tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42201375727896169982024-02-22T09:15:18.516-05:00The Powder Puffington PostPublisher: Powder Puff///
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Contributing Editor: Natalie RiveraThe Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-37246781003924758682011-06-15T21:48:00.007-04:002011-06-15T23:27:32.708-04:00R.I.P. Puny: 2009-2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wmKd6WEQpxyrGrPm86IkoAb3j6bVqM2uARP05Rg1fIgWVIAvm5IctjGBTgQQArevNpbSYKA1UBuMx02eRJ_yQCeRluvPv-6dobUx19Bezut9oTY2lip9X4Ei-MJjHinxOV9PeWsSzyk/s1600/puny+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wmKd6WEQpxyrGrPm86IkoAb3j6bVqM2uARP05Rg1fIgWVIAvm5IctjGBTgQQArevNpbSYKA1UBuMx02eRJ_yQCeRluvPv-6dobUx19Bezut9oTY2lip9X4Ei-MJjHinxOV9PeWsSzyk/s320/puny+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618651284397675298" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes it has been over a year since I have written for "<span style="font-style:italic;">The Powder Puffington Post</span>". Let's just say I was on an extended sabbatical which takes seven times longer than human sabbaticals. However today I felt I had to post again for the obituary of my dear departed farm friend Puny (aka Rupert) the hen. <br /><br />It is highly suspected Puny fell ill to fowl play and was carried off by a hawk whilst she strutted her stuff in the backyard paradise that was her home on James Island, Charleston, SC. Her human caretakers Aunt Sandy and Uncle Frank are very distraught as Puny was part of the family on their own little real life Farmville. <br /><br />Aunt Sandy is very sad as she recalled to my mom today how cute and tiny Puny was when she first adopted her. Although her name was Rupert, she was so tiny compared to her two chick sisters that she was nicknamed Puny and the name stuck.<br /><br />Although Puny was taken from this world much too quickly she did live a very fortunate life here on earth (especially for a hen). Handpicked as a small chick she lived in Aunt Sandy's backyard (the farm) with her two sisters-hens free of any Roosters trying to boss them around and wake them up too early. I personally liked to call the gals, "The Triplets of Henville" (yes my little take off from "The Triplets of Belleville). <br /><br />I recall the first time I met the triplets. As I jumped out of the car I encountered what I thought were very strange feathery dogs as the hens were about my size. My basic wolf like instinct was to charge them and that I did. They scatted around the yard while my mother chase me out of fear I would eat one of Aunt Sandy's pets. That was my first encounter with Puny. However by the end of the day the triplets were chasing ME around the yard as they were all three tough birds. I quickly learned the pecking order at the farm and I was near the end of the line. Yet it was a delightful holiday for me and my mom.<br /><br />A life of grazing, eating healthy food, laying yummy eggs (according to my mom), sunning on the porch, gossiping with her sisters, playing with Sparky and Tweety (let's not forget the two fish) and being loved by Aunt Sandy and Uncle Frank. Yes, Puny lived a charmed life. She will be remembered for the spunky, petite beauty that she was and life at Farmville will never be the same without her. "The Twins of Henville" just doesn't have the same ring to it.<br /><br />Puny, my next Cesar's chicken flavor canister will be eaten in your honor. R.I.P.<br /><br />Chow for now!<br />Powder PuffThe Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-57166199735763180262010-02-25T16:47:00.003-05:002010-02-25T16:59:33.236-05:00Happy Birthday Mumsy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4GjZEsM_IKGGhZJ4n9ALb-A8K0tB_sB6UTZ1khqo0owIlVrGTRTT-wXikyOaQcRBFI7aAM0y2VmnS2AmFf9d-KA5ZjaFYb-MFfbJDas5oGX3eCJC6Lk6bunOLp4325IJwX4mHm_Ij8I/s1600-h/natalie_4189_sm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4GjZEsM_IKGGhZJ4n9ALb-A8K0tB_sB6UTZ1khqo0owIlVrGTRTT-wXikyOaQcRBFI7aAM0y2VmnS2AmFf9d-KA5ZjaFYb-MFfbJDas5oGX3eCJC6Lk6bunOLp4325IJwX4mHm_Ij8I/s320/natalie_4189_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442303902259430322" /></a><br />I've been a lazy journalist lately passing on some celebrity animal stories i.e. Cesar Millan's dog Daddy passing away or Jesse James pit bull Cinnabun found after missing for three weeks but today there is one story I can't pass by and that is my mom's birthday! Hey, I know where my bread is buttered. <br /><br />Mom is going on a date tonight for dinner and she is wondering how she is going to get there since there is a snow storm going on now, but since it's a free dinner she'll find a way! Tomorrow her friend Rebecca is hosting a birthday party for her in Nolita and I get to go! I am very excited!! I am going to see many people I haven't seen in quite awhile. What to wear? What to wear?<br /><br />So mom! We have gone through a lot together and even though I seem very apathetic lately in my attitude (due to those short winter walks) I do love you and you know in the end I always end up walking to you and pawing you to pick me up, I am your momma's boy.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Mom!<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-824162338260323382010-02-10T22:52:00.004-05:002010-02-10T23:24:53.577-05:00President Chinchilla of Costa Rica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_VRR5yQimPjZ8idlOdaD7OvPu7ftwWMcBWa5iE8QV4_cUYpOy6VJ7b-uhv2g6oTPmlBV5l9a3MofBQtiv6Kh5_FbKe7H0rx9rb0gEhsdwmGCYpYge8jnz03CRxiD09f7iahkoQ6CsF0/s1600-h/hotslutlaura2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_VRR5yQimPjZ8idlOdaD7OvPu7ftwWMcBWa5iE8QV4_cUYpOy6VJ7b-uhv2g6oTPmlBV5l9a3MofBQtiv6Kh5_FbKe7H0rx9rb0gEhsdwmGCYpYge8jnz03CRxiD09f7iahkoQ6CsF0/s320/hotslutlaura2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836552209176242" /></a><br />I knew Costa Rica was a magical land. Tropical weather, beautiful beaches, magnificent volcanoes, a high literacy rate, eco-friendliness, good surfing and to top it off a nation that is so peaceful it doesn't have an army. However little did I know that Costa Rica was so evolved that it would elect an animal for President. A FEMALE animal at that!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiC12J1PKQWLxbwzpBmBEjcqzcQXotVQTOksKBFBVvDhlAotnXHWEXG4XI_Zh6VPskJo2P18rdG2Han5vqhlvF3Z4A0l3BFOpRmPHCpdVwwFRIhBmDxJHSqm1MYkNvC6bvvb5cq6QJKrM/s1600-h/hotslutlaura3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiC12J1PKQWLxbwzpBmBEjcqzcQXotVQTOksKBFBVvDhlAotnXHWEXG4XI_Zh6VPskJo2P18rdG2Han5vqhlvF3Z4A0l3BFOpRmPHCpdVwwFRIhBmDxJHSqm1MYkNvC6bvvb5cq6QJKrM/s320/hotslutlaura3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836556491760914" /></a><br /><br />Costa Rica elected it's first woman chinchilla President. Her name is Laura Chinchilla and she won by a landslide. Yes, where in American it is still considered a far reach to have a female as President (the rest of the world doesn't seem to have a problem with that concept), in Costa Rica they have pushed the envelope even further to have a female animal for President. I told my mother that we should move there as the possibilities for me to serve in the government are just endless!<br /><br />There is much celebration going on in Costa Rica now as you can tell from the images on this post.