IIIIII Hate A Parade!!

Here is a picture of me and my mommy today in Central Park. We look very happy but today was the Israeli parade and there's nothing my mommy and me hate more than a parade. It was so loud and messy (at least their drum line was better than the Greek parade two weeks ago).

If I were mayor (um, I wouldn't get rid of term limits) I would banish all parades except for the Memorial Day Parade and Veteran's Day Parade. I would also allow any ticker tape parades when our sport teams won championships.

I would have one parade a year in the summer that encompasses all the nations just like the Olympics. They would parade around the loop in Central Park and all nationalities would be represented. It would be far more exciting that way, be less on the tax payers because cops would only have to be hired for one day and best reason yet the traffic wouldn't have to be disrupted every Sunday on Fifth Avenue. It would bring everyone together in peace and harmony. Every one would come so it would be good for the businesses around Central Park.

I think this idea would bring down the garbage, drunkenness and bad behavior found in most parades. Just have a few floats represent a nation instead of a mile of children walking in the heat suffering from heat stroke dressed like European peasants waving a flag. This way each country would only have their best represented which would be more entertaining.

More entertaining, save money, less crime, less garbage, less noise, less traffic jams, promotes peace and harmony amongst the people. I think it's a smashing idea!!

I should write a proposal to the mayor. In these hard time I don't see what he would have to lose.

Well, next parade is the Puerto Rican Day Parade and I plan to be out of town for that one. Nothing like seeing Ricans roasting a pig on the sidewalks of Fifth Avenue!! Umm, on second thought that sounds fantastic! I don't know why my mom is complaining. She loves pork!

Chow for now!!

150 Posts And Going Strong!

WOW! We can't believe it! Today we are celebrating our 150th post at the Powder Puffington Post and we are jazzed!

We can't believe we found 150 subjects to write about. Not bad for a dog!! I hope that you have noticed that my spelling and grammar have improved over the months.

We have made our readers aware of many charities, causes, pets that need a home, strange animal stories from around the world, the crazy life of celebrities, doggie fashion, my Sunday sermons and the peeps in my life.

It has been an honor and a pleasure to come into your homes and lives. I hope I have provided at least minutes of enjoyment to you and perhaps you learned a little something at the end of the day.

So I celebrate with watching my mommy eat cake (as she tells me I cannot have some because it gives me some serious tooting) and a picture of me and my beloved Q-Ball. Today we came within the vicinity of where she died but we still couldn't go there, it hurt too much.

I look forward to our next milestone of 200 posts. Have a great weekend!!

Chow for now!!

Pet Finder Pet of the Week - Snoopy (Snoop Dog)

We have been remiss with our Pet Finder of the Week spotlight pet so today we will spotlight Snoopy (Snoop Dog). I like his name as I can relate to it since my name Powder Puff can easily translate to Puff Daddy the rap artist just like Snoop Dog. Snoopy is a 4 year old male English Bulldog.

Here is his bio:

SNOOPY IS BEING FOSTERED IN MONTGOMERY, NY...YOU WILL HAVE TO TRAVEL TO THERE FOR HIS ADOPTION. ADOPTION FEE 325.00

Snoopy is an approximately 4 y old male English bulldog. He has been doing well with the dogs in the home..great with the small dogs...with the large dogs at times he will posture next to them as if to say "go ahead and just try to start something"...all I have to do is say "knock it off" and he slithers off...I will keep an eye on him for now and see if his changes but as of right now I am looking for a home with a small dog or nod other dogs for Snoop.

He is a happy boy, tail wiggles and he trots around the house following me. He is kept in a separate room during the day and is fine...no barking, no accidents.

If interested in adopting Snoopy you can contact me for an application at
Email: tinaf0807@gmail.com

Snoopy (snoop dog) is up-to-date with routine shots, house trained and spayed/neutered.

Well Snoopy may look a little ferocious but I am assured he is a little sweetie. Can't you find it in your heart to adopt Snoopy, he deserves a home and lots of love.

Well, chow for now!




Snoopy (snoop dog) is up-to-date with routine shots, house trained and spayed/neutered.

