Mama means business...

she is calling trainers to help her change my poor manners. She is having panic attacks when she hears the prices they are quoting. I heard her say to one that she could go on a boat cruise for a week for the amount of money they are charging. Oh, I hope she takes me on the boat cruise, too.

Mama says she did a good job training Dad but she needs help with me. I think he could benefit from some more training. After all, everyone has some bad manners, not just me!

Woof, woof, till later,

Zoey

Prairie Dog Antler

Mama and sister took me to Pet Valu, which I haven't been in before. There was only one other dog in the shop, so I wasn't so nervous. The shop was small and cozy and I liked it. It doesn't look like much from the outside but it is nice inside. Mama said she use to go there to purchase items for Sierra before it was renovated.

We were on a mission to find something for me to chew on. Mama doesn't want me chewing on the rug. She even bought some stinky stuff to spray on the rug to help deter me (really it is the demon that possess me that she needs to worry about). Me, she doesn’t need to worry about because I am a love bug—an angel on earth.

Sister talked Mama into buying a prairie dog antler. Mama was concerned about where the antlers come from and if any animals are hurt in the process. She also was worried about my teeth because Sierra broke a tooth on a Nyla bone. 

Anyway, thank goodness sister won out. Mama spent a fortune on the antler and another expensive ultra-chew log. She didn't give me that one yet. My brother told her she has to give me a variety of chew bones so I don’t eat her furniture. Go brother! Go brother!

Here I am with my antler. I love it! Thank you Mama and sister and brother too.

I am sorry Mama but I really don't want to share with you.

Mama made me a warm coat from Laura's sweatshirt. Brother said it was his sweatshirt before Laura took control of it. Mama told me Laura loved wearing her brother's clothes. Now I am wearing it!

Woof, woof, till later, 

Zoey

Demon at it again...

All I can say is Mama is looking for trainers to help me break my "new" bad habits.

Oh no...not my Mama's rug

I have been living the life of luxury with my new family for approximately 6 weeks.  I love them so much. I have been enjoying posting about all the wonderful things I do and all the great gifts Mama buys me. Tonight Mama says I have to be honest and post the naughty with the good. So I am fessing up about Mama's living room rug. I honestly don't know what came over me. I tried giving Mama the excuse that it was Sierra's spirit who chewed the rug but she wasn't buying it. Not only did I chew the rug I started chewing away on the wooden guard gate. I just can't say why I did it. I wasn't even home alone. Dad was working away in the kitchen while the demon possessed me. Why, oh why didn't he save me?

I am sorry I did it because my freedom is now restricted. I surely hope whatever possessed me doesn't take over my jaws again. 

I am not capable of this, Mama.

The demon chewed the rug when my head was turned....honest Mama!

Woof, woof, till later,

Zoey

This is why kids MUST have pets

Any child that has to grow up 
without a dog is a deprived child 

The pictures will bring a smile to your face. Enjoy!

This shepherd doesn't look furious to me!

No one should sleep alone

Adorable Pit Bull pups

Good puppy

Pit Bulls love their family. This is my  favorite pic. 

I hope this smooch is followed by a Milk Bone.

So that is what my mouth looks like inside?

Best friends

Wow, a little me!

Now, do you really need to make all that noise?

Who needs a recliner?

2 peas in a pack

Does anyone have a ladder?

No, I never smoked!

You don't say...really?

Thanks B for sending these cute pics. 

Woof, woof, till later, 

Zoey

Thank you Pitty Rescue in Bloomfield, NJ

Thank you to everyone who was involved in saving Eris' life. 

Because of your kindness and love she found her way to our home. 

We are grateful to you and blessed to have her in the family. 

Below is the post on the Facebook page for Pitty Rescue

This is a dog of a personal friend of my sister in law (withheld name) that needs help. She has until Friday to get a home or a foster..something other than a shelter!!!

