treat" and we run right into the house. Lord help her when that bag is empty!!<br />
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Finally, she picked something from Mr. Chewy that was for US and US only.<br />
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WE love Mr. Chewy, mom orders in on her magic computer and in just two days there is a box waiting just for US outside. That Mr. Chewy is one fast driver.<br />
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This month Mom picked some treats called Earthborn Holistic Earth Bites which are good for our hair and skin. We can be rather picky little pugs when it comes to our food so Mom wasn't to sure if we would like them or not, but they were an instant hit.<br />
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These are the things Mom liked about them.<br />
1. Grain Free and no Gluten<br />
2. Contains Omega-3 and Omega-6 which are good for our skin, and hair.<br />
3. They are moist and not hard for us to eat. Especially since Gussie only has so many teef left.<br />
4. Contains fruits and vegetables, like apples and spinach. Heck we were worried Piper would find them when she stopped by and eat our snack up!<br />
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This is for all sizes of dogs, and comes in a 7.5 oz for around $5.99. Our bag has lasted the whole month because mom only gives us one or two a day. Mom needs to work on not being so darn selfish.<br />
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Okay folks we give this treat a thumbs up and 5 stars.<br />
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We were not paid any monies to say these words for our treats.<br />
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Mags and Gusserstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-58958176442425312682018-07-24T09:57:00.002-05:002018-07-24T15:29:29.799-05:00TO DO<b><u>To Do List for Mom</u></b><br />
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2. Get her own facebook page and quit using Stella Rose's page.</div>
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3. Hire someone to do the first two things, cos Moms heart can't do it.</div>
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When she got home though the TV was telling her about a storm about an hour North of where we live. <i><b><u>A bad storm.</u></b></i> So Mom watched the weather news to make sure we were safe. Mom is afraid of BAD storms.<br />
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Then the storm turned into a TORNADO and it hit a plant that makes windows in a town called Pella. It picked the cars up and stacked them like little matchbox cars on top of each other. Several people were hurt at the plant but thankfully all of them got to leave the hospital later that day.<br />
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THIS PICTURE WAS NOT TAKEN BY OUR MOM.<br />
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THEN that tornado decided to drop down and head our way. Mom watched it get closer to a town called Ottumwa which is about 30 min. North of us.....and the television was telling peoples to go to safe places. <br />
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Apparently, TORNADO'S like to follow the path of the river, and since we live about a mile from the river, mom was a little concerned. THEN she got really concerned when the news lady talked about towns that were closer and closer to where we lived.<br />
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Mom went outside and talked to Dad who was checking it out from the back yard. It was getting darker and darker.<br />
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THEN the sky started to get really weird looking and Mom was getting more nervous. Our house does not have a basement but our neighbors does .........Mom didn't want to leave us, and Dad said he was staying so Mom stayed also. <br />
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THEN we noticed cars started to stop on our highway and peoples got out with their phones taking pictures of the sky. THAT really made mom NERVOUS.<br />
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Then it started to rain, ............the news woman said it was called a "rain wrapped tornado" and they were dangerous .........and weird and unpredictable. Mom thought "great!"..........ugh.<br />
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So she made me and Gussie go into the bathroom closet with her, except Gussie kept escaping and mom would have to run out and get him, cos he wanted to watch the storm/tornado from the windows. Then Mom heard on the TV the TORNADO was about 5 miles from our house. GULP!!!<br />
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Dad was in the garage watching it, Mom was chasing Gussie around the house. Our parents are not the smartest. I was trying my best to round everyone up and head for the safe house under our parents bed. NO ONE WAS LISTENING TO ME!!!<br />
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It rained, and hailed, and blew winds..............then the sun came out, it hailed again, and it stopped. It was done. WHEW we made it through our first tornado. <br />
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EXCEPT...............remember when we lived in Keosauqua all those years. Its where my mom still works.<br />
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The county fair was going on. Campers, Kids, and animals.............ugh.<br />
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This is what happened to the lumber yard across the street from the fairgrounds, and the county maintenance buildings. (not mom's pictures)<br />
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Maintenance Building.<br />
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Lumberyard.<br />
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Earlier that day, local artists from the Village of Bentonsport had visited the Galloway Barn to paint pictures of it. It is a beautiful old barn between 150-200 years old my mom goes by everyday on her way to work. The artists planned to go back the next day, enjoying the nice weather and scenery.<br />
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As they often say.............People plan, God laughs.<br />