Whatz Up California??

Why all the hating California?? I don't understand how states like Iowa or countries in Latin America can allow equal rights for gays and California, the supposedly most progressive state in the union is opposed to equal rights for gays and gay marriage?

California is a weird state. Not as weird as Florida but a close second. My Mema lives in Southern California in a town called Riverside. It's only an hour away from LA, the most fit city in the nation, however once you get outside LA, the entire state (except for portions of San Francisco) is majorly obese. You actually have to LOOK for the skinny people as everyone seems to be morbidly obese. You wouldn't expect this in California with the year around nice weather which gives you no excuse to not be exercising but that's how it is.

Well just the same way you wouldn't except California to be all uptight and religious about gay rights (hello Hollywood!!) here you have their Supreme Court upholding Proposition 8 and denying gays in California the right to legally marry. The only caveat of this (yes PP knows the big words) is that the 18 thousand gay marriages held in California can remain intact.

So now maybe Californians will get out of their apathy and in the next elections vote to turn this over. And just the way Mormons helped fund this proposition the rest of the nation can help fund to get this overturned.

It looks like New York will soon be one of the states that allow gay marriages so I am very proud to live here and have the offices of the PPP in New York. Although personally I think we should have already done this as New Jersey, Massachusetts, Iowa and two other states have already given legal rights to gays.

So the PPP would also like to protect marriage too. We want marriage to go to any couple same sex or not who understand the commitment that they are making towards each other and what it says to society.

I hope you like the image above as I got a cute Maltese named Mindy to strip for the cause (he, he..).

Chow for now!!

Happy Belated Birthday Uncle Saad!!

Happy Belated Birthday Uncle Saad!!

I know I am two days late in getting this out to you but I know you were away this weekend so you weren't checking the PPP, but it's back to work and I just wanted to wish you a Happy 29th Birthday(cough, cough)!!

I hope you were spoiled by your friends and Uncle Michael over the weekend and you had a great weekend at Mount Hillary. BTW, when am I going to Mount Hillary? It's that time of the year!!


Anyway I hope to see you soon so I can gift you (he,he we know I how gift people).

To a great uncle who is sweet, kind, loving, sooo talented and admired my all.

May this be the year all your dreams come true :)

Chow for now!

Dog Day Afternoon

We here in New York City have been lucky enough to enjoy magnificent weather lately. I have been cooped up in our apartment the last few months due to winter and then the rains of spring. Let's not forget my new roommate Judge who makes living in my apartment a not so nice experience as he is constantly trying to mount me and become the Alpha Dog of our home. He even bit my mommy last week and made her bleed for awhile. I was HOMICIDAL when this happened! I don't even bite my mom and if I did I wouldn't break skin!

So in the last few days my mom found a place in Central Park where she can sit and read and let me off my leash so I can explore, rest and chase squirrels. It's a secret destination so I cannot let you know where it is as I like my privacy and I also do not want to get a ticket for being off my leash.


Here I am coming to get a drink of water as my mommy reads a romance novel she saved from her high school years. Yup! A little pathetic but I still love her. I kept the men away from her while she sunbathed as she is working on her base tan and doesn't need any men near her to do this.

I am very excited about summer coming and all the outdoors activities we will do with our friends and family. I hope you all enjoyed the day!

Chow for now!

Dogs of a Feather

Lately I have had some flack from my readers telling me that I need to go back to having more daily posts as in the last two weeks I have gone for days sometimes without posting but ladies and gentlemen I have to place the blame on mame (or mom in this case). She has been very busy socializing and with this glorious weather lately we have been spending a lot of time outside (trust me I am not complaining).

However I am determined to get the PPP back on track as there are so many stories to post so there really is not an excuse to not post daily. The New York Times doesn't take a vacation on printing the paper so why should The Powder Puffington Post? I think not.

Well, I have discovered that I am not the only canine blogging. My good friend Paco also seems to have his mommy typing his daily blog for him. As you can see from the photograph, Paco is on his mommy's back whispering in her ear what to type. I actually like to sit on my mommy's lap while she is typing so Paco and I have different styles of working but in the end we have a post to publish.