The couple that have her are forced to move from their home and with relatives but can only take 1 of their 2 dogs her current location is Clifton NJ. she NEEDS a FOSTER OR FUREVER HOME ASAP

OUT OF TIME Going to a shelter 

Her Name is Eris, She is 5 months old. Approx 30 pounds. Great with people, kids and other dogs. She has not been spayed or updated on shots yet due to financial reasons. Her owners had to leave their home. Even if a rescue can take her.

She is a cuddle bug. Not aggressive and gets along with other dogs. She's crate trained but she also knows 'get down' and will sleep on the side of my bed all night if I let her. She sits by the door when she needs to be walked. I'm heartbroken but she needs a home ASAP I'm out of time. 

Update on Zoey, who has found her Furever home and forever family:

1. Eris is now known as Zoey
2. She is a love bug; she will cuddle all the time with you
3. She is 50 lbs
4. Been spayed
5. Micro chipped
6. Immunized
7. Loves her "house" aka as a crate
8. Feeling her oats! She listens very well when food is involve; otherwise she has to be reminded of her manners. 
9. She doesn't pull as much with the Easy Walk harness
10. Vet thinks she is going on 11 months
11. We are curious to know what happened to her tail
12. Working on getting her to let us know she has to go out
13. Trying to train her not to jump on people
14. She has found her voice
15. She is no longer afraid to ride in a car
16. She is a lover and has no problem showering you with her wet kisses
17. Zoey is very much loved in her new home. Please know she is well cared for and has adapted beautifully. 

Pic taken from FB

Baby pic: She is so precious

Sand between my paws

As of January 18 I am a Jersey Girl! Mama kept telling me I had to feel sand between my paws before I could claim to be a Jersey Girl. This weekend I was introduced to Barnegat Lighthouse and the beach. We were freezing at the lighthouse. The winds were blowing but that didn't keep people away. Besides me and my family there were hikers, sightseers, and 

photographers.

We left the lighthouse and traveled down the main road in LBI to Surf City. That is where I experienced the beach for the first time. Mama would not let me go by the water because it was freezing. She didn't want me to catch a cold. I thought you caught fish in the ocean but Mama knows best. I don’t know where I got the idea that you catch fish. 

Nana is in the  back. She really is my aunt. 

Dad took pics of my paw prints in the sand.

Here I am with Nana in the warm house. 

Nana, do you really want to take my seat?

The fresh sea air really makes a pup sleepy. Time for a nap.

Please wake me when it is dinner time. 

I had a wonderful weekend at the Jersey Shore. 

Woof, woof, till later...

Zoey

Born (1929-01-22)January 22, 1929 Los Angeles,  California, USA Died January 28, 1946(1946-01-28)  (aged 17) Los Angeles, California, USA Cause of death Natural Causes Pete the Pup (January 22, 1929 – January 28, 1946) was an American Staffordshire Terrier character in Hal Roach's Our Gang comedies (later known as The Little Rascals) during the 1930s. Otherwise known as "Pete, the Dog With the Ring Around His Eye", or simply "Petey", he was well known for having a circled eye that was added on by Hollywood make-up artist Max Factor[1] and credited as an oddity in Ripley's Believe It or Not. The original Pete (sired by "Black Jack") was an American Pit Bull Terrier named "Pal the Wonder Dog", and had a natural ring almost completely around his eye; dye was used to finish it off. When he was about six months old, Pal the Wonder Dog made a cameo appearance in the Harold Lloyd film The Freshman, in 1925. Pal first started out as "Tige" in the Buster Brown series in the 1920s. It was during this time that he acquired the circled eye, and when he was recruited to appear in the Our Gang comedies later that year, Hal Roach simply left it on, creating one of the most recognized dogs in film history. In the 1994 remake of The Little Rascals, the new Pete is an American Pit Bull Terrier. Trainer and owner Lt. Harry Lucenay used one of Pal's offspring as Pete in the series after Pal was poisoned and died in 1930. This dog, named "Lucenay's Peter", was registered as a UKC American Pit Bull Terrier. Lucenay's Peter was bred by A. A. Keller. The dog was UKC registered under the name Purple Ribbon Peter (22558). A few other dogs played Petey, but Lucenay's Peter was the best known. After being fired from the Our Gang series in 1932, Harry Lucenay retired Peter to Atlantic City, where he was photographed with children at the Steel Pier. Roach used a number of unrelated pit bulls to portray Pete in Our Gang until 1938.[3] Lucenay's Peter continued on and died of old age on January 28, 1946 in Los Angeles, California at age 17, two years after the Our Gang series ended. Pete is buried at a Los Angeles Pet Memorial Park at Calabasas Los Angeles County California, USA. Taken from Pete the Pup From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I am getting more techy than Dad