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When Mom drove by it today she saw old bricks, and old lumber and a pile of memories. Soon, it will be cleared away, and cleaned up. Not one person was hurt in the tornado that hit the county that we live in, for that we can be thankful.<br />
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Something she left for us after the storm, at our house.<br />
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Mags and Gusserstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-32714121369996752132018-07-02T15:26:00.000-05:002018-07-02T15:26:29.048-05:00PICTURESRemember I said Mom had more pictures.......well be prepared, or just shut the post off , thats what I would do. Gus<br />
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This is Rusty. He will be a dad someday. Sometimes people who drive by and think he is a baby donkey. Those people shouldn't be on the road driving if you get my drift. He loves cookies. He hates to be brushed.<br />
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This is "little bill". He is a whether goat, which means he cannot be a daddy. He loves cookies also. He is a big baby, Dad brought him home when he was a little baby.<br />
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This is Pete hogging the camera.<br />
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Louie, Pete and their baby Rusty. Bhahahahahahha............................. You see they are not much taller than the baby goat, and they are almost one year old.<br />
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This is baby Lucky. He loves Piper and she loves him. He is part spanish and part fainting goat. He is odd cos he does not have any horns. He loves cookies also.<br />
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This is Bonnie. She has grown up to be a nice girl also. She also loves peppermint cookies.<br />
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This is me, Gussie Boy. I have never gotten a peppermint cookie. Maybe if I had horns and bawled MAAAAAA or DAAAAAA all day I would get one. Do you like the way I frog sit?<br />
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This is Mags. She told me she doesn't give a crap if she gets a cookie or not. She said if she wants a cookie she will just get the bag off the damn counter. Mags is my idol.<br />
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One month ago today Stella Rose went to stay at the 21st step of the rainbow bridge. The deal she made with me was as soon as she knew I understood AND learned the "lesson" she was sent to teach me she would pack up her pup tent, and cross the bridge. Although I reassured her I would be fine, and to please cross, I know in my heart, she has been waiting this whole month, to see what I would do. She knows her momma's heart and soul better then even I do.</div>
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So I am going to tell you a story about how Stella's lesson came to be, and then I know she will keep her promise to me.</div>
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When I was 16 years old, my grandmother died. She was 64. Just one year older than I am now. My grandparents had always lived right across the road from me, and I had a wonderful life with them. I spent every day and most evenings running back and forth to their house, going places with them, staying all night, helping grandma around the house and yard. I am the oldest grandchild, so I am sure I was spoiled and treasured. I thought I would have her all my life, and of course, as many of us experience, God has his own plans.</div>
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One Sunday night she was so sick Grandpa took her to the hospital, and the doc told him she needed to have her gallbladder out. I wasn't worried mainly because at that age, I thought I had control of my life, and I was sure Grandma would always be there for me, and plus it was a simple surgery. Except it wasn't. They found cancer. It was the week before Thanksgiving, and they said she could come home, and would probably be with us till Christmas.</div>
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I didn't believe them, and knew, was positive, once Grandma came home, things would be just fine. Forty eight years ago people really didn't talk to their kids like we do now, so no one sat us down and explained her illness or the future. After all, we were just kids.</div>
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Grandma passed away the day after her surgery. They called our home around 9:30 that night, and mom and dad left to go to the hospital. They didn't tell us kids till the next morning, but I knew when the phone rang.</div>
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The adults were busy making funeral plans; we became invisible, and over time I believe it just became easier for them to think we were all okay. So I told myself I was.</div>
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Except I wasn't. I had all these emotions rattling around in my brain and heart and I didn't know what to do with them, or who to talk to about them. So I hid them away and pretended I wasn't feeling all the pain from grandma's loss, and that became the beginning of my grief suitcase.</div>
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Over the years it became a learned pattern for me. My suitcase became so full, the only way I could close it, was the old fashioned way of sitting on it, and shoving crap inside and then locking it up. </div>
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If I would start to feel any type of grief I would mentally run to get my suitcase. I repeated this behavior until the day that Stella left my side.</div>
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WELL, here comes Stella in my life and she managed to do something wonderful that even my children and grandchildren, whom I love dearly, were not able to do. Open my suitcase.</div>
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Most of you know that Stella lived a horrible life until the day I brought her home, but she never let that affect her. She was a strong little pug, and loved me with all her heart. She taught me a lot of little lessons, and brought wonderful friends into my life. Stella is one of my best gifts. Best.</div>
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About a month before Stella left, I started to think about what her lesson to me would be and just the thought of not having her immediately made me feel these awful emotions, and I ran to the suitcase. I ran several times, for several days and then one night it hit me....."oh no, its the damn suitcase, it will be her lesson!"</div>