Paco is a friend and colleague and he is half American and half Italian (I think the shoes give it away). His mom is Leslie and she is American and his father is Frederico from Italy. Paco is their baby (as I am me mum's).


Well, it's Memorial Weekend and it's the official start of summer, my favorite time of year as I am outside a lot. My mom has found a nice cut off part in Central Park that I can roam around without my leash and just chill out, chase squirrels, jump in between people on a date making out in the grass and grazing like a little Hebridean sheep.

We hope to get to the beach as much as possible this summer and I have a feeling we will as I love to run on the beach.

So I wish you all a great start to the three day weekend! Chow for now!

Michael Vick

This week Michael Vick, the former NFL player sentenced to prison for organizing the cruel sport of dog fights was released from prison. He served 23 months behind bars and is now under house arrest and has to wear an ankle bracelet while he serves out his sentence as a laborer that earns $10 an hour.

Now as a voice for animal rights you may think that my post today is about demanding why is Michael Vick out of jail and allowed to be a part of society again? However I Powder Puff am not that kind of dog.

I have to admit that I thought Michael Vick was going to be cleared of these crimes as we all know having a good lawyer when you are wealthy can help you get away with murder in the United States. The fact that he was sentenced and served time (and not LA time as we know celebrities in LA serve only minutes of their sentences due to overcrowding in prisons), lost millions from his NFL contract and endorsements, Michael Vick did not walk away Scot free. He has paid and will pay for his crime the rest of his life. This so far is unfortunately his legacy.

Now as a free man Michael Vick has the chance to change his legacy and show the world he learned from his crimes (and not by just getting caught) and the value of all life. He has the chance to redeem himself by becoming a sincere animal rights activist and teaching society that this "sport" is really just another facet of the cruelty of humans.

Now I am sure after his experience he does not want to spend the rest of his life being the poster boy for animal cruelty but guess what, he is. His excuse that dog fights were part of his culture is inexcusable as a man with an education and the means to be a global citizen. Life will make him deal with the consequences of his actions as he has forever branded himself by dealing and profiting from his cruel actions.

Let's hope something positive comes from his crimes and that is someone who is sincere in helping end this torture for other dog fighting rings, educating the public on the cruelty against animals here and abroad and living the rest of his life as a law abiding citizen.

Chow for now!

Stop the Waterboxing!

This is an investigative report from the PPP about a special kind of torture just for dogs that must be stopped! You heard of the human torture called "waterboarding", well the equivalent of torture for dogs is a horrible little box called the "Dog-O-Matic" but we call it "waterboxing!"


Some sadistic Frog (from the land of the Marquis de Sade of course!) decided to invent a contraption that supposedly washes us when we are stinky from rolling in mud and poo. It looks sooo innocent, a Dog-O-Matic for washing the dog like a person washes a car, without any of the fuss or love.

Frenchman Romain Jarry, 31, who insists the device is not cruel, hopes to introduce it to Britain next year after it proved a huge success in his home town of St Max, near Nancy.


It costs the equivalent of £13 to wash a small dog, £22 for medium size, rising to £31 for the largest customers.

Cats can also be catered for - at the small-dog price.

Mr Jarry said: 'It doesn't take long to wash the dog - usually a few minutes. The longest part is the drying. The dogs don't seem to get bored. They just sit there and they come out clean.

'We are really hoping it will take off and that other places will start buying in the machines.

'I would love them to be available in England within the next year or so but at the moment people are still getting used to the idea.'


Well I just ask you to look at these photos and see the torture, the look of desperation and the call for help this little dog (who bears a striking resemblance to me) as on his face. You be the judge. Doggie car wash or canine torture device.

All I can say is, my mommy knows better than to put me in this.

Chow for now!

Cannes Film Festival - The Great Escape

Sorry about not posting in the last few days. My mommy has been working on updating her jewelry site and therefore she has been hogging up the computer. I told her that she is denying a handful of people of the wonderfulness of the PPP who have been going without news for the last few days but her response was something like, "Um, want to eat, have a roof over your head and snazzy sweaters, blah, blah, blah?" So I let her hog the computer but I do recommend you check out her site and give her your comments. www.nrjewelry.com

Cannes Film Festival started today and although I asked mom that we report live from Cannes this year we didn't exactly make it. A cheesy "French Tuesday" party was the closest we got to Cannes this year. Oh well! There's always next year.