Here is my email address:

zanyzoey13@gmail.com

Woof, woof, till later...
Zoey

Dog missing in NYC for 3 weeks is found thanks to fliers, Facebook

A dog that went missing in midtown Manhattan in December was reunited with his owners on Tuesday thanks to fliers, Facebook and the kindness of plenty of strangers.

Tigger, a year-old lab and pit-bull mix, was being walked by the daughter of a friend of the couple who owns him, Manny Benor and Valerie Aranov, when he broke free as they were leaving the dog run in Madison Square Park. (Benor believes she accidentally attached the leash to a key ring on Tigger's collar.) The 13-year-old chased after the pup for several blocks, but Tigger vanished — and the search for him began.

"I immediately went out in the streets," Benor, 32, told Yahoo News. "We put up fliers on the same day." That was on Dec. 20.

The couple launched a Facebook page — "Help Find Tigger" — and enlisted friends and co-workers to canvass the city. Their doggie day care service sent out a search party, Benor said, and a dog walker and trainer searched Central Park for Tigger every day.

"We called every shelter, every precinct," Benor said. "We would stop by the shelters twice a day."

Tigger was microchipped, he said, but the couple went anyway. "I would go in the mornings before work, and Valerie would go at night," Benor said.





"Tigger is quite possibly the sweetest dog out there," the pair wrote on Facebook. "Even if you don't live in New York, please please please like the page Help Find Tigger, share the post, anything would really help! Let's bring Tigger home. #findtigger"

There were several false sightings (a boxer on 35th and Park was mistaken for Tigger several times; a pet detective thought he saw the missing pooch on 38th and Broadway) and a few pranks.

"People who saw the fliers would call and tell us, 'We sold him,'" Aranov, a 30-year-old attorney, said. "We went to the Bronx and to Queens and followed every lead."

Yet Tigger was nowhere to be found. The couple even hired a company that used the sent from Tigger's bed to try to track him down. (The scent hounds led the group to the Lower East Side, but freezing rain cut the search short.)

But Benor and Aranov refused to give up hope, updating their Facebook page, which had accumulated more than 1,600 followers and tens of thousands sharing their online fliers, with messages like this one, posted Monday:





The next day, they got a call from someone whose friend had found a dog matching Tigger's description. He was found underneath an East River pier and was taken in during the polar vortex that gripped New York City and rest of the nation.

"We thought it was probably another hoax," Aranov said.

Benor went to the good Samaritan's apartment, and there was Tigger, wearing his collar — though his tags were gone.

According to Benor, the man who found Tigger thought he had been abandoned and was worried about what might happen to him, especially given the bad rap pit bulls often get.

Tigger is "a little freaked out" but otherwise healthy — and happy to be home.

"Guess who snuck into bed and isn't getting kicked out!!!" the couple wrote on Facebook late Tuesday. "Soooooo happy to have Tigger home. Can't believe it!!! It's almost like the last 3 weeks were just a bad dream. Thank you to everyone for your amazing support, prayers, messages, and incredible efforts and help. We love you all!!!"

The couple said they offered the man a reward, but he refused, saying he just wanted to "see Tigger every once in a while."

For dog lovers, the story gets even better. During their search, the couple discovered a stray dog and wound up fostering him.

