Tuesday, February 28, 2012

OAT me NOWs for Tasteeee Tuesday!

OK, we love these, but we do only get a small cracker as a treat, because the momma is cheap, calorically budget minded, stingy and scared poopless of auntie Robin, mindful of auntie Robin's advice, unable to handle any sort of guilt, basically conscious of our health requirements to the point of being neurotic  fastidious. [JD I am trying! OMD Nobody wants her POed... but there has to be some truth, no?]



  • 1 1/2 cups rolled oats
  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon (optional)
  • 1/2 cup water
  • 5 tablespoons olive oil


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a baking sheet.
  2. Place the rolled oats into a blender or the work bowl of a food processor, and pulse several times to grind them into coarse flour. Stir the oat flour together with whole wheat flour, salt, honey, and cinnamon in a bowl. Pour in the water and olive oil, and mix to form a soft dough. Place the dough onto the prepared baking sheet, and roll out 1/8-inch thick. Using a knife, partially slice through the dough in desired shapes. She uses a pizza cutter to do this. She also uses a docker to "dock the dough, but a fork will punch just as many holes, so go at it.
  3. Bake in the preheated oven until just barely brown, 10 to 12 minutes.  Allow to cool completely on baking sheet before breaking along score lines into individual crackers.
  • The cinnamon can easily be replaced with many different seasonings to make different flavors. Some of the different types I've tried: garlic parmiggiano reggiano; fleur de sel, flaked salt; and garlic pepper, oregano,  ... etc...
    I love them spicy, but the other two four leggeds around here.... are less inclined to the charms of pepper, be it red, black or white. Freaks. 

The White Hat Society luncheon. FRUMPT.

Not even for a nano second was I fooled when momma said they had a Bichon in attendance at the White Hat Society Luncheon. Not even for a split of a nano second. Plaster toy does not count. Although... I must admit, the fact that the two leggeds felt the need for a representation of us to take center stage at "their" meeting, tells me we are ADORED.  They are short a few candles and an altar, and some offerings... but... center table is a mighty fine start.

Auntie Robin, Love the paw prints. Awwww...[wait for it] ...some!

Awwwww, such a cute couple. Kip, your daddy is very very nice, and auntie Susan, she is ok too. [that should get under her skin  - I only needle those I love.]
Chit chat, chit chat, chit, chat........................................................................................

Boy they talk a lot! More chit and more chat..................................................................

Momma???? Is that you??? Both your eyes and your mouth are closed??? I did not recognize you. Odd place to nap?  You were not napping? Ha. You are a terrible poser. NOT so easy to be a model, ha?  Now do you appreciate me? Next time, try keeping your eyes open.

Ahhhh, there you are awake. This is Uncle Bob's picture. Crack a smile already, We will practice, I will give you pointers, you will learn to tilt your head down, Boy oh boy... the things I have to do! Working with amateurs... On the whole, nice picture, nice group. Needs more....Bichon.

NO. Bigger is not better, it's just creepy. You want a Bichon to attend?  I am  perfectly available, I am soft, I smell good, I love restaurants and I am pretty.  I could even wear one of my tiaras and a dress. [No not any Ralph Lauren   http://www.silvieon4.com/2011/01/ralph-who.html   http://www.silvieon4.com/2011/12/dear-dani-and-nonna.html   ... I will will go Cynthia Rowley for you.]   

Uncle Bob, next time, "poke the bear" make sure momma stays awake.

That's all I am saying....

Saturday, February 25, 2012

chicken treats from CHINA ARE POISON


READ all about Senator Sherrod Brown's efforts here:

The Dowi worked for Senator Brown and momma knows him too. She says he is a "truly wonderful man" jaw drop. Really? Wow he must walk on water.

Still can't quite believe it? Go here: http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/dogtreat.asp



isn't it cute?


