6.29.2008

They call her POO, not because she stinks...



..because she's the SH*T!! Our first stop on our Southern Tour was to Oconee Kennel to visit Jamie, Tippe, Miss Lily (who is tooo cute) and all the birddogs in training to pick up POO (AKA Southern Harmony)! Boy was she happy to see mom, she tackled her to the GROUND...you go Poo! She gave the kennel a nice song and dance right after she smothered mom with kisses. Mom got to train with Jamie for a few days and see what the buzz is all about on Miss Poo. She first decided that seeing mom was just too much and could not CONTAIN herself as a birddog and gave Jamie a run for his money. Luckily it was just a momentary laspse of training...cause Sunday she ROCKED the FIELD! Mom came back to the house where I was locked in captivity...ha..and told me all about it..with tears in her eyes. Steady, stauch, beautiful! Way to go POO!

We wuuuuuved Oconee farm. We got to see all kinds of people...Miss Karen, Miss Trish, Mr. Matt, Miss Justeen, Miss Julie, Miss Amber and red dogs (and some other colored ones too) and run run run!!

6.26.2008

All Packed!!

Well, tonight is a short entry. Bela got shipped off to Gramma and Grampa's for a 10-day fun filled vacation of birdwatching, squirrel chasing (keep 'em in line Bay!), and hangin' out with his man Grampa workin' on the motorcycle.


As for me, we got all packed up tonight for a truly "bitchin" road trip!!


So until I go drift off to sleep...I"m just gonna chew the crotch out of this woobie!


6.24.2008

Thinkin' 'bout goin' down to th'shore

I'd like to send today's blog entry out to Miss Deanna.....I'm sure she'll remember.

Deanna: Hey Thyme, what's happenin'?
Me: I don't know.
Deanna: Well uh, rumor around town says you might be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore.
Me: Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to the shore.
Deanna: Whadda ya gonna do down there?
Me: Uh, I don't know, play some birdie games, get a little floozy, buy a t-shirt.
Deanna: Hey uh, were ya gonna check out the sand bar while you're down there?
Me: Uh, what's the Sand Bar?
Deanna: Ah, it's a place that lets six year old 'bitches' drink.
Thyme: [pauses for a minute and thinks] Ah, cool!! OK so the important thing here is that we get to the part where you ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore.
Deanna: Oh, Thyme, how ya gettin' down to the shore?
Thyme: Funny you should ask, I've got a car now.
Deanna: Ah wow, how'd ya get a car?
Thyme: Oh, my mom drove it up here from the Bahamas.
Deanna: You're kidding!
Thyme: I must be, the Bahamas are islands. Okay, the important thing here is that, uh, you ask me what kinda car it is.
Deanna: Uh uh, what kinda car do ya' got?
Thyme: I've got a bitchin' Camaro...(1.2.3.4)Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro!


That would be a great trip..me & mom on the open road in a convertable roadster, but I guess I'll settle for my spot in the SUV.

6.23.2008

Base Tan


Since we are soon to be leaving on a 10 day VACAY I thought it would be in my best interest to get a nice base tan down before hitting the beach in my skivvies. However, in the comforts of my own privacy fenced yard, I prefer to tan in my birthday suit.


Nevertheless, I'm still packin' my sunscreen!

6.21.2008

A shout-out to my daughter POO!

As any good mother does, I'd like to send a HUGE shout out to my lovely daughter Potter, or as those who love her know her..POO! Poo has been spending some time learning the ropes as a FO-REAL bird dog at the controls of her new-man Jamie Fountain. Well not to boast or brag....






...well..if you insist...






apparently she is some birddog prodigy (of course) because she has skillz and is staunch on birds, got nice big run, and is a looker to boot!!! Less than a week left before we get to see her wheels in action as she rejoins our family for a 10-day VACAY to Florida, then it's off North with her new crew to fine-tune before the games begin. BTW...it's a dummy collar and the remote is for the launcher so I've been told!

We also want to give a shout to Miss Grammeee Julieee (our surrogate grammy) for keeping POO in line and keeping her well groomed for all those field boys this fall! She sent us these pics of her today and we think she is just BEAUTIMUS!!!!!!



See you soon :POO!






PS..do you see da burrrdee in da photo?? ->>>>>

6.20.2008

Groomage

In preparation for my "date" mom says I need to be well groomed (like I'm not already). While I'd much rather chew on bones to get my teeth pearly white, mom says it's imperative to brush...for minty freshness or chicken freshness....as my toothpaste is Poulet flavored...


Poulet poulet avec moi.....nah..that's not how the song goes.


Oh well, brusha brusha brusha!


6.19.2008

Bitch Britches 101

It has been brought to my attention that some of my readers are having a hard time understanding the concept of the Bitch Britch...so I thought I would take a little strut down the catwalk (MEOW!) and show them some of my styles of britches. You are welcome to take notes..but no puparazzi please. Victoria's Secret, eat your heart out!







My first pair and what mom sometimes uses as "training britches" for those "first timers". It's amazing that they still fit...proof that I AM retaining my girlish figure.















These are my jeans. Mom calls them my "hip huggers", I call them my "Calvin's". Tommy Hilfiger..nah..I'm a Calvin Klein girl! Take THAT Kate Moss.











For my next outfit, I'd like to show off my "sunny day" britches. A lovely floral print which truly dazzles the boys. Feminine..frilly...and just darn cute. It's about as close to lace that I'll get.









Finally my evening wear. A little low rise, a little high rise.

It's my version of every girl's little black dress.









So now you know the scoop on the britches. Every good girl lines them, only the floozies go commando on liners..ick! Remember to remove them when you do your "business", lest you get soggy bottoms. Grampa is notorious for letting me in the yard in my britches and chasing me around to try to "pants" me. Silly boys.
Mom put my britches on Bela once.......wish I had a photo of THAT!!







6.18.2008

Bouncing Back




Much better today.




Hey Remy....




6.17.2008

Word of the Day: Crampathy

Crampathy.

noun. (KRAM-puh-thee).

Miss 'Manda sent me some crampathy today when I told her I was feeling a little bloated, moooody, and so out of energy all I could do is moooo in my big chair as mom rubbed my tummy. She said I just needed to relax and look forward to my VAYCAY!!

'Manda says she would take some Motrin, but I can't do that. Instead, mom and I 'nuggled up in our chair and she rubbed my tummy some more and she didn't get after me when I got mad at Bela.

My daughter Butters should send me some crampathy, this is all her fault....but I forgive her.