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2HZ8EgM6kEW-7kupwrOrcPa-pqk02w_fp03uhFfWqKleSsuTcVtf2Ymif4huS-U6zCkAei3RAkXdx4XmsuHzIJohPBtkBU_lr5iP1_scAJVuZu6IRWojYPDrhwuFc0shJv6wm2arUjA/s1600-h/hotslutlaura4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2HZ8EgM6kEW-7kupwrOrcPa-pqk02w_fp03uhFfWqKleSsuTcVtf2Ymif4huS-U6zCkAei3RAkXdx4XmsuHzIJohPBtkBU_lr5iP1_scAJVuZu6IRWojYPDrhwuFc0shJv6wm2arUjA/s320/hotslutlaura4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836557064300002" /></a><br /><br />Okay, I now that Laura Chinchilla is a human who just happens to have the last name of Chinchilla. I am allowed to dream, aren't I? Well, I still think it's quite evolved to have Central and Latin American countries with females for Presidents when as I mentioned above, it is not a welcomed thought in America. I still like the thought of moving there and learning to surf.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfjP2vTOblcTfROgG5bvrspu-fEXTR-dFOL7jDTamQ53h67J8gXMHOqY5HlvJ2CevSNWCoZeX8AdFzr5kFcOBTeQquP4D29_Aa3nudAwuYhy0lErbQyJWavsWugbaCTHlyJABxGVzIls/s1600-h/hotslutlaura1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfjP2vTOblcTfROgG5bvrspu-fEXTR-dFOL7jDTamQ53h67J8gXMHOqY5HlvJ2CevSNWCoZeX8AdFzr5kFcOBTeQquP4D29_Aa3nudAwuYhy0lErbQyJWavsWugbaCTHlyJABxGVzIls/s320/hotslutlaura1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836544807074306" /></a><br />Presidente Laura Chinchilla<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-75439618247369418702010-02-01T01:18:00.002-05:002010-02-01T01:49:49.969-05:00Lucky Dogs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMacTcei7B8NgBILn3C5ak66of7QR_ziw7axzzsnuBMTYa3frHKVVdWVS1yAqb6-e8kgylgFzn7dyecrqMgDn44XgupyyXD4im1VkKUyL6KJtDk-N2KGa2v5aadUrpTHLLRPkQa9uBMlE/s1600-h/001563213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMacTcei7B8NgBILn3C5ak66of7QR_ziw7axzzsnuBMTYa3frHKVVdWVS1yAqb6-e8kgylgFzn7dyecrqMgDn44XgupyyXD4im1VkKUyL6KJtDk-N2KGa2v5aadUrpTHLLRPkQa9uBMlE/s320/001563213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433163627524317858" /></a><br />This past Friday Oprah turned 56 years and old and gave herself the best possible present one human can give one's self. No, not self love, me thinks Oprah has learned how to do that already (no sarcasm really!!). Oprah gave herself two new puppies! She is now the proud mommy of two 14 week old Springer Spaniels, Lauren and Sonny.<br /><br />Lauren and Sonny are actually rescue dogs that would have been put to sleep if they were not taken in by Paws Rescue Center in Chicago. Oprah had asked the owner of the shelter to look out for Springer Spaniels for her as she was ready to move on and become a doggie mommy again after the lost of two of her dogs, one to the illness of Parvo and the other who choked on a toy. A few days before her birthday Oprah received a call letting her know that two Springer Spaniels had been found for her and as fate would have it one of them was named the name she had already selected for her next dog, "Lauren". Yes, that was certainly meant to be.<br /><br />Lauren and Sonny, you two are very lucky dogs!! You have Oprah for a mommy so you will never go without anything which includes lots of love and attention (and not having to share her attention with bratty children). Only Valentino treats his dogs better so you have incredible doggie karma.<br /><br />Am I envious? Yes, I would be flat out lying if I denied it. However I have a great mommy who loves me and let's me take lots of naps throughout the day not to mention the tons of love and kisses I get all the time. A private plane, a mansion in Montecino and penthouse in Chicago wouldn't be too bad, but I have accepted my lot in life...hopefully it will get a little better??<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-4344491914209401922010-01-29T22:14:00.005-05:002010-01-30T00:03:40.581-05:00Popcicle Pups Found at JFK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSwaC-Qv0oPtRnY_wAWn0sdXhIVJN3tryc2MjwjZ1njZ4b_YejSuDWj7S4H7hl3CagzY6kO8rhVrIeolp0zvfiGnwnfNnr2giuQebsPbk9r1PZM7qKsFfJ8Qy1mazBZURSPfPBt7ChJI/s1600-h/alg_cargo_puppy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSwaC-Qv0oPtRnY_wAWn0sdXhIVJN3tryc2MjwjZ1njZ4b_YejSuDWj7S4H7hl3CagzY6kO8rhVrIeolp0zvfiGnwnfNnr2giuQebsPbk9r1PZM7qKsFfJ8Qy1mazBZURSPfPBt7ChJI/s320/alg_cargo_puppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432393550445431746" /></a><br />Well, again I have been neglecting my Powder Puffington Post duties but my mom made me watch "Julie/Julia" tonight so again I am inspired by the art of blogging and by the many stories out there concerning animals. We have one bittersweet story today about a puppy and how he was saved from nearly freezing to death from a flight he was on from Mexico City to JFK.<br /><br />The puppy was found nearly frozen to death in the cargo of the jet aircraft that he flew in. The customs officer who luckily also happens to be studying to be a vet found the pup and performed mouth to mouth resuscitation on the pup and saved his life. What a hero!! After wrapping the pup in a heating pads and blankets he came back to life. The pup was only six weeks old, unfortunately his little brother did not share the same fate as he was found frozen to death in the same kennel hence the bittersweet aspect of this story. RIP little bro!<br /><br />Usually the airlines do not fly animals in the cargo bay at extreme hot and cold temperatures so this case is especially sad as they should have not been allowed to fly in the cargo bay in the first place. As you can see from the image, the pup is especially small and fragile.<br /><br />I have flown many times but never in the cargo bay and I know my mother would never let me fly in the cargo bay as I would not be able to handle the cold (remember I have hair not fur). One day hopefully Pet Airways will be an international airline and pets could fly in safety and comfort as they deserve to.<br /><br />Good to be back writing inspirational, informative stories for the canine world again!<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-87199203527091715622010-01-08T02:17:00.003-05:002010-01-08T03:00:34.692-05:00Only in Hollywood...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8cqr49hamn6w4RVQXH2uLSy9eJFPpo8vV9l0Jhw3H7-1ZMEKj_jYMBqnYQbdczLgEtzvuamXYzgzG0o5_nkDjKgDkeYdHydjtNf1aH1qvj8eJ4OiWGSrkB2MOIym_BDHshXACx2CcyE/s1600-h/amd_johnson_malibu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8cqr49hamn6w4RVQXH2uLSy9eJFPpo8vV9l0Jhw3H7-1ZMEKj_jYMBqnYQbdczLgEtzvuamXYzgzG0o5_nkDjKgDkeYdHydjtNf1aH1qvj8eJ4OiWGSrkB2MOIym_BDHshXACx2CcyE/s320/amd_johnson_malibu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424274762261453106" /></a><br />Dead Heiress Casey Johnson<br /><br />A few days ago Casey Johnson, one of the heirs to the Johnson and Johnson fortune was found dead in her home in Beverly Hills. It's been speculated that she overdosed as she was just thirty years old. As sad as her story is what is most sad for me is that her dogs were taken from her "fiance" by Nicky Hilton (Casey's childhood friend) under the guise that the dogs were to be returned to Casey's family.<br /><br />However Casey's "Wifey" Tila Tequila (don't ask) said that she was told that Casey's dogs will be put to sleep so they can be buried with her. What??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs45INh0k97Np2RSUvWHJrj-IywQKNN1Jp0fXMm8kf-jOnv3wfQ5dGK5aEhsyG8zM5S-WVn2rYaOYbx5TJaBARthnU5HJYMzlR8k4NQeXCkeVhHFfog4VzctQzHO47cYsRhy4K_-Lvrw/s1600-h/alg_studio-city_tila-tequila.