"How could we say 'no'?" Aranov said.

By Dylan Stableford, Yahoo News, January 15, 2014




Best wishes to Tigger and his family. We are thrilled that you were reunited. Peace and blessings to you and the wonderful, kind-hearted man who found. provided safety, and returned Tigger to his family.

Woof, woof, till later, 
Zoey

Freezin4reason2014

Mama's friend sent this link about her daughter-in-law. Congrats to Christina for raising funds for Chicago's shelter animals. Lots of licks to you, Christina!

Project Rescue Chicago's annual fundraising event where participants take donations and in return jump in Lake Michigan in the middle of winter.

http://youtu.be/1dNKPdTBeCs

Woof, woof, till later,
Zoey

Do pets reincarnate?

Mama wanted me to post this story that John Edward shared on Facebook. Mama saw him last year in April with her friend Barbara. He successfully connected with Laura. Mama was one of hundreds in the room and far away from the stage area. She felt so blessed to hear what he had to say to her that night. 

Woof, woof, till later...

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John Edward

Newsletter

July 2013

This explains John Edward's personal experience 

I got LUCKY!

I thought this newsletter was going to be all about grads and dads, as it is the time of year where we celebrate the father figures in our lives as well as celebrate the graduation from various levels of education.  I figured I would tie it all together in a nice metaphysical metaphor and explain how our consciousness grows and evolves as it graduates from the physical world to the world of spirit.

Quickly, the rebellious side of my personality decided that I would NOT celebrate dads or grads as that was in the mindset already and I was in need of writing something else. I waited for the perfect something else to hit me…and it came as a Father’s Day present TO ME from my dog on the Other Side.

On October 7^th, 1994, my world was changed in a great way. That was the day my furry friend came into this world… a bichon frise that I would later name JOLIE (Jolie Bear as her legal and proper name). I didn't officially come to meet her until around late-November, and the proper adoption happened at the end of December.

My entire life, I wanted a dog of my own. My dad said, “NO!” My mother said, “NO!”  Mom and dad divorced and we moved into my Grandma’s house… SHE SAID, “NO!”  I was dog-blocked at every twist and turn. When I was finally living on my own, in my own house, I decided I was going to get my own dog. There was a part of me that was so used to asking for permission, that I kind of put Sandra (my wife, then fiancé) into the position of saying no. Her parents thought it was crazy for me to get a dog, as I was already struggling financially with a home and planning a wedding. The reality that I was being told no again was wagering war on my psyche.

I had stopped into a local breeder who actually works through a puppy store (please save the emails and Facebook posts about rescues – I actually have worked with one called SMALL PAWS out of Kansas City) and played with Jolie. Each time I would stop in to see her, I waited to see if she was still there or if the breeder had placed her. You had to see how she lit up when she saw me.  It was soul love… pure and simple.

Right before Christmas, my aunt Theresa, cousin RoRo and her daughter came to visit me and Little Theresa said, “can we go see puppies?” I had them in the car and on the way in less than five minutes. Sandra assured me that we were not purchasing, just petting. That was fine; I got a chance to see the white ball of sunshine and that would make my day. We walked in, and there were a few different breeds being displayed and meeting their families. One or two were being lectured about the responsibility that comes with being a fur-parent. I tuned it all out and went right to Jolie and picked her up. Sandra was looking away, and when she turned back, she saw Jolie in my arms… nuzzled up into my neck. Her whole demeanor changed and she said, “OH MY GOD… that’s YOUR dog! You need to take her home!”

Without hesitation, I turned and walked to the breeder and said, “she’s mine.” I felt like the lady in the IKEA commercial yelling at her husband to “start the CAR” as I didn't want anything to get in the way of me getting her. Finally, I was to have my own dog.  What I didn’t realize was that I was going to have a love affair.  Everyone says that their child is special, or good looking, or smart - and I clearly am one of them – but I am serious when I say this: Jolie was an amazing soul. There were people who were self-proclaimed animal haters that she melted and turned into appreciators at the very least.