This is me kissing my uncle Phil.  Look at his wrinkled face. It gets that way anytime I get near it. He is terrified of my licking his eyeballs, teeth, nostrils... so he wrinkles up his face and looks like this. Funny ha?  We actually take turns "giving him kisses". OK... I will come clean. Really, the three of us have this betting thing going.... Who ever causes uncle Phil  to jump up and go wash up wins.   Wendy has an unfair advantage. That girl has a huge tongue!  But what I lack in size, I make up for in ambition and drive.

He, uncle Phil, wanna come over and play????

[I need to win some chewy bits today- you know a little "scratch for the weekend".
Some eaaaaaasyyyy scratch that does not involve chores.


Friday, February 24, 2012

The Beignet recipe

Ok. The momma got too many e mails about the recipe, so I told her to blog it.  The things I do for that woman!  Here it is :



  • 1  cups lukewarm water
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 1/2 tsp active dry yeast
  • 2 eggs, slightly beaten
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
  • 1 1/2 cup evaporated milk
  • 1 TBSP vanilla extract or fiori di Sicilia or orange essence or... lemon peel...or lemon essence.... or Brandy... Or Chambord... whatever you like.
  • 7- to 8 cups bread flour [ AP flour will work, but you really do need the gluten to make a great stretchy dough. As you add the flour, the goal is a dough that is silky not sticky, and humidity dictates how much flour to add to get it there]
  • 1/4 cup shortening
  • Nonstick spray
  • Oil, for deep-frying
  • 3 cups confectioners' sugar


I am lazy, { editor's note: she is... I can attest to that... one long walk and then all you can get out of her is short walkies...}  I use my Electrolux mixer, you can use your kitchen Aid or whatever mixer you use. {Robin I am so sorry about that whole Hagador thing... but you know I name my appliances...and usually can't recall the manufacturer}

1. Mix water, sugar, and yeast in a large bowl [I use my mixer bowl... and proof. [it should start  bubbling in 5-7 minutes]
2. I then add the eggs, salt and evaporated milk and vanilla to the yeast  mixture and I mix it until it's uniform.
3. Measure your flour and start mixing it  in by adding about 3 cups to the mixing bowl.
4. Add your shortening and then mix enough flour in to create a silky smooth dough.  I let the machine do the work for me.
5. Once you have the dough to the silky point [your bowl should look clean because the dough pulls together], it is time to rest the dough.
6. Spray or grease a large bowl with nonstick spray or shortening, and let the dough rest for 2 hours or as long as 3 yrs.
7. Start by rolling the dough to about 1/4 inch thickness and then cut out your shapes. Try to cut uniform shapes no more than an inch big so even cooking is assured.  When about half of your dough is rolled out and cut, start preheating your frier to 350 degrees.
8. Line a colander with paper towels. 
9. finish cutting and now start frying.
The diamonds squares, circles, whatever, cook quickly and you really have to tend to the dough because they do keep flipping to one side.
10. As they cook to a golden brown, place them in your lined colander. Drain them for a while.
11. The sugaring.... some people add the confectioners' sugar to a paper or plastic bag and drop the beignets in it and shake them to coat them. Other people.... just prefer a light dusting. Either method is good.

I have served them with ganache for dipping, or raspberry coulis... or a lemon sauce....and yes even plain.  Leftovers? What leftovers? This dough can be frozen and thawed and I never had leftovers.

What are you waiting for?  EAT!
 'vie's momma

'vie...Don't you think she should share more with me???

Give it back!

I get it. It is the hole of no return. Things that go in there are never seen again.
'Cept for momma's keys. she flushed them out. Deep breath, Join me... EWWWWWWWW!


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Laissez les bon temps rouler


A day late and two dollars short...she finally remembered Mardi Gras.  Voila`, beignets now, do you think she can get me some cafe au lait and make it  a theng for me? I am full of ya yas and I need to immerse in the spirit of Mardi Grad.  You now, a nice gumbo would do it, a small king cake...But... her heart is not in it.  No beads. She packed them.... Nuff said.  I will settle ...We need more cow bells and lots more powdered sugar. And here I sit and wait and wait. Licking my chops in vain.


Enough waiting already!!! GIMMEEEEEE!!!!!

She drives me crazy.


