tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post2034617471417009930..comments2010-07-30T08:50:11.126-05:00Comments on Divine Drool: Procrastination is deadly to kidney beansThe Hot Mess Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675301087843245472noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-81507914765565095972009-04-15T14:29:00.000-05:002009-04-15T14:29:00.000-05:00LOL @ Sme
--JalielLOL @ Sme<br /><br />--JalielA Mother's Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16014951200009325274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-36208876733711646242009-04-10T16:39:00.000-05:002009-04-10T16:39:00.000-05:00What I want to know is...did you fix the window?What I want to know is...did you fix the window?Sme Smallinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15287551999407294620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-47561317689028328582009-03-20T21:13:00.000-05:002009-03-20T21:13:00.000-05:00My dd and I almost wet our pants laughing at this ...My dd and I almost wet our pants laughing at this story. I can just imagine the scene. <BR/>We had a black lab puppy for a short time. We live in a duplex with a very small backyard. Don't know what I was thinking when I got the puppy for my dh.<BR/>Mandy the lab pulled out my doorbell 3 times. She took the siding from the bottom of the house completely off. And she loved my underwear.<BR/>She is now with a family on a huge farm and is loving it.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10891473912318553567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-88228983753396152182009-03-17T21:12:00.000-05:002009-03-17T21:12:00.000-05:00OMG, Robin!!! LOL I absolutely adore that story...OMG, Robin!!! LOL I absolutely adore that story. I can't wait till Kevin comes home and he can read it. I was chuckling all through it, with Kirby by my side of course!!<BR/><BR/>Kirby LOVES her rescue keg and we're hoping to get some "big girl pictures" this weekend to share with you. LOL. Thank you so much for the chuckles!!!The Hot Mess Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11675301087843245472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-13143732549202190412009-03-17T18:08:00.000-05:002009-03-17T18:08:00.000-05:00Diane,Your wonderful blog has inspired me to share...Diane,<BR/><BR/>Your wonderful blog has inspired me to share our experience when we first brought home our Miss Anna Belle Louise. In 2001, shortly after our beloved family pet passed away, I began searching the internet for a dog we could rescue and give a forever home. All my life I had wanted a St. Bernard but my parents always told me it would be a sin to own one in Texas due to the heat. However, I quickly learned that there was a tremendous amount of abandoned Saints in Texas, partly due to the popularity of the Beethoven movies. So, we made arrangements to drive to Centerville, TX and pick up our new 3 year old, 110 pound, Gentle Giant.<BR/><BR/>Our first mistake was choosing Woody's Smokehouse as our place to rendezvous with Anna Belle's foster parent. Our second mistake was to think she would lie quietly in the back of our mini-van for 2-1/2 hours while smells of the smoked ham, beef jerkey and smoked cheeses that we had purchased permeated throughout during the ride home. HER state of excitement caused by the delicious smells was only exceeded by OUR state of repulsion caused the horrendous smell of a dirty dog who had been living in a kennel environment with 10 other Saints for the last three months. We just assumed that the foster parent would give her a bath before she brought her to us - oh well, mistake number three.<BR/><BR/>After loading her into the van, she immediately gobbled up the sandwich that my daughter was eating and then promptly began to drink the tea out of my glass that was in the cup holder. It was my daughter's duty to hold her back and keep her from trying to get up in the front but we had not brought a leash (mistake number four) and even if we had, my daughter was no match for a hungry Saint that needed some big lessons in table manners. We kept driving towards home and my husband and I kept looking at each other with forced smiles on our face but the sheer terror in our eyes said, "Oh my God, what have we done". <BR/><BR/>We finally arrived home and let Anna Belle loose in our back yard. She was so excited to be able to run around on our one acre property that she promptly ran straight into the swimming pool. No problem, she needed a bath in the worse way.<BR/><BR/>After she had time to explore and dry off a little, we let her into the house so I could get dinner started. This was my first experience in the kitchen with a Shetland Pony underfoot and finally my Mommy instincts kicked in and I yelled "Enough! Out, Out, Out of my kitchen!". I was no longer going to let this purveyor of slobber bombs intimidate me. <BR/><BR/>Once I realized that her sole purpose for living was to try and please, it was very easy to begin teaching her doggie manners. We were blessed to be owned and operated by Miss Anna Belle Louise for another 6 years but sadly lost her to bone cancer in 2007.<BR/><BR/>She gave us love, happiness, grand chuckles, slobber bombs, sore toes and a collapsed couch. She was also the inspiration of our home business selling Saint Bernard Rescue Kegs with Custom Personalized Leather Collars. <BR/><BR/>I'm so pleased to be a part of Diane's blog and to be able to keep up with the trials and tribulations of Kirby the Whirling Derby. Let's get together soon so I can get my Slobber Dog Kisses Fix.<BR/><BR/>Stay tuned for my next blog - "Mystery of the Missing Pizza" or "How Mad Can a Hungry Husband Get When the Saint Bernard Eats an Entire Pizza in Three Minutes".<BR/><BR/>Here is a website that I created to share with family and friends on the day that we brought Anna Belle to her forever home: <BR/><BR/>http://users.waymark.net/robin/alexis/alexis<BR/><BR/>Drool is Cool and Slime Flies When You're Having Fun!!Saintbernardloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17151556626647902546noreply@blogger.com