Thursday, July 15, 2010

Blog the Change for Animals

Today is Blog the Change for Animals hosted by Be The Change with the goal of spreading the word on good causes, make commitments and inspire others to help out in any way they can.

I wanted to bring awareness to a shelter in Queens, NY called Bobbi & the Strays.
Since 1998 Bobbi Giordano has quit her job and dedicated her life to helping animals along with the help of marvelous volunteers. Unfortunately the building that was housing their larger dogs is scheduled to be demolished (temporarily on hold for lack of funds) so ironically the homeless are going to be homeless yet again. I know what it's like to not have a place to call home and just wish that they can all find families that love them as much as mine loves me but until they do I want them to have a roof to protect them. I will be spreading their story to all my furry friends' parents when I see them on my outings and will also be making a donation to their building funds, using Daddy's credit card of course :-) Mommy says that when we move to our house next year that we'll be able to foster, I'm so excited it'll be like a pajama party everyday.

Bobbi & the Strays Building Fund

Pets Available for adoption






Monday, July 12, 2010

SCORE !!!

Back in March I asked my fellow fur-ends to join me in signing a petition to help save a program that allows shelters to offer spay/neuter surgeries for pets of low-income residents. Originally these funds came from $3 that were set aside from pet licensing fees collected but Gov. Petterson wanted to allow local governments to use the money for whatever they needed even if it had nothing to do with animal welfare. Well our woofs and meows have been heard because the program has been reinstated. 
I'm glad to have been able to put my pawprint on a few emails, letters, faxes and petitions to Patterson (with the help of mom and dad of course).


ASPCA Victory !

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Frankie's 4th of July Name Game

Frankie Furter is starting a revolution by having a name game for all fur-ends to share how they got their names.

When mom and dad met me at the shelter they met me as Bramble. What were they thinking you ask? I don't know I've asked myself that question many times. Since I didn't like the name I never responded it so the one of the volunteers told my 'rents that they could change my name because "I wasn't used to it" teehee. Mom and dad were throwing around ideas the whole ride home and nothing. They felt bad for calling me "hey you" and everything they were coming up with was overdone or boring so they decided to try another language. Daddy is from Galicia, Spain where they have a Portuguese dialect so he mentioned that black in Galician is pronounced Charneca. At first mom thought it sounded like charcoal but little by little it started growing on all of us so they decided to change the c for a k so I can be unique and that was that. Why cheeto Charneka you ask? Well this is a little embarrassing but you're all my friends so I know you won't judge me. My parents "claim" that when I sleep that I "smell" like cheetos the yummy cheese chips. I don't believe I just think that they can't come up with any other faults about me because I'm such a good girl that this is the best they can come up with. I let them get away with it because it makes them giggle and sniff me while I'm sleeping so I sneak in some snuggles. 
Some of my nicknames are: Charne, cheeto, stinker, beby, snuggle monster, stop licking me, bebychona, the best thing that's ever happened to us, no one invited you on the couch, baby girl, snugbug & did you just fart.  

Happy 4th of July

Not only is today a day of celebration because we are free, free from what I don't know yet maybe aliens I'm not even in Pre-K yet, but also mommy and daddy get to spend an extra day at home with me, hey I appreciate the little things in life. 

Today has been an especially scary day to say the least. People are making loud noises all over and it hurts my ears so I've been hiding in my crate all day long at least until my parents tell me it's safe to come out. When I went on my walk this afternoon our neighbors grand kids were visiting and they all running at me full charge with open arms yelling "puppy, puppy." Ummmm I'm not a puppy I'm like 1.2 already !!!! but anyway daddy told me to sit and lie down while he explained to the kids how to approach me (or any unfamiliar dog for that matter). Once they calmed down and let me smell their hand I  felt a lot less stressed so I decided to lick their faces and make them giggle. Daddy told me I was a good girl so I showed them my belly to scratch me as my reward.







What is this? Why is it next to me? This isn't mine !!!!


Maaaaaaaa dad is trying to frame me !!!!!  
No I'm not drunk, it's the sun in my eyes.
Happy 4th of July everyone !!!