Monday, April 23, 2012

Reasons to Sponsor Me

Mom signed us up for the Mutt Strut again this year. It's the third year in a row that we'll be strutting our stuff to help raise some money for the Champaign County Humane Society. That's our local humane society.

We like to do the Mutt Strut 'cause it helps us give a little back. Mom and I feel like we sorta won the lottery when we adopted each other. It's important to help out those doggies and kitties and bunnies and lizards and things who aren't as lucky and haven't found their forever homes yet!

So, with that in mind, I'd like to present to you the top reasons to sponsor me in the Mutt Strut.

Top 10 Reasons to Sponsor Buttons in the Mutt Strut

10. Kitties. I really love kitties...and the 60 kitties at the humane society will benefit from these donations!

9. Those doggies at the humane society need more TOYS.

8. Seriously. We gotta get them toys. And some cookies. This is very important.

7. I get really shy at events like this. I hide behind Mom and act pathetic. Your donations help make my suffering worthwhile. Here's a pic of me acting pathetic from last year:

6. Helping animals in need is good karma, isn't it???

5. I won a toy last year in a Mutt Strut contest. (OK, so that's not "technically" a reason to donate...but it WAS pretty cool...)

4. It's a win-win situation. You get warm fuzzies for donating and I get super excited about your donations for those animals in need.

3. Mom is considering taking my stroller. With all those other dogs walking, the stroller will be seriously embarrassing for me. That ain't cool. Please donate and help me feel a bit better about this...

2. This year's Mutt Strut is taking place on May 5. That's my grandpa's birthday. He passed away just two years ago, so Mom & I will be strutting in memory of grandpa that day.

1. I'm cute. Can you really resist the power of this cuteness???

If I've convinced you to help -- and I hope I have -- simply click here to visit my FirstGiving page and sponsor me in the Mutt Strut.

Thanks so much!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Getting Stuck

This story actually happened a month or two ago, but since it's been forever since I've told you a good story about my antics -- and let's face it, it's been forever since Mom's even let me post -- I thought I'd share.

Mom and I were over visiting my favorite neighbor at her house. I like to investigate everything when we're over there. I walk behind her chairs, sneak under her table, shimmy under her bed, and I've even been known to climb onto the first shelf of her bookcases.

My cool neighbor has a chair like this:

That's not a picture of HER chair, of course. That's just a chair I found on the internet to illustrate the story. Pretend that there are doggie toys all over around that chair, though, and it'll look a lot more like my neighbor's house.

Anyway, I was investigating everything, so of course that means I was investigating the chair, too. I shimmied myself between the bottom two rungs in the front of the chair so that I could sniff around underneath it. There was stuff I HAD to check out under there.

And that's when I realized I'd made a fatal error.

I could not get back out from under the chair. Each time I tried to go back between those rungs, the chair would move and it would start to smoosh me. I couldn't move.

I was stuck. Stuck under a chair.

Did Mom have pity on me? Well, yes and no. She laughed for a bit at my predicament. (My neighbor laughed, too, of course.) After laughing at me, did Mom help? NO...instead, she had the audacity to take a picture.

Then she FINALLY lifted up the chair (yes, she had to pick the whole thing up in the air) and I was able to escape my jail cell.

I haven't shimmied under that chair since.