Happy New Year, Folks! Indy here.
I’m glad you asked.
Fur babies wear furry coats, and they’re members of your family!
I want to shine the spotlight on your fur babies, so I finally got around to creating a Fur Babiespage. But I’ll need you to submit the following to make that happen:
- the two best photos of your fur babies—dogs, cats, ferrets, lamas, and even rats will do,
- your fur baby’s registered name, if you have a purebred,
- your fur baby’s name or nickname,
- your fur baby’s date of birth or the date your fur baby passed away,
- the breed of your fur baby,
- your fur baby’s birth weight,
- today’s weight,
- other interesting tidbits, and
- a short story that’ll make me laugh or cry.
If you’re not a writer, don’t worry. I’ll tweak your story and make it shine brighter than the shiniest star in the galaxy.
The photo and story will appear as a post on Mum’s my blog. Then I’ll add a second photo to the Fur Babies page along with the information I’ve requested above. If you don’t have all of the information I’ve asked for, please send in what you have.
Just imagine—your fur baby can be immortalized forever!
Here’s a purr-fect example of a short story I wrote about my older brother, Patches.
Patches weighs in at 24 pounds. He turned ten years and one month old today!
He’s a real superstar too! Way back in 2004, Patches made his debut on a doggie calendar just for Shih Tzu’s, published by Zebra Publishing.
Patches is a quiet, reserved old man who thinks he’s the king of our castle up here on Campbell Hill farm. But I suppose being featured on a calendar might make any fur baby’s head swell.
You have to admit, he looks rather dapper with that bandana tied around his neck. If you peer closely, you might be able to make out Mickey Mouse ears on the side of his ever-expanding girth.
Mum says that happens as you age.
For months after I arrived on the scene, snooty Patches refused to come near me. He wouldn’t eat his kibble or drink until Mum moved his doggie dishes into the kitchen. Mum even had to lug his comfy bed up the stairs and place it in her bedroom.
When nature called, though, Patches crept down the stairs, darted to the screen door, pushed it open with his nose, and then leaped off the porch to do his business.
Eventually, I won his heart.
Although he still growls and snaps if I wrap my paws around his neck and nibble on his ears, I keep telling him it’s just a hug. He can be such a grouch!
But when our wet noses touch and I gaze into his milk-chocolate eyes, I feel the love. Then I know…Patches is glad I’m his little brother.
Before you leave, please click on the Fur Babies heading. It’s located at the top of the blog. Once there, you’ll uncover another photo of Patches. Oh, and there’s a unique photo of me too! And, of course, I’ve left instructions on how you can contact me.
So remember to send in your submissions. I’d love to place your fur babies in the limelight!
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