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs45INh0k97Np2RSUvWHJrj-IywQKNN1Jp0fXMm8kf-jOnv3wfQ5dGK5aEhsyG8zM5S-WVn2rYaOYbx5TJaBARthnU5HJYMzlR8k4NQeXCkeVhHFfog4VzctQzHO47cYsRhy4K_-Lvrw/s320/alg_studio-city_tila-tequila.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424274754556245474" /></a><br />"Wifey" Tila Tequila<br /><br />Tila stated, "They don't care about the dogs. They are putting them to sleep to bury with Casey," Tequila exclaimed - an allegation flatly denied by a family spokesman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelY84t-5BfFS-A5f8KJdsXLeJDQhYmX1tQF18FSS7-nVBOszVvdpP63NOYqA6rMSzK8JN7XJhdzzmjOhojyPGGSxz-TMVgsWd_23tlt4mV_irUTZy2Uo8x5dR5mc58_5Fzrwrh8NwojU/s1600-h/amd_bijou-phillips_nikki-hilton.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelY84t-5BfFS-A5f8KJdsXLeJDQhYmX1tQF18FSS7-nVBOszVvdpP63NOYqA6rMSzK8JN7XJhdzzmjOhojyPGGSxz-TMVgsWd_23tlt4mV_irUTZy2Uo8x5dR5mc58_5Fzrwrh8NwojU/s320/amd_bijou-phillips_nikki-hilton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424274758714628626" /></a><br />The Orphans<br /><br />One of the pooches, an 18-year-old toy poodle named Zoe, "is very old and sick and has a lot of issues," said Jesse Derris, a spokesman for Casey Johnson's heartbroken dad, Jets owner Woody Johnson.<br /><br />"The family plans to seek veterinary help for those issues," he said, but is not planning to put the dog down.<br /><br />Besides Zoe and a second dog, a Yorkie, Casey Johnson's friends also took a rack of her clothes, including several fur coats, along with packages of insulin she took for her diabetes.<br /><br />Asked if there was any plan to bury the dogs with Johnson, Phillips replied, "No." Then she loaded a red suitcase filled with her friend's gear into a black Range Rover.<br /><br />All I can say as a dog is, this is not Indian years ago when the wife was thrown on a fire pier with her husband when he pasted away. Those days are long past and we dogs deserve to live out lives to our natural end. It's bad enough tens of thousands of pets in America are put to bed because there is no one to adopt them but when you have a billionaire family to back you up with enough money to take care of you that is sad and pathetic.<br /><br />I hope to hear in the future months that Casey Johnson's dogs are living and doing well. She has an adopted daughter Ava and you don't see the family sending her back to the orphanage. I would hate to see this become a trend as my mom knows better. She has about five friends and families that are more than willing to take care of me should anything happen to her. Which is a good thing considering my mom wants to be cremated.<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-20118608058236976022010-01-07T01:14:00.003-05:002010-01-07T01:35:47.920-05:00Our 200th Post!! Dedicated to Virgin Airlines!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgmGBkblcXvThlZCjatfS9RSsaD4LlCmcV49Z3-MgGKgSFPROKUrS-Z-5P3Q4k6mqzFIuAaJw6LxPaVvYxuqFEhFICBPzL_DUrQp-9ZpI65AhQL4foqI3X1sfcs37wD8Z8jrCIlXjO4w/s1600-h/228237602_fb70b6bd94.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgmGBkblcXvThlZCjatfS9RSsaD4LlCmcV49Z3-MgGKgSFPROKUrS-Z-5P3Q4k6mqzFIuAaJw6LxPaVvYxuqFEhFICBPzL_DUrQp-9ZpI65AhQL4foqI3X1sfcs37wD8Z8jrCIlXjO4w/s320/228237602_fb70b6bd94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423882878792174546" /></a><br />Wow! Needless to say I should have reached this milestone a few months ago but I will still give my self a paw on the back for doing 200 meaningful, hard hitting posts worthy of a Pulitzer Prize.<br /><br />For my 200th post I am going to post an amazing story about how Virgin Airlines (we love Virgin Airlines!!) is helping San Francisco animal shelters deliver a group of Chihuahuas in "Operation Chihuahua" to animal shelters in NYC who have a demand for Chihuahuas on the East Coast. Apparently there are too many Chihuahuas on the West Coast (thank you Paris Hilton and a large Chicano population) so instead of putting them to sleep someone came up with the brilliant idea of transporting them to NYC.<br /><br />Here is an excerpt from Virgin's press release:<br /><br /> "Virgin America is assisting the City of San Francisco Animal Care and Control by flying Chihuahua pups from San Francisco to New York so they can be adopted into loving homes to ring in the New Year. The massive overpopulation of Chihuahuas in California is forcing animal shelters on the West Coast to look to shelters on the East Coast for help – where there is demand for the dogs. The San Francisco Animal Care & Control asked Virgin America to spare a seat during the busy holiday travel season to help fly these needy pups. Several Virgin America teammates have volunteered to escort the pups on the flights to the East Coast – and will track their journey with real-time updates via the airline’s fleetwide WiFi service.<br /><br /> Virgin America will be sending the dogs off in high-style, with a red carpet send-off at the gate, complete with doggie treats and plenty of toys to play with until departure. The Chihuahuas will be received at JFK by the ASPCA (American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) – who will place the little dogs in loving adoptive homes."<br /><br />There has been many fund raisers on the West Coast lately to raise money to send the surplus of 10,000 Chihuahuas to other parts of the nation for adoption. So if you know if anyone who is interested in adopting a Chihuahua just have them contact the ASCPA in Los Angeles or San Francisco. I had a Chihuahua once and he was so cute. His name was Snoopy (yes, very original) and he was a great pet (until the day I walked into my room and caught him humping my stuff animals which I had to immediately discard of). That's why it's important to do the "snip, snip".<br /><br />Well I love that Virgin Airlines is such an out of the box airline. My mommy always loves taking Virgin so now she will make an extra special effort to use Virgin in the future.<br /><br />Well, Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-27042105325655619202010-01-02T01:29:00.003-05:002010-01-02T01:50:54.622-05:00Happy New Year's Day! A Day Late...Well I was hoping to get this to you on time but my mommy was out all day having brunch with her friends and she wound up staying very late because she was eating Francesca's snacks and playing Tombola (Italian Bingo). She won ten dollars so I know she will buy me extra bones this week.<br /><br />Anyhow I hope you had a great New Year's Eve and Day. I was home alone, reflecting on the last year and what I want to accomplish in the next. My mom went to Jivamukti Yoga and did a three hour silent meditation leading into a half an hour chanting service into the New Year which was a new way for her to spend the new year as she woke up without demanding any Advil, bagels and Coca Cola.