Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Following a few other blogs post on the nick names we give our dogs here is a short list of Whiskey's:

Bat ears
Bunny Butt
Cuddle bug
Whiskey Dew

She actually responds to most of those, depending on the situation.
Hope everyone has a good Tuesday! I have a special gift heading out to Laurie over at Sadie the Rescued Corgi and will post about that soon-but I dont want to completely ruin the surprise. Keep an eye out on her blog too.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

A tribute to Kelly & Gibson

A small tribute to Kelly of Corgi Butts for coming up with the cutest, most simple corgi image that my mom duplicated into my birthday cake!

Look familiar?

I didn't want to cut into this cake but it smelled as good as it looked.

The past week's happenigs

So here is the real deal of a post for the things that have been going on these past weeks:

We went to a friend's black and white birthday party

We clean up nice. No?
We had a great time at the party. We went to move the car that was blocked by 3 others to leave the party and while maneuvering it into a more convenient spot this happens:

My car gets side swiped by a big old van...and the van took the hell off.
Got the licence plate numbers, a police report was filed, right now my car is still in the shop (we took it over on my birthday at 7am) but thankfully no one was hurt and it could have been a lot worse.

After that. Its MY BIRTHDAY! WOO-HOO!!

And the world's best mom award goes to my mom, because she made this AWESOME cake!

Look familiar? :-)

My and the puppers showing off the cake.

The cake all cut up and that lil stuffed corgi the boyfriend found. I LOVE it.

Somewhere before or after the birthday Josh and I took Whiskey to the park t run around and for us to clear our minds. (I think this was before birthday)

Loves the sand

Momma and Puppers. :-)

And also after the birthday we moved Josh out of the icky, gross, moldy, run-down old apartment he lived in...

...and into a garage (converted) apartment my grandpa was renting out. Also a good thing-its 5 minutes from my house.

This weekend we just got home from Islands of Adventure at Universal Studios in Orlando and saw the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!

Turkey leg (YUMMM....) & Butterbeer. (AWESOME!)

Us with the Hogwarts behind. And if we look like drowned rats- its because we are. We went on Pluto's barge before hand and if you don't know what that is...lets just saw you get drenched!
So that has been my past week and a half. Quite exciting, draining and fun.
But I'm glad to be home and relax and hopefully be back in the normal swing of things.

Thursday, August 26, 2010


I know, I know... I have more excuse, but they are legit ones I promise! There has been so much on my plate this past week and I have pictures all ready to blog about on my camera, I just need to put them on my computer. oops- minor technicality.

Just a small list of whats been going on:

got sick
passed cold to boyfriend and mom
had a friends' bday party to go to
(as many saw on facebook) my car got side swiped
moving boyfriend to another apartment
painting (I haven't forgotten Laurie)
... I'm sure there are more that I'm forgetting but that is the short list

I hopefully have plans to go to Island of Adventure at Universal Studios Orlando, but we'll see what happens with that because of the storms out in the ocean and how fast we get boyfriend moved it.

Very very soon I will be up and running. I have darling pictures of Whiskey on my camera that I need to upload.
Thanks for staying with me.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Happy Happy Birthday...

Happy Happy Birthday to ME!!!
Today is my golden birthday. I turn 24 on the 24th! :-) Its been a busy couple of days and I will have a more in depth blog post with all that information soon.
Just want to pop by and say HI!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


The BLOB! (the baby kitty)

Peek-a-boo (try making up the bed with that inside)

My Pretty pup-pup! :-)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sick as a dog

So I've been fighting a sore throat since Wednesday and now it has come on full force with vengeance yesterday. My 2 best friends are down home and I was determined to party with them. The past 2 weekends' plans to party got foiled by different reasons. This weekend I wasn't going to let a little sniffle stop me. We all know how this is going to end....not well. Today I'm a pathetic puddle of miserable-ness. And either whiskey knows mommy is sick or mommy passed her cold to whiskey. Is that even possible? Can a dog catch a humans' cold? She's just been a big baby (much like me) and just sulking around and laying down all pathetic like. And she didn't eat breakfast real good this morning.
Has anyone had a problem like this. When I human is sick and then the animal catches the humans' cold?
Interesting to know. Please share. :-)

Back to cuddling with my tissue box.

Friday, August 13, 2010

On its way to CA (Paw it Forward)

The 2nd and last box is on its way to Cali (kinda ironic that's where my box started from). The box is on its way to Karen and Butterball, and also I learned Benny! What a welcoming gift for him. Of course the box had to pass inspection:

Gotta sniff every corner ma

I'm getting "paws" on with this package

I think its good to go. Paw stamp of approval

Thursday, August 12, 2010

On its way to IL (Paw it Forward)

Kelly and Gibson's box is all packed up and ready to be shipped out lunch time today.
But it had to be inspected first...


