First Come, First Served

We're getting ready for our trip to southern Utah tomorrow, and since I'm completely devoid of pictures or gripes, or even cute anecdotes, I'd like to offer up some green papers to charity of the first person (dog/cat/goat/etc.) who comments with a link to said aforementioned charity who will accept Mom's credit card/Paypal account. (I'd normally go for all takers, but I think Mom has "The Mail" in the mail box already, and I don't think she's going to be mailing anything else for a few days.)

So....

Name your charity and give me a link.

I think of it as good travel karma. Not to mention the opportunity to help those who don't have but totally deserve parents who are total suckers, erm, softies... as warm and loving as my own.

So comment early and often. Because Mom may pick more than one rescue organization. Just for giggles. (And Dennis, while it will take Mom a while to mail some green papers to the wonderful people who took you out of the desert and brought you to an oasis like Mad Max when he went all user-friendly, if you can give me the purported original source of that quote (the 'early and often' part), Mom will send green papers to those crazy people (not your Mom and Dada - the organizational people) who rescued you. And I'll even give you a hint; while it was associated with Al Capone, he wasn't the first guy to say it... And yes, your Dada can Google it.... "Flames. There are flames on my car!" Heehee. I still can't believe that your Dada had to look that one up!!!)

Because helping out homeless beasties creates travel karma. Oh, and Mom says that if you have an organization that does unique stuff (and has cool baseball caps, or something equally cool) like Clive does, comment, even if you aren't first (his organization, if I got it right, is Irish Guide Dogs). Mom is shopping for Christmas presents, and believes that animal rescue related stuff makes the best presents.

So... Comment early and often!

I'll post again with winners when we get settled in Southern Utah.

*kissey face*
-Fiona

Sometimes I am so clever I scare myself!

Mom is STILL busy with this packing stuff. She had this big day planned of going to the House With Wheels and “identifying” the stuff that has to come out of the House With Wheels (stuff that we might need over the winter), figuring out what we need in the House With Wheels while we are down in the south, and what stuff can stay down there, and what stuff has to come back with us when it’s Mom and Dad and TaiChi and me and Bufus in the car. Which means that she’s not going to be able to bring a lot of stuff home. Unless she locates a UPS store. Or thinks that we (meaning TaiChi and Bufus and I) are going to handle a 4 hour drive with the car stuffed to the gills. Lemme just tell ya right now – that isn’t going to work! I need room to get comfy, and Mr. Bufus needs his big crate, and TaiChi, well… I’m actually not sure how she’s going to travel in the car…. Mom may have to get another crate for her…

So, Mom had this great day planned of organizing, and going grocery shopping, and doing stuff at the House With Wheels. And frankly, I didn’t really like her plans. I mean, I like hanging out with Dad, but I don’t like Mom “being busy” for such long periods of time. It interferes with my zoomie time and my ear-scratchy time, and the time where I’m in the backyard humoring Mom by pretending to get all excited about her horrible throws with my Kong toy. So, to paraphrase Johnny Cash, I devised myself a plan that would be the envy of most any dog. I snagged Dad’s phone, and monitored Mom’s progress by reading the text messages she was sending him with updates on her travels. And right after she had left Petco (and you questioned whether I was really paying attention or not!) and had entered the grocery store, I threw up all over the bed. Both blankets, the sheets and even a little bit on one of the pillows. I knew that this would result in Mom having to come home and spend the afternoon washing blankets with me.

Clever, no?

To make sure that I spewed on schedule, when Dad was upstairs doing stuff with his guitars, I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs and eat cat food. And it worked like a charm!

Right after I threw up, Dad called Mom and she cut her shopping trip short so she could come home and wash blankets. (And really, they probably needed to be washed anyway…)

See, I am not as dumb as I look. Even with this silly “streamlined” jar head hair cut I’ve got. True, Mom spent a lot of time in the kitchen and laundry room doing laundry, and other “organizing” stuff, but at least she was home. AND, if you notice, I nabbed her after she had gone to Petco, so I was rewarded with a Snugga Wubba. That didn’t last too long. I don’t know what it is with these Wubba, but I love ‘em so much that they seem to have a short life span. In this case, so short that Mom didn’t even get pictures of me with it. Although, Mom performed some surgery, and I have a slightly shortened Wubba to play with. But I’m tired now.

But, I did get to spend some quality time with my Little Big Sister, TaiChi. She is really The Best Sleeping Partner EVER!


And…. Even though I don’t like things on my head? I got to wear Dad’s hat. I generally don’t like things on my head, but since this smelled like Dad, and I’ve seen him wear it, it was all OK.


See how I cleverly forced Mom home to hang out with me?!?

And besides, I looked all hip!

Yo!

*kissey face*
-Fiona

Wordless Wednesday: Ta-Da!!! (Part 1)

*kissey face*
-Fiona