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I lost Stella and I allowed myself to cry, and to feel my heart breaking. It was awful. It didn't set me free, it didn't make me feel safe or better, it hurt. I hated it. I knew though she wanted me to just once in my adult life feel these emotions, and deal with them.</div>
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So I did. Of course there were a few times, like 100 times, I started for my suitcase, but I would stop myself, and feel the emotions of Stella not being in my life. <span style="background-color: #f6d5d9;">It. Was. Hard.</span></div>
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Last weeks rain storm, as Mom was leaving for work. We are in a drought so the rain was much needed. Today through next week in the high 90's, Looks like we will be staying in the house.<br />
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This is Mom's cucumber plant growing out of a pot at the end of the deck. Here are the cucumbers she has got off of it so far. WE have no rude comment to make. Sigh..........<br />
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These are for you flower loving peoples out there. Daylilies, and Moms cutting garden. The zinna's and cosmo's are finally starting to bloom. Mom says she needs more mulch and more weeding done. We say she needs to spend MORE time wif just us.<br />
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Another flower picture.<br />
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Mom likes hosta's cos they don't need much care. Do you think that means mom is just plain lazy?<br />
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Mini Hydrangea plant,mom needs to get it planted ASAP!<br />
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Do you see the red tomatoes?<br />
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Stellie's planter filling out nicely. <br />
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Deck plants. Mom had to buy a drill last week, so she could put more holes in the pots. After three different men looked at the drill and couldn't get it to work, the 15 year old grandson came over, and in about 3 min. had it working. New tech crap is what dad said, Mom didn't say a word.<br />
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Plants are finally starting to grow. Now it doesn't look like grass all around the flagpole. <br />
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Well we hope you enjoyed visiting our house today. Tomorrow we will show you all the animals that live wif us. <br />
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Moving on down the road.<br />
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<br />stellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-5189951043998946022018-06-26T08:56:00.001-05:002018-06-26T08:56:18.861-05:00MR. CHEWY REVIEWWell, this is our first review in awhile and of course, mom's cell phone won't download her pictures on the computer this morning. But we are trying our best here so bear with us...lol<br />
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First of all, we love Mr. Chewy, we love seeing that little box come in the mail cos in the old day's everything was for US. Nowadays though it could be a snack for Ed or even the outside animals we just never know. The suspense is terrible!!<br />
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Sorry we can't show you any of our pictures but you will still get all the information you need about this product.<br />
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So Mom picked out for US PUG a product called Stella & Chewy's Savory Salmon Food Toppers. She ordered a 3.5 oz. bag and the cost is 9.49. Mom loves to give us Salmon and believes it helps our coats be shiny and healthy. She has tried to switch our food back to salmon but we refuse to eat it and just want to eat food that she considers NOT as healthy. Sometimes we actually are in charge at our house.<br />
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ANYWAYS our toppers arrive and she tries it out with our supper. It comes with a little scoop and for small dogs you are to use one scoop. WE LOVED IT. We wanted two and three and four scoops. Mom stuck to the rules though, but every morning we ran out to our bowls to make sure the food topper was waiting for us.<br />
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We are so sorry we cannot show you the bag or a picture of us eating it. <br />
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Here is some information about this product though.<br />
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<li>Made with wild-caught salmon and wild-caught cod along with 100% organic-certified fruits and vegetables.</li>
<li>Real raw nutrition in the convenience of freeze-dried nuggets; can be served as a complete meal or mixed with dry kibble to add variety with a nutritious boost and help entice a picky eater.</li>
<li>Formulated to mimic a canine’s natural diet; never contains grains, gluten, fillers, artificial preservatives or colorings.</li>
<li>Complete and balanced nutrition is enhanced with probiotics to aid in healthy digestion—perfect for the pup with a sensitive stomach.</li>
<li>Proudly made in the USA with ingredients responsibly sourced from trusted and reputable suppliers.</li>
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It lasted us two weeks, so for just two little pugs it would cost around $20.00 a month. Mom said that is out of her price range. I suggested we send Gusser to live with the neighbor then, but Mom just glared at me, and sent me to time out.</div>
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We loved this product and would give it 5 stars. We were not paid for any of the information or for the lack of pictures. </div>
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105 here the last four days...........we are sick of it. At least I have found a way to stay dehydrated.<br />
Gusserstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-63743362949341742172018-06-19T08:22:00.000-05:002018-06-19T08:22:13.207-05:00QUIETIn the quiet of the morning, moms brain isn't yet full of work stuff or family stuff, or stuff stuff, it is just quiet. On her drive to work, Mom tells us she enjoys that quiet, and calls it her thinking time. Her remembering time.<br />