Oh whats that? ...Nothing just tape

One more sniff. Okay Its good to go ma.
Inspection test passed by agent #42

Hope you enjoy Kelly and Gibson. I am super excited.
Karen- you and Butterball's box will be out tomorrow. It failed inspection. Not really just some finishing touches.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


This post kinda-sort-of-in-a-round-about-way has do with Whiskey.

I want a new camera.
I have a cute little personal stick in your back pocket casio exilim. I love it. I really do. My boyfriend got it for me for our one year (date) anniversary.

I want a new one though. I want one that I can adjust the focus and change the lens for cool effects. A nice "big" one. There are so many makes and models out there. I have no idea where to start. The last one that I could manually focus on my own was my dad's OLD cannon 35mm that took real film. Do I go with:

I've read a few blogs that use a DSLR (?).
Help with this big decision please.
Any info will be helpful.

Thank you

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Warning: Big Tear Jerker, but Worth the Read

I was again on petfinder and saw a little border collie corgi mix = Borgi. The adoption foundation, The Dog Liberator, has a blogger and I went over to them and did some looking around. They seem like a great organization located around Orlando, FL. While clicking around I stumbled upon the "say no to kill shelters" and some more in dept info. I can across this story (it is from an anonymous writer) and I was crying half way through it. It sticks you where it hurts, the heart (as we are all loving pet owners). But it is also an awareness story and a good one at that. Luckily FL is not one of the states that euthanize animals in this way. If it was...I'd do something or move out.
Be prepared and get the tissues out.

Author, Unknown:

Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I’m an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I’m in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I’m also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me, the devil Gas Chamber man. The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I’m told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don’t even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellies. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name. They will not die without a name. I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch. I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber. Some tilt their heads to try to understand. I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me. I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don’t even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box. The shelter does not keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did. In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough.
~Author unknown

List generated August, 2008by HSUS
Note: States that do not allow carbon monoxide may still allow older pounds and shelters to use that method, until new shelters are rebuilt or new methods are adopted.

States that allow carbon monoxide Gassing:
New York
North Carolina
Rhode Island
South Carolina
West Virginia

States that do not allow gassing:
New Jersey
New Mexico

Information Unavailable:
North Dakota
Puerto Rico

States that do not Mention Gassing either way in their laws:
District of Columbia
New Hampshire
South Dakota

Yes, Legal 17
No, Banned 12
Not Mentioned in Law 20
Unavailable 3

Monday, August 9, 2010

Box o' Fun

My Paw it Forward box has been a lot of fun for Whiskey. She is still dragging her skineez fox around the house. And continues to be amused by her babble-ball.
I have been so excited to get my boxes together, and they are basically done except one thing I am waiting on. They hopefully will be sent out Wednesday or Thursday.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Paws it Forward (a package from CA)

I frequently read and visit the blog 4 the dogz. About a week ago she posted about a Paws it Forward box she had received. I left a comment and yesterday my own Paws it Forward box was on the door step. This box traveled all the way from California to Florida :-)
Whiskey was just as excited as I was to get this box.

A package for moi??

Can we open it now ma?

Oh yay! I see stuffies I like!!

Which one which one?

I loves this one!


The whole loot.

Can I have thems now?

Safe to say this was a good box of stuffies. :-)

Doggie approved.

So the break down of what was inside the box:

1. The paw print blankie. (If it was meant for Whiskey I'm sorry I stole it.)

2. Chicken flavored nylabone. Yummmm.

3. Home made cookies. Double Yummmm.

4. Skinneeez fox. She LOVES. She killed the squeaker in the tail already, but still drags it around the house. We had a friend come over the night we got the box, and she had to show "Uncle David" her new toy! And they are very durable, thank you Kelly's review.

5. Babble-ball. Hi-larious! She pushes it around with her nose and we it talks does the "head tilt". Then she will stare at it and bark AT it, like its going to talk back (oh right, it actually does). She was chewing on it a little too much, almost like she want to see the voice inside, so I took an old stuffed ball toy that she killed the squeaky in and shoved it in there. She loves it! She carries that around the house too. Dropping it along the way and barking at it.
I've never seen the Babble-ball before, but it is a great toy for cats and dogs.

And there was a little note card for Whiskey from her new friends it California. :-) On the CUTEST stationary!!!!


So the next two people to comment on this post leave me your e-mail address in the comment and a Paw it Forward box will come to you! :-)