Wake up Maisy. Wake up honey! It's time to eat.

I was dreaming it was my birthday all over again.  How old am I anyway because I feel  AT LEAST 112 today?

(Let me get this straight. I get a tasty birthday cookie but I also have to eat my nasty doggie pills? What kinda shitty trick is that to pull on an old dog?)

Can you just start by lifting my head and pointing me in the right direction of my food bowl?

I was dreaming of my man, the love of my life, Harley- and the times we shared on this couch.

I am kinda glad he is gone. So much more of everything for me.  I hope you cannot hear my thoughts.

- Maisy Moo

I don't want that. Yuck. What the hell is it?

Give it to Buddy. He'll eat any damn thing. He's a pig. - Shanti

Quote of the week:

"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace." -Milan Kundera

Please get your HANDS OFF ME.

All of you are worthless and  your touches are unwelcome. - Shanti Baby

(I don't understand why other dogs like all this attention. Nasty, groping hands.)

Touching Photo....

It is a pet memorial resting on it's owners grave...it has the actual dog collar from the dog on the statue. 

I know when I cross over the rainbow bridge (it is where I want to go too)- my best friends through the years will all be there.

- Photo credit to Erica Holt in Charleston, SC, professional photographer and artist.  Thanks for sending!

What am I doing in here?! I am blocking you from doing unthinkable things in my water bowl.

Maisy Moo, worshiping the toilet

(You are just nasty. That is what we have the yard for....)

What are you looking at? You don't look so great wet either.

You smell like wet human. I hate that smell and I am downwind.  - Madi