This time it's personal

Generally I find politics as exciting as watching paint dry. But this time it's personal. I tried doing a short video about how I feel about this dude, but momma refused to tape me gagging and tossing my cookies at the mere mention of his name. So thank you Maya for your eloquence.

I want one of those buttons, t-shirt, bandana thingies. No I will not wear it, momma YOU wear it for me. If you loved me, you would do it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

RIP Marie Colvin

"Our mission is to speak the truth to power."

"We send home that first rough draft of history. We can and do make a difference in exposing the horrors of war and especially the atrocities that befall civilians."
Marie Colvin
American War Reporter

For us, losing you is a horror.
Thank you for being our eyes, our voice, our conscience

Rest in peace.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Tasteeee Tuesday

LAMB Balls.

[old old Marlyn Monroe joke... comes to mind.  Are the balls the only part of the matza you eat?"  nevahhh mind ]

One lb of  ground lamb
One TBS of thyme
One crushed clove of garlic
One slice of whole wheat bread soaked in skim milk
One teaspoon of dry crushed mint leaves
one tsp of salt
1/4 to 1/2 cup of vegetable broth as needed.

Mix everything. Shape as small meatballs, place on a cookie sheet and bake in a preheated oven at 350 degrees for 8-10 minutes. Cool down and serve.

Editor's NOTE: 3 makes a nice serving, One is just a mean tease. Two just says "I almost love you".


Monday, February 20, 2012

What's rain got to do with it?

First the momma said "Yeea the rain is gone!. Let's have breakfast and then let's go for a walk."

We were all very excited. We love going for a walk!

We ate breakfast and even pre-washed  our dishes by licking them up very well so that the only thing left behind was the design.

Then we cooperated and allowed the harnesses to go on quickly, so we could go for a WALK as she promised.

Then the momma opened the garage door, took two steps out and came back in with a new plan and a a bizillion of 7 excuses.
1.Everything is wet [duh it rained all night]
2. there is mud everywhere. [duhh it rained all night]
3. there are  live crawly things all over. [duhhh it rained all night]
4. there are huge puddles everywhere.  [duhhhh it rained all night]
5. we risk getting splashed by any car driving by.  [duhhhhh it rained all night]
6. There are lots of branches and stuff down.  [duhhhhhh it rained all night]
7. There is no way we could stay clean after a walk in that mess.  [duhhhhhhh it rained all night]

DUH!  Do you think so? When did staying clean become part of the package?
So then she said, "How about a ride?" 

Only JD was thrilled with that idea. I vigorously expressed my disappointment by heading into the house. The Wendy just squealed and whined.

After a few minutes, the momma got an idea ["AN" as in one... idea... shocking it did not die of loneliness before she expressed it]

She pulled out the old buggy and offered us a buggy ride.  We get to stay clean, but be outdoors and we get to sniff out the post rain smells,  and she gets to negotiate puddles, mud etc. You do realize, she did NOT think it through, right?  But hey, I am all for watching momma get soaked and muddy and wet.

I do draw the line at cleaning her up. She better be ready to do that on her own.  With that provision in place, we all piled into the buggy.  She is now putting on her boots, and her hat, and her coat.... how many more things does she need to put on before we actually go?????

Two leggeds... they are just so weird.

'vie and the gang, bound for a buggy ride post rain.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sad good bye

The former THAT WOMAN

Is now known as MY MOMMA again. I got lamb balls with my dinner and can I tell you something? They are truly  delish. Specially when you get more than one.  Even JD loves them. So, of course we talked the momma into getting more lamb to grind to make more. :) 

I am willing to help.  I make a fab QC supervisor. Yes, folks it is all about quality control!  I am willing to risk my taste buds to insure a consistently delicious product. I make sacrifices.

I will get the momma to actually measure stuff this time so we can post the recipe for Tasty Tuesday. You know, some temperamental cooks feel that their creativity is stifled when the measuring spoons have to come out... But she will measure. We will post an accurate recipe.

Meanwhile... I bask in the afterglow of breakfast.


