Zoey has really taken to blogging. She asked me to help her create a blog just for and about her and other canines. She says she wants to spotlight dogs like her. So there is no time like the present to start the New Year off with www.Zoeytherescue.blogspot.com


Zoey wants to remind you that there are tons of animals that need a FUREVER home. Also shelters need donations not only monetary but many other items too. She says to take in consideration that there are lots of humans who donate to wonderful, much-needed causes to help humans but there is not enough humans that donate to help save animals.


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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Someone went to New Orleans and all I got was ...



HUMILIATED!


MORTIFIED!



EMBARRASSED!


The beads that I am sporting have rubber duckies on them. 
Kyla, I hope you like rubber duckies because 
I am re-gifting these colorful beads to you. 

Wait one minute! I am not looking as dreadful 
as I imagined now that I am seeing these pictures. 
Woof, maybe a little glamorous is more like it? 
The colors agree with my fur tone 
and they add luster to my winter coat. 

Don't you agree?


A dog's world. 


Here I am enjoying my reward for being 
a good girl in the fashion show. 
Licking the peanut butter jar may not seem 
much of a pay-off  to you but to me it is 
sort of like the "cat's meow."
I do have to admit I took a pay cut with this gig...
Dad bought Shoprite's brand instead
 of my Mama's favorite Skippy. 
I don't have to share any of this with Mama  because 
she is a peanut butter snob. 
If it isn't Skippy, she isn't eating any.
Me, I don't care, I love peanut butter jars!
When I am finished licking it you don't even have 
to rinse the container...just toss it in the recyclable bin. 





PS Dad bought Mama a few jars of Skippy after reading my post!



Woof, woof, till later, 
Zoey (maybe a future fashionista)

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