Well this year at the film festival there was a special selection of a documentary about Midge the one eye cat called "The Great Escape". Midge will soon be the toast of Cannes when the documentary starring her debuts at the festival.

Almost every day, Midge's owner Martin Humphreys jogs around his village in England and one time, Midge joined him. After that, every time Martin went jogging, so did Midge. But Martin soon began to notice that when he tried to pass her she would not be beat. Martin decided it was time for Midge and him to settle this once and for all. He decided they would battle it out in a great race and he made a documentary about it for $2,000. It was entered into the Cannes Film Festival and accepted! The trailer for the movie is below.

http://video.telegraph.co.uk/services/player/bcpid1348426473?bctid=22976917001

Martin wants Disney to make a full fledged feature film starring Midge. ‘I want Disney or Twentieth Century Fox to come and take a look at the film.'

'Ideally, I would like them to come to Wrose and make a full-length feature film about her. I have in mind the outline of a children's adventure, in which Midge would face all sorts of challenges.

'It would involve car chases, explosions, and a lot of fun. I also have an idea that in the end Midge would take on the Olympic 100m champion Usain Bolt while hundreds of kids cheered on.

'She would make a great heroine and I really think it could be one of the greatest children’s films of all time,’ he added.

Midge couldn't make a personal appearance at the festival as her requests for the Royal Suite at the Carlton and all the catnip in the land was denied so Martin is representing her.

Martin's idea for a movie sounds great so it's quite guaranteed that Disney will not do it. Knowing Disney they will probably option the movie and then turn it into a pre-teen girl named Midge running through the town chasing cops in a mid-drift shirt and hot pants.

Anyway I wish Midge well even though she is a cat and I hope their documentary wins a prize.

Well, I am off to the park as the sun is out and it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood as Mister Rodgers use to say.

I hope you have a great start to the weekend! Chow for now!

Ouch! That's Gotta Hurt!

I have been guilty of swallowing many things whilst on my daily walks on the streets especially in this dirty city. There have been many times when my mother had to reach down my throat to pull out a chicken bone, a semi chewed up hot dog, a chewed up mouse, a decaying dead bird. She wonders how I can be so finicky about food at home and yet manage to stuff anything I find on the street that was once living in my mouth. She is even considering carrying around a rubber glove on our walks so she doesn't have to touch the foul things I gobble up on our walks. Most of all she seems to be embarrassed as it makes it look to strangers that she never feeds me.

However bad I am at least I am not Alfie, a Cocker Spaniel who swallowed his toy puppy. The Daily Mail reports, "Owners Joanne Dutton and daughter Madeline, seven, were amazed when the vet's X-ray revealed the cause of the dog's illness."

Joanne, from Wilmslow, Cheshire, in the UK said: 'He was refusing to eat or drink and then became very ill.

'He just looked so sad, which is not like him, so we took him to the vet.


Gee, that girl already needs her teeth to be whitened! Typical bloody English!!

He felt his tummy and immediately discovered something there - and it turned out to be Madeline's toy puppy.

'He'd sneaked into her bedroom and swiped it from the dolls' house.'

Vet Mark Allington said: 'We took an X-ray of Alfie and it was fairly obvious what he had swallowed and it was removed after a couple of hours' surgery.'

Joanne said: 'Alfie is back to normal again now - running around like a lunatic.'

Why would you eat something that doesn't have flavor? Plastic taste like plastic, a rotten bird carcass can taste like Fillet Mignon if you really put your mind to it.

My Aunt Lillian once had a Dalmatian that ate everything in sight too. She would make daily trips to the vet to only be shown an x-ray of her dog with a rubber glove or a water spray nozzle in his tummy. She thinks she spent five thousand one year on surgery for the vet to remove these objects. Needless to say he was given away.