Saturday, February 18, 2012

THAT WOMAN does not deserve me

Oh the agony.  Oh the horrible torture. Oh the emotional abuse. I am dying here.  I used to have a momma I adored. I used to think the sun rose and set on her. NO MORE. I am now referring to her as THAT WOMAN.

THAT WOMAN, whose name I shall not utter, after breakfast, started prepping some food. Ehmm, happens every day, so for a while nobody payed any attention to her.

Then the torture started. A familiar, yet strange smell invaded the kitchen and attacked my nostrils which were asleep like the rest of my body.  I got jolted awake. Confused at first, I decided to follow the smell. It led me to the kitchen.

A self satisfied smug THAT WOMAN, said she was expecting us. US. I looked around and sure enough, JD was there, nose in the air catching every possible scent particle. Same for The Wendy who NEVER ventures in the kitchen unless her gluttony wins over her fears. We were all there.

THAT WOMAN then took 3 small round things and gave us each one. Her hand on her hip, she matter of factly told us that we were "guinea pigs". Whatever THAT WOMAN, get your glasses, we are your Bichons...not guinea pigs.

Nevertheless, each one of us took one of the ball thingies and we went to explore them. Yes, they smelled incredible. But... the taste. OMD the taste was UNREAL, To die for detectability. My tail was wagging so hard that it even shocked me. What were these ball thingies???? Were have they been my whole life? What are they called?

Forget all the questions. GIMME MORE.

THAT WOMAN said NO MORE Not until dinner. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  Dinner?   Like after the sun goes down? I might be dead by then!  Why can't we have them now?

THAT WOMAN went on and on about calories, portion control, we had breakfast... blah blah blah... like one thing had to do with another. Sometime she strings together a bunch of unrelated words that only make sense to her. Her logic frame must be broken because it all sounds like non sense to me. Bottom line she is not giving out any more bites of heaven.

Ohhh that's a great name. I shall call them BITES of HAVEN.  THAT WOMAN calls them lamb meatballs. She is so odd. If they are made of lamb they cannot be "meat" balls. At best they could be lamb balls. I like bites of haven better.

If THAT WOMAN  expects any loving out of me today, she better start by taking out some bites of haven out of the cold closet and get them ready for my mouth.  Until then she is persona non grata and non gratis too!


Thursday, February 16, 2012

Worth a READ and my own EDITORIAL




My own 7 cents.  [yes it is ALWAYS 7 with me, because it's as high as I can count and it's a lot!]

How about this. Less gum flapping and less PR wars, more action. Start by actually closing down puppy mills and legislating them out of business. The ONLY message worth sharing is RESCUE. Every life is precious.  Westminster, Pedigree... who ever... stop the hypocrisy. Stop manipulating, vying for attention.  We all know you are into the money. But you could still follow the money and actually make lots of it and effectuate social change. [I love my fat word dictionary, don't you?] Back to the issue.... If  Westminster  was truly interested in quality breeding, they could actually initiate a MASTER BREEDER program.  Set standards for breeding practices, set educational requirements [genetics, nutrition, training, handling...] standards, practice requirements and actually hold people to a professional, measurable, objective qualification process. MASTER BREEDERS would insure the best breeding practices because backyard breeders, puppy millers could not qualify.
People would seek Master Breeders. SEPARATE THE BREEDERS FROM THE GREEDERS.

If Westminster had a bit of vision they could actually see the $$ potential along with the social good that would come from this. Dog food companies could actually focus on not killing dogs with their formulated caca. Maybe some of that PR money could go into nutritional development. Just maybe they could develop safe dog foods.It would be mush easier to sell a GOOD, SAFE product.

And...Rescue should never be used as a PR ploy. Shame on you. we are talking lives, and you are talking dirty paper... Where is your conscience?

If moi, a little five year old Bichon can come up with an idea like this....why can't you?  And Westminster, don't try and dazzle me. You are no better than dog food companies. As the old adage says....You are part of the problem, NOT part of the solution.