<br /><br />So for this new year I am going to give you some animal fluff; celebrities and their dogs! Plus we honor Jessica Simpson's dog Daisy who was killed this past year by a coyote. This was the flyer posted around her neighborhood. Daisy we miss you and we know you and Q-Ball are having fun playing together in Doggie Heaven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLXkwyX0CHIWR7yFrn3_2012DWaGo4HdXERHa624qQnV3tDGpR7pdrTCjC23C-x6FrjRyqlCHYHmBXZCL-1HaSUMeWpoElFSqPaAfpr_-yCYBTqN-dkFuVTwcB7L4gDrYAz4z2kuATeI/s1600-h/JESSICA-SIMPSON-091609-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLXkwyX0CHIWR7yFrn3_2012DWaGo4HdXERHa624qQnV3tDGpR7pdrTCjC23C-x6FrjRyqlCHYHmBXZCL-1HaSUMeWpoElFSqPaAfpr_-yCYBTqN-dkFuVTwcB7L4gDrYAz4z2kuATeI/s400/JESSICA-SIMPSON-091609-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029086428525682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PyKKTImGtjQNDIHaXNzdEoFhQbQcWTTTGUNQJ3ZXPJLi0mJ9aQAnwSxgmI-qqmnAT0HvOc-i3QAalbgiPLMR10os0jgIV3Kr6q6onbrpaoRyqvQI45H_5FGn5JSpsdDq39P1mp-akrk/s1600-h/ORLANDO-BLOOM-DOG-122209-MP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PyKKTImGtjQNDIHaXNzdEoFhQbQcWTTTGUNQJ3ZXPJLi0mJ9aQAnwSxgmI-qqmnAT0HvOc-i3QAalbgiPLMR10os0jgIV3Kr6q6onbrpaoRyqvQI45H_5FGn5JSpsdDq39P1mp-akrk/s400/ORLANDO-BLOOM-DOG-122209-MP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029079546232098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTerbWmNAkYOab1gzNd54TFsaNpCp2hy6ruL7OPiMlJvQ6FmdVG9_PGP6ya11cA7LZmoN504oxlYBv6hcyXWT0WT2va5_72Ywb-se8Nmrp8RGPpyFPZFUtCm28dHZjvhDD1g2xqTRKFA/s1600-h/MICKEY-ROURKE-100809-001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTerbWmNAkYOab1gzNd54TFsaNpCp2hy6ruL7OPiMlJvQ6FmdVG9_PGP6ya11cA7LZmoN504oxlYBv6hcyXWT0WT2va5_72Ywb-se8Nmrp8RGPpyFPZFUtCm28dHZjvhDD1g2xqTRKFA/s400/MICKEY-ROURKE-100809-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029080027182642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2P_bN9HMMdCwaESnXJNnPVRE0mYefm4xxEuAe5tuoh_s41yBonb2krz6bv6T0EWvrXeCAwN5KCrqk9iNL8iG_s2CZJQa221VTRCwowEFySMrUkAoXKMQogJsfvMHDN-oQtMgVOi5tr8/s1600-h/MICHAEL-KEATON-103009-PG-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2P_bN9HMMdCwaESnXJNnPVRE0mYefm4xxEuAe5tuoh_s41yBonb2krz6bv6T0EWvrXeCAwN5KCrqk9iNL8iG_s2CZJQa221VTRCwowEFySMrUkAoXKMQogJsfvMHDN-oQtMgVOi5tr8/s400/MICHAEL-KEATON-103009-PG-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029073914503330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmont-8-1IApcNDG3YbsMCh55n2N6Ehk4RI6uGbv39jgrerpKd-0UsBHmc_0luFhzau1bbRSr3V6Uy_jA5Tizk_EXfVz1sy9LO16JS6TbM6eJviOhiFm-AKMIy68_QvOQZMhykV8TPMdU/s1600-h/JULIA-ROBERTS-011309-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmont-8-1IApcNDG3YbsMCh55n2N6Ehk4RI6uGbv39jgrerpKd-0UsBHmc_0luFhzau1bbRSr3V6Uy_jA5Tizk_EXfVz1sy9LO16JS6TbM6eJviOhiFm-AKMIy68_QvOQZMhykV8TPMdU/s400/JULIA-ROBERTS-011309-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029070032431986" /></a><br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-30532858448163891002009-12-31T19:38:00.003-05:002009-12-31T19:49:06.577-05:00Happy New Year! Actually, Happy New Decade!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVowXpMMwKchwxH6f5LDjuW_0uKTO5bsBGw-F7pEp9Fa3PdzrWU3PcRetkknX9waxWNUmjZ9S7-hvokX9yWYp0oa0fvJePRpRPTlEf5vgzjd8oMOS72JcaIeA_0UEw5_UzrrGzVDrvoY/s1600-h/Happy+New+Years.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVowXpMMwKchwxH6f5LDjuW_0uKTO5bsBGw-F7pEp9Fa3PdzrWU3PcRetkknX9waxWNUmjZ9S7-hvokX9yWYp0oa0fvJePRpRPTlEf5vgzjd8oMOS72JcaIeA_0UEw5_UzrrGzVDrvoY/s400/Happy+New+Years.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421566547419677746" /></a><br />We here at the PPP want to wish you and yours a very Happy New Year Year and a very happy new decade. I know in my doggie bones that 2010 is going to be the start of something great! Mom has been thinking about the last ten years and she says it was definitely much more positive than negative. Hey, Q-Ball and I came into her life with this past decade so it must be special.<br /><br />My New Year's resolution is that I will start working on a daily basis on the PPP and use it for animal rights and animal stories. I am going to start using pictures showing my vantage point so you can see the world like I see it.<br /><br />So I hope you continue to log onto the PPP and join me on my journey.<br /><br />My mom is starting her own blog tomorrow and it's based on the remarkable information she has learned over the years from living in NYC, traveling and having such smart, remarkable friends.<br /><br />Have a happy, safe, sober New Year and well...Chow for now!!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-21597609899537262602009-12-25T14:50:00.002-05:002009-12-25T14:54:14.554-05:00Merry Christmas Everyone from the PPP!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgPTyPlt6qeP4LGCgupycNLo9SQHjRXfPhyj4ZMdMZDkuttYw91gjDCAwa8wrWm7-tx3B3qf1sWHIZCGpUkAgeGQa0Pjrm_aSAgka0hXzL1uNS_Bp3S51eYdgP3fgvoXuEGHdj8BMWys/s1600-h/21874_221145063943_832543943_3154043_1058807_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgPTyPlt6qeP4LGCgupycNLo9SQHjRXfPhyj4ZMdMZDkuttYw91gjDCAwa8wrWm7-tx3B3qf1sWHIZCGpUkAgeGQa0Pjrm_aSAgka0hXzL1uNS_Bp3S51eYdgP3fgvoXuEGHdj8BMWys/s400/21874_221145063943_832543943_3154043_1058807_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419264369250921986" /></a><br />Me at Rockefeller Center taking all the holiday season magic in.<br /><br />This is my favorite holiday as I spend the majority of it napping and chewing on a brand new bone! So I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas from the PPP. I hope Santa was good to you this year.<br /><br />Peace on Earth!<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-66988611416972578332009-11-13T23:08:00.004-05:002009-11-14T00:46:14.109-05:00This Would Be My Mom's Fantasy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKstBzaYonhXbxBvsudDmnDPs7-EXzMbcFrBm7tZyndozn72mFXbAKsUZgrtZQvVoSwV5C8lnYBaTxAVHVC7sZ7_Hbza_NUt6CD2P9eGhvDprARjbx5u3RKzH3MkyWUXvNK_FhjqJ_hFY/s1600-h/sexyherohotslut1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKstBzaYonhXbxBvsudDmnDPs7-EXzMbcFrBm7tZyndozn72mFXbAKsUZgrtZQvVoSwV5C8lnYBaTxAVHVC7sZ7_Hbza_NUt6CD2P9eGhvDprARjbx5u3RKzH3MkyWUXvNK_FhjqJ_hFY/s400/sexyherohotslut1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829074260037586" /></a><br />This story sounds more like the ramblings of my mommy's fantasies but it actually happened in Victoria, Australia. <br /><br />Some strong wind came and blew Sue Drummond's dog Bibi off the pier they were walking on and into the water. Sue didn't think she was strong enough to jump in the water and save Bibi but luckily for her a male underwear model saw what happened, stripped and jumped into the water. Bibi's savior was Raden Soemawinata who said, "It was pretty cold and windy, but it wasn't such a hard decision to jump in, it wasn't such a great feat. I'm a part-time model, so getting into my jocks isn't so different to what I do for work."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qnO6tjPcqM1fbqu_Apazk7ggpMJJJQrQflzNtW91MHSuzoSUY45Q9MULbWocEX3Tx2zIELywlnNvEI29708EccFO-8ZQNXCfDBYCXY-fmiDPCLAp66pAw4FzE9qED-DMGiTmAcJVZyI/s1600-h/sexyherohotslut6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qnO6tjPcqM1fbqu_Apazk7ggpMJJJQrQflzNtW91MHSuzoSUY45Q9MULbWocEX3Tx2zIELywlnNvEI29708EccFO-8ZQNXCfDBYCXY-fmiDPCLAp66pAw4FzE9qED-DMGiTmAcJVZyI/s400/sexyherohotslut6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829077678064018" /></a><br /><br />I hope my mother doesn't get any ideas into her head and start walking me close to the edge of the East River during Fashion Week because I am skinny with hair (Maltese's don't have fur) and I would croak from the shock of the cold water. Bibi is a much sturdier breed than me. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8RMOczCW9d2W3d6GI458pHkWZTHHTZGr_LBUxBYQdfhICfRiHk7MS8skODriiVRT_MxkK458k4rMBDc3S6uUKYBEqbAL1tDOtGx2Xho4ZVJWx2JerXt5pXbMBiprABoYNc1xy6g-deM/s1600-h/sexyherohotslut7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8RMOczCW9d2W3d6GI458pHkWZTHHTZGr_LBUxBYQdfhICfRiHk7MS8skODriiVRT_MxkK458k4rMBDc3S6uUKYBEqbAL1tDOtGx2Xho4ZVJWx2JerXt5pXbMBiprABoYNc1xy6g-deM/s400/sexyherohotslut7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829079514868418" /></a><br /><br />To make matters even mushier, Raden was on the pier to spread his grandma's ashes. All that sensitivity, braveness and strong pecs rolled into one. Now I know why my mom's been Googling airfares to Australia. Forget Berlin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-oojt8b7WSvKsYgiiYdmF_RXC0oF2G0jF0Yu4Kjgwg01EhmB5JhKIb0Fs-fOCSjN4U0sUOqsqgPcQQGS8vdfJU6b2jbpdD3IgxOOiH8PX2op9CETEMAnitSCG_7Z0cPWu7FBjNmd_c8/s1600-h/sexyherohotslut8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-oojt8b7WSvKsYgiiYdmF_RXC0oF2G0jF0Yu4Kjgwg01EhmB5JhKIb0Fs-fOCSjN4U0sUOqsqgPcQQGS8vdfJU6b2jbpdD3IgxOOiH8PX2op9CETEMAnitSCG_7Z0cPWu7FBjNmd_c8/s400/sexyherohotslut8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829083616270162" /></a><br /><br />Here are some pics of the rescue. Yes I was kind enough to slip in a picture for the readers of the PPP who enjoy male, wet, clingy underwear shots.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiU7KFXI6cv02ENVXNGhv25LzZUMaTdTVOgcoZbSm7UN7GbdmLAJcwKSk9I_o78MPPU24uBl3eV65UBsa1mwRzTu0xmmqRiQsQKM6vTV-7mgevSLokrAq5NIjrYD4Ks0ZyGzzNpA7ij8/s1600-h/sexyherohotslut9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiU7KFXI6cv02ENVXNGhv25LzZUMaTdTVOgcoZbSm7UN7GbdmLAJcwKSk9I_o78MPPU24uBl3eV65UBsa1mwRzTu0xmmqRiQsQKM6vTV-7mgevSLokrAq5NIjrYD4Ks0ZyGzzNpA7ij8/s400/sexyherohotslut9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829088283514866" /></a><br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-13050680445589747762009-11-04T13:10:00.002-05:002009-11-04T13:22:55.560-05:00Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken with Matching Maltese<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIr2pw0SyWqFWgl87lgFx5Rs_hChsA5PbscscvfTTxprSU0OfasRPXFb3g_bKLHonFsDimIGU7m9BULheQyuB_bO-zyv1VRAOC8z1kP6OS4HL_inIZs2Gkn8Ruqvr-PGonjv_ff2hVA8/s1600-h/0,,7116946,00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIr2pw0SyWqFWgl87lgFx5Rs_hChsA5PbscscvfTTxprSU0OfasRPXFb3g_bKLHonFsDimIGU7m9BULheQyuB_bO-zyv1VRAOC8z1kP6OS4HL_inIZs2Gkn8Ruqvr-PGonjv_ff2hVA8/s400/0,,7116946,00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400313372941461874" /></a><br /><br />My breed of Maltese was the chosen canine companion for the Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken. Yes Mattel has done it again! They have taken everything we ever thought Ken was and ran with it. Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken is depicted here as a Palm Beach gay man in search of a house boy (Maltese included). Here is Mattel's description of Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken. No joking!!<br /><br />"Cool sophistication in breezy Palm Beach! Sporting a dashing jacquard-patterned jacket with a light pink polo shirt and crisp white pants, Ken doll is ready for Palm Beach social season, sunning by the pool and a stroll with his little companion. Fashion designed exclusively for the Silkstone Barbie doll body (Ed note: aka Palm Beach Fag Hag Barbie). Includes Ken doll, jacket, pink polo shirt, white shoes, dog with leash, swim trunks and accessories, doll stand and certificate of authenticity."<br /><br />Apparently I am a fancy dog, living in a fancy world with fancy people. I have to admit I am a little envious of Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken's dog. He has my dream life. Oh well, off to meditate for some creative visualization!<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-38475069912056767002009-11-02T16:38:00.003-05:002009-11-02T17:08:04.487-05:00Brilliant Humane Genuis = Vegetarians<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU_fqmezl8aVz3kqwmvD_W-SUIi2MM3xnkWLAcQ8IdPIopqL9QxEh0CCmocaRX9lyKkapu81l0oX205pbvso23LH8ZfeChBcAzteBuwxgkAAzjo-Eld3vKungaBiactSjiEtvYx3IdSs/s1600-h/vege.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU_fqmezl8aVz3kqwmvD_W-SUIi2MM3xnkWLAcQ8IdPIopqL9QxEh0CCmocaRX9lyKkapu81l0oX205pbvso23LH8ZfeChBcAzteBuwxgkAAzjo-Eld3vKungaBiactSjiEtvYx3IdSs/s400/vege.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399631266612361442" /></a><br />Ever since my mother got back from her retreat this summer, actually even a month before she went to her retreat she stopped eating meat. She did it for spiritual reasons at first but after the retreat she continued on for ethical reasons. <br /><br />My mom was first a vegetarian for five years in her mid-twenties as she briefly dated an author who wrote about vegetarianism. One of the first sentences in a book he gave her said, "Why take a life when the earth provides such an abundance of fruits, vegetables and grains." That one sentence alone made sense to her and resonated deeply in something that she felt she always believed even when she was a child. She knew she was being a hypocrite by eating meat. With the mind connection it was an easy thing to do, however she had a tiny kitchen and did not really like to cook back then so her health suffered a little and her doctor felt strongly that she should go back to eating meat if she wasn't going to be a proper vegetarian. So she like most just turned a blind eye to eating meat again.<br /><br />Now that she is older and a little bit wiser she is a vegetarian again. Eventually with more research she will also be a vegan as ignorance of how dairy and eggs are handled in the United States reflect eating some bad karma. Especially if eggs and dairy aren't free range or come from an organic farm, you almost might as well be eating meat. Mom has also realized that vegetarian diets are not like they were fifteen years ago. Vegetarian menus are much more tasty and filling. She says she honestly has not missed eating meat for one second. She also around the time she decided to continue with a vegetarian diet happen to meet a few vegetarian chefs and nutritionists so the universe was definitely encouraging her direction of diet. <br /><br />Lastly, how could you eat meat when you have the love of your pets, Q-Ball and Powder Puff.<br /><br />-It would seem my mother is in good company. Um, make that excellent company!! It seems some of the most brilliant individuals who ever walked this earth were also vegetarians. I have collected some of their quotes and I just wanted to share them with you.<br /><br />-Truly man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds theirs. We live by the death of others: we are burial places! I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look on the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men. ~Leonardo da Vinci<br /><br />-I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other.... ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854<br /><br /><br />-You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br /><br />-While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth? ~George Bernard Shaw<br /><br />-"Thou shalt not kill" does not apply to murder of one's own kind only, but to all living beings; and this Commandment was inscribed in the human breast long before it was proclaimed from Sinai. ~Leo Tolstoy<br /><br />-Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived. How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb? How could his nose endure the stench? How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds? ~Plutarch<br /><br /><br />-It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab Notes<br /><br /><br />-To my mind, the life of a lamb is no less precious than that of a human being. I should be unwilling to take the life of a lamb for the sake of the human body. ~Mahatma Gandhi<br /><br /><br />-Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet. ~Albert Einstein<br /><br />-Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak! Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay. ~George Bernard Shaw<br /><br />-If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian. ~Paul McCartney<br /><br />-A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses. ~George Bernard Shaw<br /><br />-My tummy is not a graveyard. – Swami Sri Purna<br /><br /><br />Something to think about...<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-90093446341621897452009-11-01T23:49:00.003-05:002009-11-02T00:06:57.865-05:00Happy Birthday Uncle Adrian!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uWwX1tDvRl-BTFOumdfLv-bE9XRYAZhLUtH4SkWNqxTnFB0OQWW0OCNeX_Dlm3wh-vLoBBLHMa-goUQz4MU159EZG7v-y7JfVxFGakp6Qjpw8_zDH6gJHZUAI7kNdQ7Mhe3VSx93Yoo/s1600-h/11865_169872258943_832543943_2811405_7041338_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uWwX1tDvRl-BTFOumdfLv-bE9XRYAZhLUtH4SkWNqxTnFB0OQWW0OCNeX_Dlm3wh-vLoBBLHMa-goUQz4MU159EZG7v-y7JfVxFGakp6Qjpw8_zDH6gJHZUAI7kNdQ7Mhe3VSx93Yoo/s400/11865_169872258943_832543943_2811405_7041338_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399368327897055298" /></a><br />Hello All!<br /><br />I know, I know, it's been quite a while since you have received a post from the PPP.<br /><br />I have been going through a transformation, a sort or a metamorphosis and I needed some time to get inspired again. Well is there any better reason to start up the old PP than to wish my Uncle Adrian a very Happy Birthday.<br /><br />He has been the closest human being I have had as a father figure and I have learned so much from him. I also am very cared for by him even though he and mommy are just friends, how lucky am I? He could have just as easily forgotten about me but he didn't and for this I will be forever grateful and love him always.<br /><br />So Uncle Adrian have a great birthday and don't worry about my sprain paw, it will heal...eventually!<br /><br />In the meantime here is a photo of me last night in my Halloween costume (again for the second year in a row, Captain Jack Sparrow, hey we had to justify spending that much money on the costume). Just in case you think that is a wooden peg I am wearing, no it's my ace bandage for my sprain which went very well with my costume this year! I got lots of treats and my photo must of been taken at least 20 times last night. I am a Upper East Side legend.<br /><br />It's good to be back!! <br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-5600316962585146372009-09-19T22:12:00.002-04:002009-09-19T22:24:32.899-04:00Natalie Rivera Jewelry at Atmananda's Boutique<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwToCoLMx_EwBDjk6opFhaWhAo31stV5DfT3eQd3wfTABDQzdx8AQBlFPUXlQQPl6BYeVr97j9yYv1uGMo1GS-KF824DPjxL3VT72GYl6RgtOrBOpGrcoSZz_E9M4bZEZLdknyAJJrOk/s1600-h/logo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwToCoLMx_EwBDjk6opFhaWhAo31stV5DfT3eQd3wfTABDQzdx8AQBlFPUXlQQPl6BYeVr97j9yYv1uGMo1GS-KF824DPjxL3VT72GYl6RgtOrBOpGrcoSZz_E9M4bZEZLdknyAJJrOk/s400/logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383369772379373026" /></a><br />Hi All! The PPP is very proud to announce that my mom's entire jewelry collection is going to be featured at the boutique at Atmananda Yoga Studio located at 324 Lafayette Street, 7th floor, New York, NY 10012 (between Bleecker and Houston Street).<br /><br />Buy a piece of jewelry and get a free yoga class!! The more you buy the better my life becomes so think of it as giving to the universe for good karma :)<br /><br />www.atmananda.com<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-53518402622022491072009-09-16T00:53:00.003-04:002009-09-16T01:15:17.583-04:00Coyote Ugliness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GGMpx94sN3mJrTs4JkW2uhxJWkAkOkmyrMwcQTDs9M9LLSzQ0L0LI7md_eOKFqpaQ9vDMOjjrlHwl9ooJ4Mb3de1WXsy6dytXLNOdJQFsUPDrS4z0kV9atJRvA3N1BD7LC0Fz_0VulA/s1600-h/daisymissingjessicasimpson0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GGMpx94sN3mJrTs4JkW2uhxJWkAkOkmyrMwcQTDs9M9LLSzQ0L0LI7md_eOKFqpaQ9vDMOjjrlHwl9ooJ4Mb3de1WXsy6dytXLNOdJQFsUPDrS4z0kV9atJRvA3N1BD7LC0Fz_0VulA/s400/daisymissingjessicasimpson0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381928659185121954" /></a><br />Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Mom has been very busy lately and I have a hard time doing the posts myself without opposesable thumbs.<br /><br />Today we report the death of a celebrity dog who died in a heinous manner. Jessica Simpson's Maltipoo, Daisy, was taken away by a coyote who managed to get into her yard. Jessica Twittered that she watched in "HORROR" as those evil coyotes took Daisy. Jessica has posted this flier all around town and on Twitter asking the coyotes to please e-mail her. She is ready negotiate!<br /><br />Q-Ball and I once encountered a coyote in California while walking at grandma's house. It looked liked a dog but it jumped over bushes and fences. Mom scared it away as she knew that the coyotes were notorious for eating little dogs and cats. So it is with great sadness that we write this post today as we know what happens when coyotes take away little dogs.<br /><br />So RIP little Daisy. You were quite a looker, I must admit I had a crush on you and your Carmel colored hair. It's sad that this happened near the anniversary of Q-Ball's death. I am sure Jessica Simpson is inconsolable as that is how we were went Q-Ball died.<br /><br />Daisy you are now a flower puppy in heaven.<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-26448158266801799212009-09-08T00:14:00.002-04:002009-09-08T00:50:50.257-04:00In Memory of Q-Ball, Sept 7th 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdlKwOUC0ocskdF2GrGAd_W1kJYJLBtK9O9BkXCHHjPXeXwV6_VUxBsLvEP8YKFWZQhDHjZ1o8_UiQFpJaz4WkKMxH7wC89VB9wu5onDbyJ5oi4KlBh1dMv6S0GEsbWmibZ8MF0hoXgE/s1600-h/n832543943_1189.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdlKwOUC0ocskdF2GrGAd_W1kJYJLBtK9O9BkXCHHjPXeXwV6_VUxBsLvEP8YKFWZQhDHjZ1o8_UiQFpJaz4WkKMxH7wC89VB9wu5onDbyJ5oi4KlBh1dMv6S0GEsbWmibZ8MF0hoXgE/s400/n832543943_1189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378954477219952178" /></a><br />A picture of Q-Ball in happier days.<br /><br />Today was a hard day for my mom and me as it was the first year anniversary of Q-Ball's death.<br /><br />I can't believe it's been one year already since that horrible day that changed my life and my mom's life forever. We still miss her greatly as she had such a strong spirit that inspired us and made us love her so much.<br /><br />My mom and I had a great Labor Day Weekend at Shelter Island with her friends Francesca and Donald. It really helped us usher in this sad day surrounded by good friends, wonderful scenery and good food. I will update on our Shelter Island weekend in the next PPP. When we got back to New York City we decided to go to the spot where Q-Ball was run over as we had not been there since that terrible day. We thought we should do memorial service for her.