Then there is Q-Ball. Q-Ball didn't eat dead birds or inanimate objects but she did eat her poop from time to time. And boy did she know she was not supposed to eat it. My mom could always tell when she ate her poop because she would have the naughtiest look on her face. My mom would scream, "Let me smell your breath!" and Q-Ball would crawl to her with her tail between her legs as she knew it was so wrong yet I guess for Q-Ball it tasted so right.

Eventually Q-Ball did this less and less as it disgusted even me. My mom tried all remedies and all suggestions but in the end Q-Ball realized that it wasn't worth the spiral of shame mom would put her through after one of her incidences.

What can I say? That's life with a dog!

Chow for now!

Happy Mother's Day!!

The PPP would like to wish every yummy mummy a Happy Mother's Day today and to especially wish my mummy a happy mother's day as she is my raison d'etre!

I have decided to honor her with by writing a list of ten things you may not know about my mom but I do and I think this is what makes her special. And there are:

1. She is an "empath" which means she is a person who has an acute or highly developed sense of empathy. When something is happening to someone else whether in real life or in a movie it is also happening to her. She has a hard time watching sad movies or witnessing embarrassing moments as she feels there are happening to her.

2. She hates when men tell her what to do or try to boss her around (even a certin little cute male Maltese). She is quite sure this is why she isn't married or is attracted to men with commitment issues.

3. Her favorite secret recipe is a sandwich she use to make for herself when she was a little girl. Two slices of Wonderbread (not toasted), lots of Hellmann's mayonnaise and Funnyuns Onion rings smashed into bits and spread on top of the mayonnaise (I didn't say this was going to be a pretty list now did I?). I can't kiss her for a day after she eats one of these, lucky she only eats them once a year.

4. Her favorite TV shows are "Mistresses" and "Coupling" all from the BBC. She is trying hard to break her addiction to "The Real Housewives" franchise but it has not been working as these mystical creatures keep bringing her back to the telly.

5. She has no rhythm! She is one of the few Latin people without one. This made growing up in an Hispanic family that loves to dance especially hard. Years of ballet, tap, jazz and modern dance classes did not help one bit. She now fakes in on the dance floor by letting the man lead (which brings us back to #2 as she resents the man telling her what to do).

6. She is terribly shy still even today. She is much better than when she was a child as she was "painfully" shy then but even now she is still shy. But she is improving.

7. Her biggest thrill is diving with sharks. Nothing makes her feel more alive than diving with sharks swimming around her. Her dream is to dive with the ever elusive whale shark which she still hasn't found in her over 100 scuba dives yet.

8. She is at her happiest walking on the beach or swimming in the ocean with her friends, family and me around her.

9. She won a contest in a bowling alley in Barcelona for the person who can eat the most jalapeno peppers. She is quite sure till this day that her stomach has suffered permanent damage from that contest. The prize was....a free Corona!!

10. And most important about my mom is that she is a wonderful mom and she would even make a great mom to a human child because she can sense what makes a child happy or sad. She thinks she knows how to create a good human being now with all her life experience and I know she can because I am a dog who can write a blog and has an amazing wardrobe which is quite an achievement in the canine world.

Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and my MiMa! I love you!

Chow for now!

A Very Good Day...

for Canadian baby seals not me. Here's what the Humane Society has to report on this matter:

Today is a day to celebrate. The European Union has slammed shut the door on trade in the products of the commercial seal slaughter by voting against it.

The Canadian government used every trick in the book to try to derail the ban: massive lobbying, misinformation, and even threats of trade reprisals. But the EU stood its ground and honored its citizens’ opposition to this trade in cruelty. By doing so, the EU has saved millions of seals from a horrible fate.

Every year, the ProtectSeals team has endured hazardous conditions to document the seal hunt. We are committed to showing the world that the Canadian government is lying when it claims that the hunt is humane.

What Does It Mean?

This is the beginning of the end for the Canadian seal hunt. The Canadian government estimates that losing this primary market will cost Canada’s sealing industry $6.6 million (CAD) each year. The hunt brought in less than $7 million last year. It's not hard to do the math.