Nuffing like a good sermon first thing in the morning to get the cardiac system going.  Now, where is my lamb chop and yogurt and zucchini? I am really in the mood for pasta, but stingy says no because she think I should lose a lb. Stingy wants the world to lose a pound. You know what they say about converts, right?


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

WARNING: Seven Dead Pets in Five Days

Seven Dead Pets in Five Days

do you need more proof?




hopping mad.

Congrats to MALACHY!

Westminster Best In Show 2012: Malachy.

And can I say this? It looks to me as if Malachy gets a whole lot of brushing! On that alone, he deserved to win. Now, let's hope that puppy millers don't go on a Peke breeding spree. Yes, of course we watched. I even got my belly rubbed while I watched. What do you suppose Malachy got by way of a treat post show? What would you demand for putting up with all that?

Moi? I suppose I would demand a long long walk by the beach and foam from a freshly made 'pucino, and a belly rub, and a new stuffie with a squeaker, and a chewie, no 7 chewies, and a buggy ride at Town Center, and prosciutto, and some of that cheese... morbier, hold the apple, and a new puzzle, and a long walk to the horses, and a visit at Williamsburg, and a taste of scream [I think they call it that because momma screams "nooo" every time daddy wants to let us have a lick], actually I would like my own cone with just a bit of scream in it, and one of those big bones with the tasty hole in the middle, and a daddy ride, and I would like my whole family at home with one of those giant chickens named after a country, and a three way blitz followed by a nap in Dowi's hair, and a visit at my fav pet store, so everyone could see me, and some fresh duck poop to roll in, and a bag of liver slivers, and a new tug toy, and a stack of get out of bath cards, and one of get out of vet visit cards, and a new Spock doll, and my own V pillow so that momma stops whining about my sharing hers, and my own personal human carrier for Bark in the Park, so my toes never have to touch grass, and one of those snack machines that gives snacks every time you push the lever, and a huge bag of turkey jerky, and one of those fat huge samniches that Uncle Phil gets, but does not share, and a bag of the same candy stuff I ...like to appropriate from daddy's car, and my own box of tissues to tear up, and one of those smoked tea ducks that hangs at the Asian Mart, and one of those needy girls who want to pet you until your fur comes off, but I want her with an off button, so I can control that needy factor, at my will, I would ask for a large bag of that dirty paper you call money to give to auntie Robin for my peeps at TBFR, and I would ask for forever families for all TBFR residents, and oh yes.... I would demand all my local politicos to meet at a puppy mill, force them to see every misery there and demand an instant shut down, and ...a long long nap on momma's lap while we are in a car with daddy, on our way to somewhere fab...and I am tired now, I think I need a nap now.

But I am not done with my list.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

When girls take charge....

"Off topic here... but would a puggle, would a puggle consider a Bichon for his Valentine? Because... Kol, I would love it for you to be MY Valentine...
My recent post Dear Prince
2 replies · active less than 1 minute ago

Oh Vie...really?! I never imagined a sweet pretty girl like you would be my Valentine! You're like the Marilyn Monroe of the dog world (you know, without the confidence issues and drug problems). Oh, be still my woofing heart! Yes! Yes! Yes! MWAH!

Sent from my iPhone
Well you handsome dude, those eyes of yours had me at first glance.... :)
And, I love how you think. "

When girls take charge.....


Meet my Valentine

Dear Prince


Dear Prince, Thank you 
I love my card, and I am so flattered that a such a wonderful dog as yourself is my Valentine.
I am very shy as well, and my momma says
I always have a worried look, but I do love my family and I am doing so much better at socializing.

Thank you
The Wendy

{Oh I love being a Yentl... Move over Matchmaker, learn from me!} 

Am I jaded?

He whispers such sweet nothings

He really is such a player

I would be a fool not to enjoy this, BUT



Please claim me

Dear Humom,

Your sweet little Maltese was found wandering the streets in Virginia Beach. This dog was NOT wearing a collar. This lucky, energetic Maltese was found by a TBFR adopter who has been making sure all is safe and sound. If this cutie pie is yours, please contact me.

Lesson for all two leggeds: PUT A COLLAR  or microchip!