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She remembers on the day that Stella went to the 21st step of the bridge, she stopped by the office to share the news with her friends here at blogville. When mom came out of the office in town, there stood a young doe right by her car looking at her. Her heart wanted to believe Stella Rose sent her to Mom to let her know she made it there ...just fine.<br />
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This morning, all the wildflowers were blooming on the sides of the road, blue, and orange......it was beautiful, and Mom remembered how much Sweet Dory loved her flowers ...........she believes she has them planted all over the place..up there in the heavens, and maybe even tends to them down here.......<br />
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Last week when Mom got to work, early in the morning, that same doe came out of the woods by the office, it is strange to have a small woods right in the middle of town but they do, and there beside her was a small fawn. Mom watched her, and they watched Mom. <br />
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I imagine even our friend Easy is laughing it up, thinking about TWO brothers tearing through the house, running and jumping keeping his parents busy...............laughing it up.<br />
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And of course Casey, working on finding Mom that foster, that needs her more, and wants her more than most. He is working hard, it will be perfect.<br />
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Quiet of the morning.<br />
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Mags and Gussiestellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-20183856107215336812018-06-13T08:10:00.000-05:002018-06-13T08:10:26.442-05:00TIME IS FLYING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday moms friend came over with little Oakley to play wif us. Unbeknown to us, hers also brought along her many tortuous devices one of them known as<b><i><u> nail clippers</u></i></b>. Now, hers is a groomer so we should have figured out somefing was going on, when mom went in the house and left us outside wif her.<br />
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Our mom has a hard time dealing wif simple fings when it comes to us. One of them is nail clipping. Evers since Gus showed her how he reacts hers hasn't been the same. Remember when we went to ours old vet, and I believe that as soon as mom would call and have them put his name on the schedule staff would start calling in SICK. Just think of the most awful screechy noise, break glass in a room noise, nails on the chalk board noise, and you would understand Gussie's powerful voice when the clippers come out.<br />
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EXCEPT wif this darn friend. She lassoed him down with zipties, you know the kind they use on prisoners and then she should him a picture of bread and water and told him, his life was gonna change, and she may have even took out a pair of pilers to show him what could happen to his teef, AND OUR MOM WAS IN THE HOUSE CUTTING UP DAMN CANTALOUPE FOR SUPPER.<br />
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Well Gus tried is best, but the only thing that would come out of his frightened voice box was a squeak and a squawk, and before he knew it she stole his toenails.<br />
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When it came to my turn, I gave her the pug glare, and tried to hypnotize her with my "smarter than you are pug brain" but she had on these special glasses and somehow they were able to deflect anything I sent her way. She hogtied me, snipped my nails, and threw me to the ground.<br />
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Later, after she left and we were in bed wif our mom we told her the whole story. Do you fink hers believed us. Hell, no she was just glad our nails were cut, and she got to hide in the house. <br />
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Karma mom, Karma.<br />
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Mags and Gusserstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-18635529287690115152018-06-06T11:03:00.001-05:002018-06-06T11:03:47.420-05:00THE OTHERS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is Petey and the backside of Louie, also Rusty, and Little Bill. The dirt is just by the gate, they have a nice grassy pasture. Mom brushes them each and every night no matter how damn hot it is. Louie is a long haired mini and has not shed his hair yet. We even feel sorry for him. Of course not sorry enough to share our treats wif him. They weight 100 lbs now. which is not much compared to a horse.<br />
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Speaking of treats, mom bought THEM a whole big bag of peppermint treats for mini's. They look like tiny vanilla wafers but smell is like peppermint. It is her way of tricking Louie into letting her brush him each night. Louie has trust issues. Mom is trying to help him.<br />
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I am going to start having trust issues so I can get my own 8 Lbs. bag of mints........holey pug.<br />
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Magsstellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-24598900395152354452018-06-05T10:36:00.002-05:002018-06-05T10:36:52.252-05:00CATSTHESE cats do not understand BOUNDARIES, this is my bed not theirs. Plus El has a problem with decency...................geeze louise!<br />
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stellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-81176068910356281012018-06-04T10:53:00.000-05:002018-06-04T10:53:02.508-05:00HOTIt has been so hot at our house, all Gusser can do is sit. Mom says we cannot stay outside very long cos we get to overheated. Gus looks like a frog with big feet sitting like that.<br />
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Mom and grandboy worked in the yard all day Saturday.<br />
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Part of a rock bed mom started last year.<br />
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New bed by the garage.<br />
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She used 9 bags of mulch and still has one more bed to finish. She should be playing wif us, not the dirt.<br />
