Woofstock Weekend

http://www.cpaawoofstock.com/ 

Suggested Entrance fee of $1.00 but sure we can spare some extra change ♥

Even if you don't own a dog, such as me, it's a great event to take part in. Maybe you'll come "Homeward Bound" if you know what I mean ;)

~ Vaccine & Microchip Clinic

~ Pet Blessing

~ Trainers

~ Raffles &Auctions

~ Local businesses/rescues

~ Doggie Ice Cream Social

~ Nail Trims

~ Photo contests

~ Live Music

~ And of course, good old eats

Aunt Lydia's Pretzels
Bricker's Famous French Fries
BullBQ LLC
Camp Curtin Bar-B-Que Station
Country Kettle, Kettle Corn
CPAA's Hippy Hound Cafe
Food Fest
Mike's Hard Ice Cream
Pizza Hut
Sherri's Crab Cakes
The Onion Shack
Wilson's Funnel Cakes & Lemonade II

Oogy, the Dog Only a Family Could Love

Author & owner, Larry, will be there to autograph his book that spent 10 weeks on the New York Times best seller list. Hopefully Oogy will be feeling much better than last year & he too will grace us with his presence. Until then, visit Oogy's Facebook page.

Honestly, this event is so much fun, I may have to borrow someone's dog so I fit in with the "cool" crowd :)

So put down that load of laundry, turn off the crock pot & grab a leash, but keep in mind 

like any event there will be lines....



Why Bother Naming Pets

Why do we even bother naming our pets when we end up calling them something else. It's like with kids, if you yell the full name then they know they're in trouble. With pets, if you call them by their true name they know they're doing something wrong. I don't have just one, I have 2 or 3 nicknames for our cats. I've heard people say, cats don't know their names. Ha! You are incorrect. Not only do they know their real names but they know the bajillion nicknames we've given them. One even has her own song & when I sing it, she comes trotting along ♥ My own kid doesn't come running when I call him by his REAL name. Thank goodness I only had one of those.

Let's go down the list....oldest to youngest.

Skittles orange tabby - 12 yrs old, likes food, sleeping, food & pooping. Bottle fed by me since he was 4 wks old. Must have been some steroids in that milk!

~ Fiddle Faddle

~ Mr. Man

~ Big Boy - he's about 20 lbs

~ Skids - and unfortunately he lives up to this name

Times I feel as if I'm intruding on their private time... so odd.

Mocha (only loves Skittles, as you see from the above pictures) Tortie ~ 5 yrs old - likes.... nothing. She's an ornery pants.

~ Mocha Choca Latte

~ Miss Pissy Paws

I don't dare call her too many names, as you see the name above describes her, don't want to piss her off anymore than she already is. 

Punkin (not Pumpkin... she's not round or fat or orange) Blush & white - almost 3 ~ loves 'string' aka shoe lace, plays hide & seek and loves turkey.

~ Punka Doodle

~ Poodle (When I say "there's poodle" it totally confuses people)

~ Skinny Butt

She has the song ♪A Punka doodle, a punka doodle a punka punka punka punka punka doodle ♪ 

With her favorite toy "string"... if you say "go find string" she will.

 

 

Baxter (or Bastard which is what my teen son likes to call him) Tiger stripe - 1 yr - loves jumping at bugs, pissing off Mocha & moving at rapid speeds. He's very ADD - thus why he takes to my son so well, they relate.

~ Boo Boo

~ Bumble (he doesn't really 'meow' he just buzzes all the time) 

~ Buddy

We think he's part bobcat, before he was even 1 yr old his tail alone measured 14" - Well hung cat.

Reesey - Tortie - 1 yr - loves mommy's Zumba® bracelets, timid but oh so sweet & cuddles like no other.

~ Reesey Piecey Pants - must be said with odd accent 

~ Little Girl

~ Chunky Monkey (she's got a tiny body but full in the middle cuz this girl likes to eat!) 

Bestest cuddler in the whole world!

I often think nicknames are used because we're too lazy to say the whole name, like in my house. Dustin = Dust & Kelly = Kel... it's like we just can't get the rest out, too much work. But with our cats you see the names are usually longer. Think they just earn names as you get to know them. Glad people don't give me nicknames according to my personality. Or at least don't say them to my face. 

Tell me some of your pet's names/nicknames....

From the Beginning...

I've always LOVED cats. Not your typical "awe aren't they cute, I should get one some day" kinda love. Like I REALLY LOVED them. Yes in a somewhat neurotic kinda way, but still totally sane. I remember my first cat, Cassandra Sue. She was a gray tiger & she was mine, alllllllllllll mine.

I've learned as I get older, my memory does me no good. I can't remember what I made for dinner last night, or where I met my best friend for the first time. It saddens me that I don't remember these things, because many are important to me, I just can't remember them. But I still remember the day my Cassandra didn't come home. The visual seems to never escape my mind. I was no more than 7 or 8 years old. She had been missing all day. Yes, back then we let our pets outside. Now you will NEVER find any of our furries roaming freely outside our abode. At this age, I really didn't have a say. So as I'm going through my bedtime ritual, putting the PJ's on, finding my stuffed Snoopy & the other 30 stuffed animals that surrounded me on my canopy, I can't help but pace wondering where she ventured off to. My Dad knew that I wouldn't sleep a wink until I had her safe & sound in my pile of plushies and he would not allow me to worry, so he began his late night search. 

Again because I didn't have much say at that age, I had go to bed.... very unwillingly. I turned off my light & pretended to tuck myself in. Instead I stood by my window watching my father's shadow scour the busy main road we lived on. Due to the tennis court building across the street, I could see all movements from the beaming street lights in the parking lot. 

My heart sank as I saw my father bend over & pick up a dark, lifeless image. It was Cassandra Sue :( She had been struck by a vehicle. I can still feel the devastation as I relive this memory. Even brings tears to my eyes. It took me many years to have another cat, not sure if that was my parent's choice due to my depressed stage from losing Cassie or if I just knew right then that my heart couldn't take that kind of pain ever again. Or so I thought.

♥ RIP Cassandra Sue. 

Dog Days at Ashcombe's Aug 25th

Tell Me You Missed Me Too

Back from a wonderful vacation. Coming from someone with high separation anxiety, I was very sad to say goodbye... yet the thought of seeing our fur babies after 6 days kept the neurotic sob fest to a minimal.

I know they have no idea of time, but was hoping they missed us as much as we missed them. Honestly, I think they did. That or they are very conscientious of time & knew that it was "feeding" time from the nanny so when we stumbled through the front door there sat ALL of them. 3 were strategically placed on the stairs, one behind the door & one already heading downstairs to the feeding pit. I swear, if they wagged like dogs, there would have been  a whirlwind of fur flying from the over zealous wagging that would have taken place :)

Even if I am just a walking piece of meat to them, in my mind it's all about love. They missed us, I know it.♥