Monday, February 13, 2012

Send this one out to my peeps


Get ready!
Get set!






Sunday, February 12, 2012


Starry Night (interactive animation) from Petros Vrellis on Vimeo.

I miss daddy. I do.


Momma, please explain


Tell me why daddy had to go to ACK run. I am all ears, I am listening. He must be coming back because he left his shoes here.
But why did he have to go? I miss him already.
I don't get two leggeds. I would never want to be away from my pack. This JOB person is really out of control. Can't you have a talk with JOB and explain that we need the daddy home? I love you and everything, but I also need the dad.  The Wendy won't even leave the bed momma. I think she is depressed. JD just acts like a little soldier, but he is missing the dad too. You too momma?
I suppose we have to stick together. And who invited snow? IIIIICK. I vote we all go back to bed.

life just gets in the way. We love you daddy, please be safe and come home.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The answer, my friends is blowing in the wind...

Who dares to awaken me? Do you NOT know the consequences of waking a princess on a Saturday????  It is mandated by law that I get to sleep in!  I get to sleep until my eyes pop open on their own! You will pay for this transgression. I will make an example out of you and you will be forever sorry. Your careless deed shall live in infamy!

Mhhh, Do I smell bacon? Black Forest, hand cut, thick, peppered bacon? Ohhh, look at that, my eyes popped open on their own. Morning momma, I love you very much, when is the bacon going to be ready? Kisses meanwhile? I love early Saturdays, don't you?


Friday, February 10, 2012

This is MY Wendy


Isn't she beautiful?  She is shy, so I am looking for a Valentine for her. I love my big sis, even though sometimes she just does not want to play with me.

She taller than me and she has more of a JLo figure... but she is gowwwwwgeous.


Uggie, 'The Artist' dog, wins a Pawscar - Pop2it - Zap2it

Uggie, 'The Artist' dog, wins a Pawscar - Pop2it - Zap2it

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Do you know what is coming?

Yesterday I suffered. I went to the spa. That's just a fancy way of saying I got groomed. Momma is NOT ever going to fool me again with that one! I thought I was going someplace fun. She kept saying we were going to the SPA. HA. SPA= grooming.  Filed that in the memory banks. See if I ever come running again when she says that word. As if. 

BUT, you know what? It's OK, I love my new do. And, I just realized what grand holiday is about to happen! Not that I am lobbying or anything, but does this give you any ideas?  I am just not a subliminal kind of girl.  I am more the in your face type.

I need to get my Valentines all lined up. I smell delicious, I look divine, who will be my Valentine???
Strutting my red hearts bows

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

You cannot afford to be ignorant

My momma asked me if she could post today. I said OK only because after reading the post I put up yesterday, she has been raging and ranting. I know she sounds really harsh, but... there is truth behind her rage. Puppy mills are an atrocity that cannot continue... So, if you don't know anything about puppy mills, read up, here are some links:

National Animal Cruelty Registry

Prisoners of Greed

Amish puppy Milling

And now... momma's rant:

Puppy millers, merchants of pain, greeders [yes you breeders who breed for greed] we, as a society can no longer afford to pay for your sins. We have witnessed your abuse, your inhumanity and your greed. You have tortured, you have neglected, you have practiced prostitution on the lowest level it can be practiced. Yes, you are a dog pimp.You have victimized the most innocent of all victims, a defenseless animal. So how small are your attributes that you need to do this to feel like a big man?

And don't lie to yourself. You have also victimized the ignorant human who bought that puppy you "mass produced" without any thought to genetics, diseases, etc. You victimized that ignorant human financially, emotionally and you made him/her your accomplice, your co-conspirator. You robbed them of their humanity. You are the ultimate rapist.

You call yourself a "legitimate" business. Your only goal is PROFIT. BUT you do need to know... NOTHING, absolutely nothing will ever legitimize what you do or wash away the stench of puppy milling/puppy killing. You will spend the rest of your miserable life chasing peace of mind and joy. Both will elude you like air eludes an asthmatic. Almost there, but never quite enough. You can change your name, you can change state, but you are a puppy miller/puppy killer.