Just the promise of an EU ban was enough to drive the prices for seal fur down to $15 (CAD) per skin -- a decline of 86 percent since 2006. As a result, many sealers stayed home. Out of this year's quota of 280,000 harp seals, fewer than 60,000 have been killed so far.

Now that the EU has banned its trade in seal products, countless more seals will live their lives in peace from this year forward.

The PPP is so happy that this cruel act is on its way out. It brings back all the faith I had in humanity. Humans can be quite wonderful.

Others dogs on the other hand can not be quite so wonderful. My mommy tells me that Judge just wants to play with me but he is always trying to hump me and be the new alpha dog in the house and I just will not relinquish that title!

Our apartment looks like the a scene from "The War of the Roses" were the gate has separated the apartment in two. I get the living room and mom's room and Judge gets the kitchen and his mom's room. The bathroom is neutral space like Switzerland.

Not much to tell since we have not been together much except for some walks. This weather has not been helping since it is keeping everyone inside and giving us all cabin fever.

Let's see what tomorrow brings...Chow for now!

Day Two. Drawing the Battle Lines

I made it to day two.

It's day two of my war for Alpha Dog for 208 East 82nd Street apartment 12.

Last night at 5:15am Judge broke free from his room and barged in our bedroom. I started barking of course waking up my mom. She was not too happy. After rubbing my tummy to go back to sleep I woke up to face the day and Judge.

Jen decided to take us for a walk together so we can start bonding. I was just happy to get out of the apartment so Jen felt it was a success.

Later in the day Judge and I managed to be in the living room without barking and trying to kill each other. My mother was very encouraged as I peacefully stayed on top of the couch and Judge stayed underneath it. However she was not happy that Judge leaves pools of drool all around the house. She can no longer walk barefoot in the house without stepping into drool. Also Judge missed the wee-wee pad when he goes so she is disinfecting the kitchen now with bleach.

Judge also eats all my food and mom isn't giving me too much sympathy as she feels I should eat my food right away instead of letting it stay out. I think I am going to get skinnier in the next few months. Also Judge's food smells the house up like cheap meat so mom is upset as she feels she cannot have someone over to the house (not that we did much entertaining to begin with).

However I don't like it when Judge comes near my mom and I can't help but go on the attack when he goes near her. If Jen isn't in the room and Judge comes near my mom we seem to get into vicious fights. My mom is worried that something is going to happen to me and she doesn't want to take that chance. It seems it is going to take a lot longer for us to get along than she thought.

On our second walk Judge tried to hump me so I freaked out. I would certainly lose top dog status if I let a dog with balls hump me so I came back a little shaken. I am starting to feel like a little white man in prison with big muscular guys. I am certainly not going to let someone toss my salad in my very own home!

Well, it is almost midnight and as you can see by the picture I am exhausted getting use to my new life. My mom can't believe our lives have come to this and poor Jen is not feeling well as she has a hernia and is getting a divorce. She was married with a house in Boca Raton with a pool a few years ago and now she is in a tiny apartment in a tiny room. Hopefully both she and my mom break free of this apartment into a bigger, nicer dwellings.

I'm going into doggy coma land. Hopefully Judge stays in his room tonight.

Chow for now!

Judge Me Not!

Meet Judge!


My mother has been warning me that my life was going to change soon and that my world was going to be rocked. She was right. Today my mom's roommate Jen's dog moved in with us. Enter the era of "Judge".

When my mom warned me that things were going to change I thought she meant more people moving in, us moving or longer walks. I did not expect another dog to move in. And if another dog did move in I thought it would be a little bit more like me, small, fluffy and dandy-like.

Well Judge is a French Bulldog (I call him Froggie behind his back) and let's just say our first meeting was not the most peaceful of meetings. I freaked out and repeatedly tried to attack Judge (hey, I was defending myself as he also went for me too). Then we kind of had a barking contest which I am sure our neighbors appreciated hearing on their Sunday evening.

My barking is a normal small-dog-trying-to-be-big-dog bark however Judge sounds like an alien attacking planet earth. I never heard anything like it and my mom can concur on this matter.