<br /><br />Well we got some roses and braced ourselves on our walk to the Great Lawn. <br /><br />To our surprise we were encountered with a significant improvement of the signage in Central Park about no bicycling on the path. There were tall triangular signs that said "No bicycling on the path" at every entrance to the Great Lawn and spray painted signs on the sidewalk saying that "Bikes must be walked on the path". Can it be that our letters to Central Park Organization have actually helped the organization in bringing about change in signage? Can it be that our beloved Q-Ball's death was actually not in vain? It had been a year that we went to this part of the park so I don't know how long this remarkable change has been taking place. It was a miracle for us. We are so grateful that Central Park has gone the extra mile to make both humans and dogs safer from bicyclists.<br /><br />However we did see a guy speeding on his bike in the path and when my mom tried to tell him that he was not supposed to be riding his bike on the path he told her where to go. She ran after him calling for the police (no police where around unfortunately) but we are going to call for police every time we see someone doing this. We might even make a citizen's arrest one day.<br /><br />We left flowers on the path, said a few prayers and wished Q-Ball much happiness in heaven.<br /><br />Q-Ball we will never forget...<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-12038707334621732772009-09-05T01:04:00.002-04:002009-09-05T01:22:09.557-04:00The Summer of Death Continues...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWZ70VHNw5nUL6MX0-L8D9vbUyF9gCU8PRfjQqKR4oD6-gV8q6YpCVF3XPC7Yev7Gsh9K1O1LNgoJx4joj-313rSDzSfGmVKbS8LK7pVWFAMadiPtepeo6afTirFSyPoT2vza1HX9m80/s1600-h/whygodwhywhywhy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWZ70VHNw5nUL6MX0-L8D9vbUyF9gCU8PRfjQqKR4oD6-gV8q6YpCVF3XPC7Yev7Gsh9K1O1LNgoJx4joj-313rSDzSfGmVKbS8LK7pVWFAMadiPtepeo6afTirFSyPoT2vza1HX9m80/s400/whygodwhywhywhy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377849272458044338" /></a><br />Never in my short life have I lived in summer with so many deaths of famous people. We even had the death of Chanel the world's oldest dog just last week. Well brace yourself, I hate to be the bearer of more bad news but this is The Powder Puffington Post and we are here to report the news no matter how sad :( it might be. Scooter, a contender of the world's smallest dog has passed on.<br /><br />I am particularly heartbroken because Scooter is a Maltese and looks a little like my girlfriend Bacci (only Bacci will get a little bit bigger I am told). Scooter's owner said he broke his leg after jumping out of her arms. The vet put Scooter's leg in a cast and gave him some medicine to take at home. Sadly, the medicine gave him a stomach ulcer and Scooter now resides in heaven. Just the thought of Scooter's tiny leg in a cast the size of a thimble is making me cry in my dark ale (hey just because mom isn't drinking doesn't mean I have to jump on the wagon too).<br /><br />Scooter's owner added, "I put him in the box with flowers and a little dove picture to take him to heaven – he looked wonderful."<br /><br />6-month-old Scooter, who was 8cm tall, 20cm long and weighed 400 grams, was going to try for the title of the smallest dog in the world when he turned 1.<br /><br />Between Q-Ball and Scooter, Heaven must be the cutest spot in the Universe.<br /><br />Just so you don't think the PPP is a messenger of doom, here is a cute link of a puppy that seems to have a hard time getting off his back. Me thinks this little guy must come from a puppy mill and be a little bit defective (in a cute way). And let's give mom snaps for finally learning how to insert a link. It only took almost a year but hey, better late than never!<br /><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0-Sv6YnxEc&feature=player_embedded"></a><br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-397976610628688522009-09-01T13:45:00.003-04:002009-09-01T14:44:32.657-04:00I'm In Love! I'm In Love! I'm In Love! I'm In Love!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pOZHQ-RhqdsVNmwNzO-a7KwxZ1ZrY97XRmbvpcOA6difH1Igq1PMnJHeWmxB9zwsEK4NnXhBruifRv4y3QKn88ElLqu7oWwGPzLGzUkP-hWKMeHXvKZnjkMnYRnAOd0wyu8JSpU96Lw/s1600-h/two-maltese-dog-sitting-and-panting-11-years-old--thumb9893898.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pOZHQ-RhqdsVNmwNzO-a7KwxZ1ZrY97XRmbvpcOA6difH1Igq1PMnJHeWmxB9zwsEK4NnXhBruifRv4y3QKn88ElLqu7oWwGPzLGzUkP-hWKMeHXvKZnjkMnYRnAOd0wyu8JSpU96Lw/s400/two-maltese-dog-sitting-and-panting-11-years-old--thumb9893898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376568333268683570" /></a><br />Yes it finally happened to me! I Powder Puff Rivera am in love!!<br /><br />It took me awhile, I am 42 in dog years but yesterday in Central Park, along the hilly area of Cedar Hill, I came upon my new girlfriend, Bacci. Bacci is a purebred white Maltese dog just like me. She is 6 months old (don't you dare judge me!!). This is the real thing, not some May-December romance. Besides I live in New York City and drink the tap water so it would be no surprise I act like a "dawg", a New York City dawg! I have a feeling all the players are giving me "high-five" in their minds.<br /><br />It was love at first sight. When I saw her I immediately charged after her and knocked her off her feet and out of her harness (I am not a subtle lover). I then started chasing her around and around the tree, the bushes, up the hill, down the hill in circles, in figure eights and then after awhile, she started chasing me and showing me her spunk!<br /><br />We played like this for over TWO HOURS! Then I thought we knew each other for me to get a little frisky and do the dance of the hump. However Bacci's mother gently took me off of Bacci every time I did this as she didn't want her daughter "deflowered" whatever that means. I couldn't help myself, I was so happy and excited. My mommy kept telling me the same things she use to say when Q-Ball was alive; "No means no", "Don't be rude", yada, yada, yada.<br /><br />Well, my mommy became friends with Bacci's owners and they agreed that we can have more play dates in the future. Yes! There is a Mrs. PP in the future, I guess I just have to wait for her to reach legal age for marriage and consummation. I am so happy my mom made sure Bacci will be in my life. I can't wait for you all to meet her, she is the sweetest, prettiest girl ever (next to Q-Ball that is).<br /><br />Life is new again, the colors are brighter, the air smells sweeter, my Caesar's dog food is even edible again. I have a jaunty prance in my walk again. Life is beautiful! I'm a dog in love. <br /><br />Chow for now xoxo!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-78240072300310555852009-08-31T15:35:00.002-04:002009-08-31T15:57:53.855-04:00CHANEL 4-EVER!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNi84aoGt-6U6Xj5NGIuzcvbnzxVMXbjNzCrL8r2qDfCAhPLiYQ8iH9872m4WNXpuQFtz46yJ6WOGelBS3Ohg8vblCzjrHkDAEHxjzb_dt6x6PIwGzCIQGZZKmsEeOXyIqsSZil2QMDg/s1600-h/chanel-240.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNi84aoGt-6U6Xj5NGIuzcvbnzxVMXbjNzCrL8r2qDfCAhPLiYQ8iH9872m4WNXpuQFtz46yJ6WOGelBS3Ohg8vblCzjrHkDAEHxjzb_dt6x6PIwGzCIQGZZKmsEeOXyIqsSZil2QMDg/s400/chanel-240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219528492631266" /></a><br />This is a sad day in doggie land as Chanel the world's oldest dog has passed away at the ripe old age of 21 (hey that's 147 in dog years). Chanel, the wirehaired dachshund who held the Guinness World Record for oldest dog, died Aug. 28, 2009.