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On Thursday Stella Rose came home. Mom says this is part of our closure. We like knowing she is with us. <br />
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Its me Maggie Mae, smiling at you all with a bully stick in my mouf. Its the first time we have got to get a special treat in a LONGGGGGGGG time cos Stellie Rose used to way lay my butt thinking that she did not have one. Sometimes she was just nuts.</div>
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We don't have many routines at our house anymore. Stella made routines for us, some of them were good and some of them were not. We miss them, no matter what. Our house is quiet. We cannot figure that out, Stella was not a loud little pug. We looked for her all weekend, and finally Gussie and I just gave up and found a corner in the diningroom to lay..........and chew on our treats.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">5/21/2018<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I asked Andrea (Casey and Jessie's Mom) if
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before he went to the bridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The letter
is a part of Stella's story and how strong friendship can be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deb<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">5/10/2018<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">My Dearest Casey:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I am writing you
this letter instead of sending you a message because I think it will be easier
for you to read this way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus selfishly
I get to practice my computer skills just in case in the future mom quits
sending texts for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, I have a
whole bunch of words I want to say but I don't want this to be ten pages long
so I want you to know I am doing my best to not ramble on and on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">First of all do
you remember you and Cinderella were one of our very first friends we made on
Blogville.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't really remember which
of us joined first but you have always been in our family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had never had a friend that was not a pug
but instantly I fell in love with your kind eyes and loving face, and of course
I admired those lonnnng legs of yours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was so impressed that your mom fostered you and then kept you, and that showed
me also how much kindness and love she has in her heart for you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I know I never
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there as friends weren't we…and sometimes friendships last a whole lot longer
than dates. Plus you were the first one I got to meet in the real skin at the
blogville retreat, you and Jessie came running out to see me!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">So, I know that
you are sick now, and from what momma tells me tomorrow you will go to the
bridge to be with your sisters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Casey I
have this story I want to share with you and that is the reason I am writing
this letter to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope when you and
your mom are done reading this you will feel better cos that is what my pug
heart wishes more than anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">You know that I
have had some health problems also. I tell you Casey between being blind, half
deaf, a little crazy in the head, bladder stones and my back legs not working
right, life can sometimes get a little tough, at least for mom, cos she loves
me and it hurts her on the days that are hard for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some days are really good and on those days I
see her have hope in her face, and then on the days that are hard I see mom
suffer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I had a long talk with her
about a month ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have my best talks
with her in the middle of the night, when she is asleep cos then in the morning
when she wakes up she thinks it was all a dream, but it really wasn't.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bet you do that also.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I made a decision
and I talked to mom about it that night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I also sent a special email to River Song (remember his mom does the
blog about the rainbow bridge--Marsha) because I needed his permission and
apparently the "Big Guy".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That
is what River calls him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shared my
plan with them, and at first the only response I received was a ugly unhappy
emotion face; but I really didn't care cos I am a stubborn little girl, but
then the next day I received an email from River Song and even though they
really did not like my plan they agreed to let me do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So here was the plan I presented to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">On the day that I
leave for the bridge, I am packing a pup (lol) tent, my favorite blankie and
toy, camping chair, several boxes of graham crackers, chocolate bars,
marshmallows, and extra long sticks for roasting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have heard through the rumor mill that the
bridge is 22 steps long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I am not
sure this information is factual and maybe when you get there you can let me
know the truth about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I decided
I would take exactly 11 steps, which is halfway across the bridge, put up my
tent, get my chair out, fix me a few smores, wave at all my family and friends from
the rainbow bridge and then wait on my mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For however long it takes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">River told me I
was strong to make this decision, but I really think that is a lie and he
thinks I am stupid cos the rainbow bridge is so much better living, in a pup
tent. Oh well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">But, once I found