If I sound angry or extreme, you made me this way. Every rescue story begins and ends with someone like you. I am part of the clean up crew. That overlooked group of people who nurture, save, salvage, heal, beg, borrow and sacrifice to restore the dogs you have abused. I witnessed the suffering you caused first hand. My anger is legitimate, my intolerance is well founded and my frustration is real.

If you had any self respect or any belief in yourself as a human being, you would be finding another way to earn a living, you would be making amends. I am just going to work harder, longer and be more vocal and I will keep trying to put you out of business. I am NOT GOING AWAY. And I am not alone.

Tell me, when you are alone and you look in the mirror, does the murderer that stares back scare you? It should. He is with you 24/7/365. You are the puppy miller/puppy killer....

'vie's momma Silvie

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Please, take one second, add your name


Stop this puppy miller http://www.silvieon4.com/2012/02/really.html


Ok animal bloggers, if your stomach is not turning and your blood is not boiling, then you are dead. We need to unite on this and STOP THIS ATROCITY NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

OMD I have no idea what to even say! HOW MUCH MORE SUFFERING CAN WE TOLERATE?


"what's to stop it" pardon me I have to go vomit now

This is what this puppy miller has been known to do: http://www.mpnnow.com/topstories/x1419992259/Proposed-Gorham-dog-breeders-had-been-cited-by-USDA


Remember this post? http://www.silvieon4.com/2012/01/and-star-is-born-huff.html ???
Can I pick them or can I pick them?  HE WON!!!!!  A million dollars!!!!


HUFF, baby, call me. lets do lunch or sumeting...We are practically neighbors. And I could help you negotiate your cut of the loot.

You can read more about this here: ~~~~~> http://hamptonroads.com/2012/02/doritos-ad-featuring-va-beachs-huff-dog-wins-1-million

Wunnerful, just wunnerful


Huff, seriously, you need paw candy.  I am paw candy.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Can I train momma?

My buddy Kol has done a great post about training his momma. You can read all bout it here: HERE.

That wonderful post lead me to some truths. My momma is NOT trainable. She is cute, sometimes she is sweet, but she is NOT trainable. In all the years I have known her -practically my whole life- the fact is I have never known that woman to obey anyone. EVER. To train someone, that someone must be able to take orders. To follow commands. Both are totally against her nature. She will sass, back talk, insult, attack, whine, kvetch, accuse, belittle, verbally whip, shame...you get the idea...she will ANTHING but follow a command. Yes, she is frustrating.

But, as I was barking this post, it dawned on me. Momma does obey something. NOT SOMEONE. Some THING! Yes, a thing. A sound to be precise. No matter where momma is, or what time of the day or night it is, momma comes running and looks inside the oven if she hear the bell thingie. And I have to tell you... That bell thingie goes off at the strangest times. Like when food is about to be ready. Like when everything is quiet in the house, like when dinner is about to be served. Who ever trained momma to answer to the bell thingie, KUDOS to you! Pavlov was it you? She is old enough... Now, DISH, how did you do it?

Look, just do this girl a solid and send me an e mail on how you did it. I want to be able to further momma's education and train her some more. Dig?

Thank you

A gift for MOI?????

Soooo, Judge daddy came home! I know, wayy cool. But even cooler, get this. He said that my brother Adam sent me a "little something". So I ran downstairs to see my little something. I was hoping for a new stuffie. He knows I love stuffies. Specially the kind that you can unstuff.

I looked around on the steps.... nothing.  I looked in the toy box....nothing... and just about when I was ready to give up and ask about my giftie, voila` I saw this: OMD!  That is a stuffie? For realsie? That is a stuffie??? Ok, that is the biggest stuffy I have ever seen!!!! It looks like Red Butt!!!!!!!  What do you mean it's not Red Butt? What is it called?
Sock Monkey.

Ehmmm.... If the sox are that big, I don't want to meet the dude who donated the sox to make this stuffie.

