Hello, Ms. Mia
Friday, September 30, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
It wasn't scary!



Thank you all my poodin friends for all your comments. Mom says thank you too. I'm glad to be home now.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Scary Rita
Mom and dad are worried. We live in Houston. We have a scaryhurricane in the gulf of mexico. She says that we will be OK because we don't live near the water. We are going to grammie's house in another part of Houston. I haven't been there before. I hope I won't be a'scared. Keep your paws crossed, poodins, for all the people on the Texas coast and inland and me and my mom and dad and grammie in Houston.Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I got stabbed!
Twice!In the bottom!
I haven't been blogging because I got stabbed. And I was sore. And grumpy and needed to nap. Mom took me to vet place which I don't like but I like the people there. I saw a poodinette in the front that was playing with another girl. He was a cutie. Mom was watching him too. We went into the room and the nurse started sticking things in my bottom! How rude! Then she went away and Dr. Ray came in and said how pretty I am. I like Dr. Ray. She's very pretty too. And then she stabbed me.
Twice.
In the bottom.
And then she gave me a hug. She might be a bit mental. Stabbing and then hugging. I'm not sure. It's taken me 2 days to recover from my stabbing. I'm back to blogging now. Mom got me a present a'cause it is my one year adoption anniversary. I'm so excited. I have to write about it next. But first I have to go play with it!
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
My foil ball adventure

Thursday, September 08, 2005
My Chair
I read Miss Kitty's story about a cat poem that her bean read to her called "This is My Chair" and I thought, "I have a chair!"
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
THE HOUSTON SPCA ESTABLISHES ANIMAL EMERGENCY HOTLINE AND OPENS ITS DOORS TO THOUSANDS OF HURRICANE VICTIMS
The Houston SPCA has established an animal emergency hotline (713) 802-0555 and is preparing to receive hundreds more animal victims.
The Houston SPCA has received more than 600 animal
victims of Hurricane Katrina. We opened our doors to 263 canines and felines from the Louisiana SPCA before the storm hit and now we have accepted animals from evacuees at the Houston Astrodome, Reliant Arena and George R. Brown Convention Center.
We anticipate hundreds more in the coming days and weeks.
Monetary donations are most needed to help us care for the hundreds of extra animals in our shelter now and those we will be taking in and caring for in the coming weeks and months. Click here to donate now to the Houston SPCA.
For more details on the Houston SPCA's relief efforts, please CLICK HERE to go to our Katrina Information page.
The Houston SPCA has established an animal emergency hotline (713) 802-0555 and is preparing to receive hundreds more animal victims.
The Houston SPCA has received more than 600 animal

We anticipate hundreds more in the coming days and weeks.
Monetary donations are most needed to help us care for the hundreds of extra animals in our shelter now and those we will be taking in and caring for in the coming weeks and months. Click here to donate now to the Houston SPCA.
For more details on the Houston SPCA's relief efforts, please CLICK HERE to go to our Katrina Information page.
Thank you for the purrs
Momma and Daddy thank all the poodin's for all the purrs and purrayers. I only knew my woofy, Ragamuffin, for 1 year, but he was good to me and never hurt me (did ya see the size of him?) When we first met, he was very excited and sniffy, and I was all afraid because I had never met a woofy before. Momma held me tight and took me to my room,which was safe and woofy free. He sat outside the door and cried because he wasn't done meeting me. My bean folks kept me in the room for the first few days to get me used to him and he would try and sniff me through the baby-gate. I really was appalled at this behaviour and gave him the Princess Mia Stare. Finally I got tired of being in the room all day and climbed over the baby-gate to 'vestigate the rest of the house. Now, my woofy knew that I was out and he tried to sniff my hiney. At first I was all afraid then, I realised I was much faster than him, so I could slip away in a pinch, so he could never really get to me to sniff my hiney.Daddy came home from hunting that day and was surprised that I had escaped my room. He said that because Rags hadn't eaten me, he probably wasn't going to. So from that day, I had the whole house to share with Rags.

He was a good woofy. I got to go outside with him and eat grass. He protected us from the man who comes to the house most days and stands at the window and then goes away. I hope that I will be OK without him. He was a good woofy to me.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
need purrs

I got my room back but I'm sad because momma and daddy are sad because my woofy got sick on Thursday and today he crossed over the rainbow bridge. I don't care about my room right now, though it's all fixed up nice. I need to purr on momma and daddy, now.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I can't get into my room today
I can't get into my room today acause the door is closed. Mom and Dad moved all the things down from the tall blue thing and put them on my bench after they moved it from my window. Then they moved the tall blue thing and then the tall brown thing and then closed the door to the whole lot. :( So I can't look out the window to the front of the house. So now I'm trapped here with the dog with only seven windows to look out of. Even the dog's window is closed so he won't see the people outside, but he saw them earlier and created a ruckus as usual. I did a turtle under the dining table. He has such loud barks, it hurts my ears. I hope I can get into my room tomorrow.::Update::
Daddy came home to let the dog out to do his um, you know, and he said that the people outside have removed the front wall to my room where my window is. Ohmygosh. They are taking my room away. That is my sitting room where I watch the birdies and the squirrels and the buggies. This is so not fair. They better be building me a new front wall, is all. Or I might have to put the bite on someone.