out that you will be waiting at the edge of the bridge, I decided instead I
would walk 21 steps across the bridge, and set my tent up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That way I am only one step away from you,
and all my friends, and Sammy J., Trudie and little Cotton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, I researched it and in human time 21
steps is still real close to my momma.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">Every day you can
stop by cos I am only one step from you, eat a smore with me cos your legs are
long enough to reach those extra long roasting sticks I brought, and we can
have some good talks and laughs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I hope you are
not upset with me cos of my decision to sit on the bridge, but it is something
that I MUST do until I am absolutely sure my Mom has learned the lesson that I
was sent to her to teach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I am
positive that she has, I am sure you will help me pack up my tent, toys, chair
and blankie and walk me that one step over the bridge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I knew from the
very moment Casey that I met you that you and I were going to have an important
connection at the end of our earthly lives, and now I know what that purpose
is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know everything has a plan and
that even as dogs we don't always know what it is, but now I understand why we
were destined to meet through our moms blogs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I am not sure
when you will see me on the 21st step, but I bet when you get to the bridge you
will know the exact day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do ask a
favor from you that you not share that information with me as of yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">Until we meet
again my dear friend, I will look for you each night in the stars, and on the
days that are a little rough here on earth I will feel you by my side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been truly blessed to have known you
here on Earth, and in the future it will be a true celebration when we are
together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Your Friend, Stella Rose Long</span><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">On Saturday May
19, 2018 Stella Rose Long went to the Rainbow Bridge. I knew all week that
something was off with Stella, and by the end of the week, her quality of life
was slipping away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Saturday we had an
appointment with her vet that I had made earlier in the week and I knew in my
heart what the vet would tell me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stella
Rose though was very strong, and calm, and relaxed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She never had rode in the car very well, and
on that day she lay on her blanket, and just calmly looked at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was like she was telling me everything
would be right in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We did have
one last special talk though before she crossed over from this world to the
other, and I reassured her she did not need to wait for me on the 21st step,
that I figured out about a month ago just what her lesson was to me, and I
promised her I would fulfill it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told
her I wanted her to cross over the bridge, and become healthy and happier and
to be with all her family and many friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I told her I loved her a million times a million, and said all the words
that she already knew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">I do want to
share this with you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got to the
vet and was in the waiting room, suddenly a big boxer came running through the
door, with his mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently he had
run all over the parking lot, and she was all out of breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You could tell he was full of lots of energy
and excitement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he saw Stella he
came running over to her and just looked at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew in my heart, that Casey had found a
way to let me know she was going to be just fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will always remember that moment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">Now, in the quiet
moments grief hits me hard, and I hear her quiet voice tell me it's okay to
feel all the emotions I am feeling and all the tears will help heal the hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif";">Thank you all my
friends here in blogville and on facebook who have let us into your lives and
hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deb, Maggie and Gussie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
stellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-33771126962363260492017-10-31T08:31:00.000-05:002017-10-31T08:31:31.923-05:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO METoday is my birthday. I am FIVE years old!!!! Mom took pictures of my last night and SHE wanted to share them with you. Mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her I have decided to become the GD of this farm. For you city slickers that means Guardian Dog of the animals that live with us. It is a very important job, protecting them from predators, and the UPS guys and Trash truck guys. Mom said she would give me a 90 day trial, so tomorrow I will start. I will do just great! Maggie Mae.<br />
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First I was a pissy bumblebee. Geeze.<br />
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Then I was so ashamed of being a damn bee I hide my face from the world.<br />
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Then I was some old woman with a headscarf and halloween wrap around my neck. Can you see my scowling??<br />
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Now I am a troll. Its hard to see my little cute face but I am not smiling.<br />
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Stella's stupid monkey hat. I ripped those socks off my feet.<br />
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Here are my new charges. I can hardly wait to take care of them.<br />