I am just going to study this stuffie from afar for a bit, if you don't mind. Momma, come on, no lectures.  I am not a destructive little thing. I just like to play. Yes, of course, I will thank Adam personally. I love my Adam. I do. I always feel loved and safe and warm and fuzzy when he holds me. My Adam and I are. I don't have to say any more. WE ARE. He knows I love him the most I could love my Adam.. Just like I love Dowi the most  I could love my Dowi. Figure it out momma, I am too telling the truth and I do not know what a convenient diplomat is.

Wow. He really is big.  Is he safe?  I mean ...he does not bite or anything right?

I am just going to sniff him.

Yes, I am being gentle!!!!  He is touching me. Look!!!

Adam, he smells like you!!!! Be still my little heart, be still....

Look, you are MINE, we have to get this relationship off on the right paw. I like dive bombing on my favorite toys....

Ohhh, don't be scawed.  [He is a big baby you know....] I was checking out his butt.... which is NOT RED. I will remove that tag... later.  I love de tagging....


Kisses, kisses...

Thank you Adam, I love you. I love Sock Monkey. He smells like you!!!  But I would trade him for you in a blink. Momma wants me to promise I won't destuff him. Boy she is a kill joy, Right?

Thank you, I love having a big brother.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Perfect MOMENT

This is how I like to fall asleep.

Do you blame me?
I am just all ooooweee goweee relaxed now.


Friday, February 3, 2012

RECALL Advanced Animal Nutrition Recalls Dog Power Dry Dog Food

Recall -- Firm Press Release

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Updated News Release With Corrected Lot NumbersAdvanced Animal Nutrition Recalls Dog Power Dry Dog Food

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE - December 13, 2011 -Advanced Animal Nutrition today announced a voluntary recall of its dry Dog Power Dog Food- due to aflatoxin levels that were detected above the acceptable limit.  The affected products were manufactured between Jan.  4, 2011, and Nov. 18, 2011.  No illnesses have been reported in association with these products to date, and no other Advanced Animal Nutrition pet food products are involved in this recall.  Affected products are:
**  DOG POWER ADULT MAINTENANCE  FORMULA 21-12 Dog Food, 50 pound bags
**  DOG POWER HUNTERS FORMULA 27-14 Dog Food, 50 pound bags
**  DOG POWER HI-PRO PERFORMANCE FORMULA 26-18 Dog Food, 50 pound bags
The recall only applies to the above products with the following Packaging Date Codes (lot numbers):  K0004 through K1322. (UPDATED LOT NUMBERS ARE 4K1004 THRU 4K1322)

The affected dry dog food products were distributed in the following states – Missouri, Arkansas, and Louisiana.  Retailers have already been instructed to remove the affected brands and products from store shelves.

While no adverse health effects related to these products have been reported, Advanced Animal Nutrition is implementing this recall as a precautionary measure.  Consumers are urged to return affected products – whether in opened or unopened packages – to their place of purchase for a full refund.  For more information, contact 866-648-7646.

Aflatoxin is a naturally occurring mold by-product.  Pets that have consumed any of the above recalled products and exhibit symptoms of illness including sluggishness or lethargy combined with a reluctance to eat, vomiting, yellowish tint to the eyes or gums, or diarrhea should be seen by a veterinarian.


Dirty Birds

Birds invaded OUR yard!

Slowly they all started to fly down to the pool. Silly birds!  The pool is closed!!!

It's WINTER!  Why are you taking a bath in the dirty pool water?  No wonder you are dirty birds!

Check out the dude washing his wing pits? Or pointing to the empty spots? Or to the back of the line? Who knows.


They heard me thinking out loud!  They flew into the trees! Bye dirty birds!  Thanks for the bird poop. Now momma won't let us out for days!


Thursday, February 2, 2012

My name is SILVIE

My name is SILVIE.

it is NOT Princess Mac Fuzzy Pants.
I don't wear pants.
if I did, I would not wear fuzzy pants!

If you must use some "modifier or adjective" added to my name,
you may use

Yes, I can live with PRINCESS SILVIE