One night, when I was alone and VERY sick with over 102 fever, I would wake up and see Jolie sitting up facing me. She would make eye contact and assure me that she was there and in some way let me know that I was okay. That night, I felt my mother using her as her instrument of letting me feel “her” through Jolie.  She slept on my pillow every night and when I got married, Sandra moved in and Jolie had to move to the floor.  She would jump onto the bed and claim her spot after she gave me a few “kisses” to the forehead. And then the showdown happened. Sandra and Jolie had a moment of “this is my pillow”… and Jolie worked her magic. For years after that, she slept on top of Sandra’s head. Night after night.  We got another Bichon named ROXIE - and don’t get me wrong, I loved her too – but she was not Jolie. She was special; she communicated in a special way and we certainly had a connection.

Roxie passed before Jolie and as sick as Jolie was, I felt like she was not going to leave until I released her. I came home from travelling and sat her down with me on the kitchen floor and looked into her 18-year-old eyes and thanked her for all the things she got me through that no human would ever know or possibly understand. I thanked her for the unconditional love she showed and taught me, and for teaching me that my heart had so much more room to feel and experience. And then, I told her it was okay that she left me and that I would see her one day again. I knew I would see her again…on the Other Side. Jolie took a turn for the worse and Sandra had to release her when I was on my next trip. Part of me was sad that I couldn’t be the one to be with her, but I had said my goodbyes and knew that like people, she might have had a tougher time making her transition if I was actually the one there at that moment. I cried a bit, but not a lot, as I truly know that I will see her again. That was September 2012.

When Roxie passed in November of 2011, I spoke about it, I wrote about it and I talked about it on THE FIVE. When Jolie crossed over, Katrina asked me if I was going to discuss it on the show and I told her no. She was perplexed as to why. I explained that I had to keep that mourning to myself and not share it. Some grief can be shared and honored with many… but I think some experiences need to be processed singularly as an individual, and Jolie’s loss was and is profound for me.
I waited and hoped to feel her after she left, but got nothing. I would take great comfort in seeing my clients and doing readings as it helped me to feel connected to Jolie when their animals came through. I even thought about calling Sonya Fitzpatrick, the pet psychic, for a reading to check in with my little bear and see how she was doing now… and did she meet up with my other family? Sonya has an amazing ability and she has given me info about the girls before.

Last month, I had a visit from Jolie while sleeping and it was quite profound. She told me in the dream that she was going to find her way back to me and I had to look for her with the big black spot on her. In the dream, I laughed and said to her that she couldn’t be coming back to me as a bichon, as they are all white with no black spots. Again, in the dream, I was told that Jolie was coming back and I would recognize her as she had the big black spot on her. I scratched her and kissed her in the dream, fully realizing that I was dreaming and probably just dealing with my loss in this manner.

In June, I encountered really bad weather on a southern tour, had to cancel my event in Little Rock, Arkansas, (a return trip is looking like October sometime) and spent about 10 hours at the Atlanta airport trying to get first to Little Rock, and then just home. I told my aunt who was with me about the dream. She looked at me like I was crazy for even having a dream about getting another dog as I have two at home… Coco and Sydney. They are adorable… they are fun…. They are NOT my dogs… they are my mother-in–law’s and my kid’s dogs. That is fine… my kids will grow up with that love and that is important.  Then my aunt said, “Bichon’s don’t reincarnate, do they?”  I believe that the souls of animals can actually reincarnate and do; quicker than a human actually.

So, the day that I was supposed to be in Arkansas, I was on Long Island. I went to my office and figured I would watch the next episode of EVOLVE… and I did. Then Paul (producer) and I walked to get a bite to eat. I NEVER go out, I usually order in. While in the restaurant, I met the breeder that I bought Jolie from. Strange…I should not have been there in the first place, and now I bump into him. After that, I told Paul about my dream. I asked if we could stop at the breeder’s business; we did. I walked around looking for a bichon with a big black spot on it. No bichons. I finally asked the woman who works with him if they even deal with the breed anymore, as this was 19 years ago. She said, “YES… I have two here… one male and one female. Just not out for display yet.”