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First the four quackers. They give us 3 eggs a day, they make super good cookies, and cakes...yummy.<br />
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Then sweet little Bonnie, she is everyones friend, kinda like me.....heheehhehehe.<br />
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This is "little Louie" he just came to our farm a few days ago. He is a baby mini like our Petey. <br />
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Petey, Louie and mean ole Ethel.<br />
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And Lucy.<br />
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Mom forgot to take a picture of little Bill cos he lives in a little pen on the other side of the house, he is just a little guy.<br />
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So Happy Birthday to me. Margaret Mae<br />
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<br />stellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-77702298019925939752017-10-25T10:13:00.002-05:002017-10-25T10:13:17.190-05:00CHEWY REVIEW #2Our next item we are reviewing this month is called Hartz No Odor Cage Wipes for Small Animals.<br />
Mom got it to try on Eddies tower.<br />
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Ferrets have been known to have a musky smell about them, and of course if their cage is not cleaned on a daily basis then everything starts to smell. <br />
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Eddie is excellent about using his special ferret litter box, and never has accidents out of the cage. Everyday dad cleans his cage, by wiping it down with the Hartz wipes. The wipes leave a soapy residue on the cage, but with paper towels it wipes off easily. The wipes contain Nodor which traps odors on contact. It also comes in a handy pop up container so dad can just grab the wipe and go. At a cost of $4.22 and only using a few wipes each day, it would be a good purchase. There also is no lasting strong smell to the wipe.<br />
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Mom always worries that people who visit our house can smell Eddies tower, but company will comment that there is no smell. Ferrets are just like kids, you gotta keep them clean and you have to keep their home clean, or it will smell. Every week Ed's blankets and little rug gets washed in the washer, and his whole cage gets wiped down. He also gets new kitty litter, and new shavings which are in the bottom of the tray of his cage.<br />
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Ferrets can be a lot of work, and that is why people end up letting them lose, or putting them outside in their barns to live. These are crappy choices for ferrets.<br />
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Eddie is part of our family, and if you have ever had the pleasure of meeting him, he leaves a lasting impression with you. He is funny, and smart, and of course teases us pugs everyday.<br />
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We give Hartz a four star review. We were not paid any treats or money for this review.<br />
Stella Rosestellaroselonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353643296569568834noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532289348504223751.post-89584121253467761422017-10-25T09:58:00.000-05:002017-10-25T09:58:41.403-05:00CHEWY REVIEW #1So we told mom she had better get in gear and do our Chewy review, or Ms. Natalie would come a knocking on our door next time instead of this guy.<br />
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We just love when he pulls up. He always gets out the the brown truck and comes in and sits for awhile, while we give him a glass of sweet tea and cookies. He tells us all about working for Mr. Chewy and how much he loves to watch our faces when we see what is ACTUALLY in the box. We are not to sure just WHAT he means by that comment.<br />
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So this month mom picked an item for bof us pugs and those two cats of ours. <br />
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It is made by WERUVA and it is called Pumpkin Patch up for dogs and cats. It is a food supplement made of pumpkin that you can add to your dogs or cats food.<br />
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Mom loves to give us 100% pumpkin and she tries real hard around this time of the year to actually cook us real pumpkin and freeze it. So she was excited when she saw this on this months review.<br />
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So we tried it.<br />
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First the cats, Mom mixed their dry, and wet food with some pumpkin.<br />
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Henri is enjoying it.<br />
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Then it was our turn.<br />
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Dry, wet, and a little pumpkin.<br />
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We loved it also.<br />
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Here are the benefits of pumpkin. The only two ingredients are pumpkin and water. Eating pumpkin has lots of good benefits for our tummies and mom likes putting it in our food. The feeding instructions for this product is you are to feed in conjunction with our regular food and refrigerate leftovers.<br />
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At our house there were no leftovers.<br />
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We reviewed a box with 12 pouches and each pouch contained 1.05 oz. This morning each of us received just about a tsp. or so in our food and we went through 3 pouches. So in our case this would not work for a family our size. Although the price is reasonable at $7.44.<br />
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Another thing that mom did not like was this product is made in Thailand. Mom tries really hard for us to eat USA, and to play with items made in the USA. So another reason for mom to cook our own pumpkin.<br />
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We would give this a 3 star product.<br />
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We were not paid for this review, this is our own feelings.<br />
Stella Rose and pugs<br />
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