Heather Cherry Comedy Roast of...

... Wiener Dogs!

Look at you, wiener dogs. You're so short. Yet so long at the same time. How does that even work? What's the deal with those tiny legs? Did someone chop them OFF while you're weren't looking? Pay a little more attention, wiener dogs. I mean, really.

You're so little but you think you're big and brave. For crap's sake, you fight badgers! Haven't you heard? Dooooooood... those things are, just totally... mean, evil little critters!

Why would you go up against these guys, huh? Come on. You have nothing to prove, wiener dogs. So quit showing off, srsly.

And what's with this nonsense? You dress up in ridiculous Mexican outfits? Tiny hats? What did I say about showing off?

Oh, hardy-har-har. A hotdog bun bed. How ironic and adorable. NOT!*

*Except it totally, totally is.

My little buddy, Deuce. Yep, my mom totally made that bun-bed up there.

Visit Carmen's blog for other weenie hijinks.

Time for a Jealousy-Inducing Post

Nanny-nanny-boo-boo, look who had a sleepover at my house last night! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Here's the situation: I heard from a fellow rescuer who feeds a lot of strays. She's been going to a local junkyard for quite some time now, feeding the myriad of dogs out there. They just keep breeding and having babies forever and ever. The owner of the junkyard doesn't feed any of them, doesn't want them and pays them no mind. Even worse, in order to apparently kill off the fleas and ticks he has doused several of them in DIESEL FUEL!!! Absolutely unbelievable. So last night we rescued this mama and her babies and more rescues are planned for today. Just look at this sad mama's face. Looks like she's been through a lot, huh?

Doga

My preggers sister-in-law goes to a yoga class on Monday nights, appropriately and cutely named "Mamaste." Last night she noticed they also offer a doggie yoga class. Apparently the class is only about 5 minutes long, though, cuz dogs only know 2 poses:

Downward Facing Dog and Upward Facing Dog.

ba-dum-bump

*rimshot*

I'll be here all week.

[SNUGGLES] Wigs for dogs.Yes, that's what I said. Dog Wigs.

Snuggles here. I was readeen Mom's post yesterday on my iPhone, the one wiff the dog in the George Washington wig and was so shocked and appawed I had to research the trend some more. Yes, trend. Because apparently there are a lot of these stinkin' tings around! Mommy will prolly be mad at me for dis but I have no problem telling you dat she almost buyed me a mullet wig at Target when dey was on clearance after Halloween. She's sick I tell you, sick! Anywayz, here are some pixes dat I found on teh internets of some fellow goggehs being tortured with faux coifs. IMO, dey are real, ahem, faux-paws.

OMG a dog in a Sarah Palin outfit. Stop da madness!!!1!2

Jamaica me puke wiff dis one, lolz.

Kill me now, peeples. Kill me now.

*face-paw*

LOLpibbles

Hi, everyone! Snuggles Q. Pibble here. Just thought I'd post some of my favorite loldogs from I Has a Hotdog. Of course, they all happen to be PIBBLES! Duh. Hey, check out my very own profile sometime. I worked really hard on it and it took a long time to type on accounta my big ol' paws and such.

Layterz!

Hay! I almost forgot! One of my most favoritest hoomins finally started blogging. She's my Nan-Nan (grandma) and I love her with all of my pibble heart. Go check out her new blog!

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River's Sister, Emma

This is Liz's other baby girl, Emma.

Here's Emma's story, too...

From Liz:

I have been a lifelong dog owner, and after I married my husband, we lived in apartments that were too tiny to keep a dog of the size I wanted. Finally, in 2003 we moved to a house with a yard. I had been doing research on dog breeds for 5 years, and had come to the conclusion that I wanted an American Pit Bull Terrier. Their wonderful personalities, which combine equal parts nobility and goofiness, attracted me, as well as their "underdog" plight and the fact that they're so commonly misunderstood and misrepresented. I found out that a local dog trainer was also a very responsible pit bull breeder, and I contacted her to see if she had any adult dogs. She introduced me to Emma, the finest dog and most loving canine companion I've ever known. Emma was adopted out as a purebreed puppy from show stock, but was abused in her first placement, having been confined to a puppy-sized crate almost exclusively for the first 6 months of her life. When the breeder found out about the owner's irresponsibility, she took Emma back and rehabilitated her. Emma had rampant skin infections from lying in her own excrement and urine, and was bloody from elbows to paws after trying to dig out of her crate. Emma was nearly 2 when I adopted her, and she's been my constant companion ever since. She embodies all the best of the APBT: loyalty, gentleness, playfulness and a capacity for love that humbles everyone she meets. She transformed my husband, who had been attacked by a dog (German Shepherd) when he was a child, into a lifelong dog lover.

Got my puppy fix... *sigh*

I helped with a rescue transport this weekend. That's where an adoptable dog or group of dogs makes their way across the country from a high-kill shelter to a rescue or forever home by means of a not-so-underground doggie railroad of sorts. One person drives a leg of the route, hands the dogs off to the next and so on. Since I drive the World's Smallest Car Ever TM and, therefore, can't transport crates, I try to help out with overnights as much as possible. So I had 3 extra pibble kids stay with me last night. They arrived after 10 p.m. and then left for Minnesota this morning around 9 a.m.

One of them, Heidi, was only about 4 months old and so shy and fearful. She was so sweet and it made me sad to see that at some point humans have done something to make her so afraid of them. As soon as I put her on the ground to potty, she just cowered. So I plopped myself down on the grass next to her and just gave her some time to get used to me. Eventually she was crawling into my lap and climbing up my chest to give me kisses on my mouf. Sadly, I had a cold and couldn't smell anything so I didn't get to partake in the sniffing of puppy breath. :o( But all in all it was a rewarding 12 hours and I was sad to see the babies go but excited for them to go to their new homes.

Yea for rescue! And yea for MARS. They rule.