I started to sweat.  I quickly asked her if there was a big black spot on one of the dogs and she looked at me like I was a nut-bag as it would not be a bichon if it did. She brought the female down and she immediately assumed the exact, and I mean the exact same stance that Jolie did with me as if we had done this for 18 years. It startled me.

Paul whipped out his phone and took a photo.



A woman who does not work with the breeder/trainers happened to turn around and she exclaimed, “YOU SO KNOW THAT IS YOUR DOG, RIGHT?”

I started to feel anxious.  I lifted the dog up… looking for a black marking in some way to give me the validation that I needed to take her. Meanwhile, Paul emailed Sandra the photo. My phone rings. “Are you crazy?” that was kind of the conversation that ensued. I forced Sandra and the kids to come to my office where I would be holding the dog. She came and couldn't express any other opinion beyond her being really cute. My exact words were, “Is this A Bichon…or is this OUR bichon?”

At the end of that day… I just couldn't make an emotional purchase and brought her back to the breeder. I thanked them for allowing me to play with her, but I was leaning towards a no because of my schedule. Sandra and I were at dinner that night and she picked up her phone. There was the photo that Paul had sent her. “She really is cute!” was what she said. I asked her for her phone to see the photo, but couldn't get passed the damage that Sandra had done to her iPhone. I mean, the Apple police should arrest her for the abuse this phone has seen. Cracked… dented…. Screen all messed up… I turned the damaged phone back to Sandra and was like, “ REALLY?????”  Her face dropped.  I was like, “What?”
“I found your black spot.”  The screen of her iPhone was damaged and there is a large black spot on the screen… and it was perfectly placed on the puppy.



But wait…there’s more.  I enlarged the photo and looked into the spot.  You be the judge and tell me what you see J Remember that Jolie’s full name was Jolie Bear.



For those of you who are not animal lovers, I know you think I might have completely lost it. But life and love are eternal and that includes our pets. So… LUCKY… was picked up on Father’s Day and I feel like Jolie found her way back in this new vehicle with the black spot.  J

For those of you who are struggling with the loss of your fur babies… I don’t want this newsletter to be what sends people into looking for the reincarnated version of their pets that crossed over. Instead, I want it to be inspiration to know that they love us as much as we love them and they CAN find their way back to us, whether it is in the physical world, or a dream.

The reason I named her LUCKY is simple. If she “is” Jolie… or even Jolie sent…. I am lucky to have recognized the dream and the symbolism to allow her back into my heart again.

Thanks for taking the time to let me share.

All the best

John Edward & Lucky

Trip to PetSmart

Today I visited PetSmart for the first time that I remember. Mama and Dad took me there and they were a bit worried because they didn't know how I was going to react. I don’t know why they thought I may embarrass them: I would never do that intentionally. There were a lot of animal smells in the air and on the floor and lots of nice and helpful humans. I truly was frightened but portrayed my courage. On the outside I was looking cute and calm, on the inside I was shaking like a scared cat! Lots of humans told me how good-looking I was! Mama totally agreed with them. 

Here I am walking into the store...

...here I am in the store eyeing the toys...

Here Dad and I are patiently waiting for Mama to decide what collar she wants me to wear. 

Mama finally made her selections. Dad got to pay for two bags of training treats, a harness for the car to keep me safe on the road, one for walking (which will control me better from pulling), a new pretty pink collar, lovely tag with Swarovski crystals and my name engraved on it, and a new leash (Mama isn't sure she likes it). It is supposed to reflect when car lights shine on it. You do realize I am mostly black, which makes it hard to see me in the night. 

Shopping is tiresome

Today was like Christmas all over again! Adventure and gifts—a canine couldn't ask for a better day. 

Woof, woof, till later…