Already he is shedding like most dogs as he has short fur and he tends to slobber a bit. You can't walk barefoot anymore in our home.


As the evening went on we got quieter and tried not to attack each other as our mom's were starting to think that our behavior was going to get us kicked out of the apartment.

Tomorrow Jen is going to take Judge and I on a long walk as she thinks that this would be a way for Judge and I to learn to just get along. Perhaps it would have been best if we were introduced in a park setting but it was raining all day and it will rain all week.


One thing that concerns me is that ever since Q-Ball's death I have had top dog, alpha dog position at my home. Now I think I am in danger of losing my throne as not only is Judge bigger than me and managed to lift my mom's 10 lb barbell with his teeth, he seems to have his cojones (which my mom has snipped from me at the tender age of 6 months on the advice of my vet as it is the politically correct thing to do). I almost didn't know what they were as I really have not seen a pair ever close up. All my friends have been fixed so this is like witnessing an urban myth come true. I hope Judge doesn't think because he has balls that he is the alpha dog here. I will not relinquish that titled so easily.

So I am guessing the PPP will be reporting the melding of Powder Puff and Judge in the next few days. This is one of the few days I wish my mom had not named me Powder Puff but something a little bit more macho like, "Midas" or "Hercules". Maybe I will get her to call me Power Puff at least for the next few days.

Oh well, wish me luck. I think I am going to need it. Chow for now!

Somewhere Over the Rainbow...

I have been sitting on this story for the past few days but other stories kept on scooping it up however today Oprah did a little feature on it so I decided to make this a post about good news regarding animals so "here now the news!"

On April 28th The Utleys, of Rochester, had set up an outdoor display Saturday at a flea market in Waterford Township, 25 miles northwest of Detroit. Tinker Bell their long haired chihuahua was standing on their platform trailer when she was swept away by a 70 mph gust of wind. Dorothy (ha, just like the Wizard of Oz) and her husband Lavern went crazy trying to catch her but Tinker Bell flew away like a fairy.

The Utleys were of course devastated as Tinker Bell was their little baby. They looked for her nearby and when they couldn't find her dozens of strangers volunteered their time to look for Tinker Bell.

It was two days later when Dorothy and Lavern Utley credit a pet psychic for guiding them on Monday to a wooded area nearly a mile from where 8-month-old Tinker Bell had been last seen. The brown long-haired dog was dirty and hungry but otherwise OK. Tinker Bell answered her owner's call and went wild upon seeing them.

The PPP loves a happy ending they could relate to as I am only 8 lbs myself!


Our second animal story involves a story we have been closely following which is the slaughter of seals in Canada. The commercial seal hunt season is coming to a close. Thanks to all who tool action and sent their message loud and clear. Here are the some of the victories regarding the matter:

-The HSUS Canadian seafood boycott continues to gain ground -- more than 5,000 businesses and more than 600,000 individuals have pledged not to buy Canadian seafood until the seal hunt ends for good. The fishing industry is losing money, and prices for seal skins have crashed to $15 (CAD) -- an 86 percent drop from 2006. Most fishermen aren't bothering to leave home to join the hunt, and tens of thousands of seals have been spared.


-For the first time, Canadians have proposed legislation to support an end to the hunt, and we've found a true champion for seals in the government. Senator Mac Harb introduced the historic bill in the Canadian senate last month after returning from his visit to the ice floes.


-The HSUS community dug deep to help seals and met The Giant Steps Foundation's matching gift challenge to raise $500,000 in just a few weeks. That means a total of $1 million dollars will immediately go toward stopping the hunt before it starts next spring.


-Russia made headlines worldwide when it announced that it would ban the killing of seals less than a year old this year, effectively ending one of the biggest kills of harp seals in the world. Yuriy Trutnev, Russia's Minister of Natural Resources and Ecology, called the seal slaughter "bloody," and remarked that the killing of defenseless animals can't be deemed a "hunt."

So hopefully by next year as the European Union votes on this matter to end the slaughter we will see the end of this massacre for good. And it was all do to you who helped us animals who have no voice for ourselves!

Chow for now!