<br /><br />Earlier this year, the dog's owners, Karl and Denice Shaughnessy of Port Jefferson Station, N.Y., said that Chanel, who wore sunglasses for cataracts but was otherwise in good health, still had plenty of pep. "While I go to work she sleeps all day until I come home and then when I get home she is like a ball of fire,”.<br /><br />Chanel did have her "senior moments" which include wandering around the house in the middle of the night until she got a snack (yikes! I do that too and I'm only 6!!). Her owners said the dogtreat Dogwell help Chanel reach her old age (mental not to add to my mom's shopping list).<br /><br />I feel bad for Chanel's parent's as they must miss her so much because she has been a part of their life for so long, but as I have been learning in my studies on the path (yeah we dogs can learn something too) that Chanel was here to bring joy and love, in which she did, but she is going on to a place of pure love so we have to be happy for her. She lived a long, happy fulfilled life here on earth. <br /><br />Chow for now!!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-18742642685731928962009-08-28T23:31:00.003-04:002009-08-28T23:56:27.650-04:00Bo's Summer In Martha's Vineyard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPSEkQYLCofqrMy3nxnZwgGs-lX4JR8QV86QFMZE2ju1p6gRdfoCBi5UFBKh6v-zin1SW67P3Rk7sxDKCQ0ykL2DmcMgiixqor9x0D-9Fd9rvxcYle5l2fLLbV4EPP9Fm_feTVIJDZAQ/s1600-h/gal_vacation_barack-obama_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPSEkQYLCofqrMy3nxnZwgGs-lX4JR8QV86QFMZE2ju1p6gRdfoCBi5UFBKh6v-zin1SW67P3Rk7sxDKCQ0ykL2DmcMgiixqor9x0D-9Fd9rvxcYle5l2fLLbV4EPP9Fm_feTVIJDZAQ/s400/gal_vacation_barack-obama_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375229287577477202" /></a><br />Where to go on summer vacation when you are the nation's first pet? Martha's Vineyard of course! Right now Bo, the first family's dog is living MY life! I kid, I am living my life because apparently this is my karma but I wouldn't mind spending some time on the island as my mother went for two summers a few years ago and she says it was quite idyllic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLWqN6rdnlFvX6bTF5C0NUTvBTXZ7lSA446vjDjohj6bUNwnFqlNk0EUofugyZS5ej_F7VBRyWQsEZ-4tSCu7dfNJB4b9JOhrsYDIz1_4I3cgsRylaojlCjAHNQ0B_Qgvz9N95aX2bqk/s1600-h/gal_great-pond_marthas-vineyard_facade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLWqN6rdnlFvX6bTF5C0NUTvBTXZ7lSA446vjDjohj6bUNwnFqlNk0EUofugyZS5ej_F7VBRyWQsEZ-4tSCu7dfNJB4b9JOhrsYDIz1_4I3cgsRylaojlCjAHNQ0B_Qgvz9N95aX2bqk/s400/gal_great-pond_marthas-vineyard_facade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375229272298251154" /></a><br /><br />The Obama family is spending their summer vacation on Martha's Vineyard staying at Blue Herron Farm. Bo will get to roam the woods and scale the bluffs as he runs down to the beach (private beach) that his property entails. Am I envious? Just a little. Okay a lot, but my mom assures me that one day this will be my life and she is trying to get me to the beach a few more times before summer ends.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJp3VqhOKhGPzVObcCigun4srfAxzgyqnAp1AoVaxDgUk9p27b-esIrEYxiZq7yR4_Z8SSRAQ8iIqunyX1_SVI9AEDyZT006Vul5mW7dWK5a46PtNgNj2zV4iDJrniiexktDNF3bQs_d8/s1600-h/gal_vacation_barack-obama_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJp3VqhOKhGPzVObcCigun4srfAxzgyqnAp1AoVaxDgUk9p27b-esIrEYxiZq7yR4_Z8SSRAQ8iIqunyX1_SVI9AEDyZT006Vul5mW7dWK5a46PtNgNj2zV4iDJrniiexktDNF3bQs_d8/s400/gal_vacation_barack-obama_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375229280177669250" /></a><br /><br />In the meantime my mom and I have been spending lots of time in Central Park. She has found some places where I can roam around free and feel like I am in the real countryside and not a urban oasis.<br /><br />My mom has a visualization board but I think that I need one now with all that I want to experience in life. Actually I think I will make my next post in the PPP my visualization board so you all can see and help me attain my wishes and dreams.<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-15127618878920515802009-08-27T21:21:00.003-04:002009-08-27T21:51:16.137-04:00This Is Not A Toy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMm-sv2zV-97rER2KFu6kfS66eNOc4TK_xXVSOAx0gc56tlHT8ZHNQWjKlyMIY8s_c5NeBrypF9A3bVyIgo2Fef_GUYYsJ2eqxwGzU17n-gVDv3-fUI8-WbRwqvije735ZE5_n3jDQvc/s1600-h/_46266038_01132212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMm-sv2zV-97rER2KFu6kfS66eNOc4TK_xXVSOAx0gc56tlHT8ZHNQWjKlyMIY8s_c5NeBrypF9A3bVyIgo2Fef_GUYYsJ2eqxwGzU17n-gVDv3-fUI8-WbRwqvije735ZE5_n3jDQvc/s400/_46266038_01132212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374825598727394738" /></a><br />This is an Axolotls. An Axolotls is a Mexican amphibian that never grew up and is on the verge of going extinct in the wild. The PPP had to do massive amounts of research to make sure that this animal was for real and not a Mattel toy as he looks so darn cute. Like a hairless creature from Fraggle Rock.<br /><br />New survey work suggests that fewer than 1,200 Mexican axolotls remain in its last stronghold, the Xochimilco area of central Mexico. The axolotl is a type of salamander that uniquely spends its whole life in its larval form. But they usually do so in response to their environment, for example, if temperatures are too cold to emerge onto land as an adult salamander, the tadpole larvae may just keep growing underwater instead.<br /><br />The Mexican axolotl is the only species that never undergoes metamorphosis. Its odd lifestyle, features and ability to regenerate body parts make it a popular animal kept in labs, schools and as pets. <br /><br />As the human population grows, the wetlands where the Axolotls lives have grown smaller. The most recent work shows that the reduction in water quality is one of the main factors driving the axolotl to extinction in the wild.<br /><br />Another is the presence of large numbers of introduced carp and tilapia fish, which both compete ecologically with axolotls for food and resource, and also eat axolotl eggs. <br /><br />Reintroducing the axolotl to other axolotl is dangerous because it may introduce disease and wipe them out completely. <br /><br />I personally think the axolotl is a little Mexican fairy and he is disappearing because this world has lost faith in magic, but hey that's just my opinion. I wouldn't mind one as a pet but I know my mother would mind feeding it bugs as she is a vegetarian know and would probably want to serve it cold pressed flax seed (very good for the heart, immune system and skin!).<br /><br />This little fella is so darn cute! He looks like he is smiling in the picture. I'm thinking maybe we can do a cartoon with me as the lovable cute Maltese and Alessandro the pixie-like axolotls who rides on my head looking for adventure in the forests of Mexico and in New York City. What do you think? I gotta get Uncle Adrian to start drawing up some story boards.<br /><br />It's a million dollar idea! Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-54495208212736954412009-08-25T23:46:00.001-04:002009-08-25T23:50:05.501-04:00Oh BTW...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruRl46UtyMkPNBXPMee7Ku3o-LrCXRZZAl9nfjEp49gmcTXxK31mjy0T2_DEXTxQpBmtLauZTOf58_mc00XcG2gyK_ipp8D6WmeQrnKe8vYCjW-B-gT6TraconhQZww9of0RZJs_hyphenhyphenho/s1600-h/IMGP1752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruRl46UtyMkPNBXPMee7Ku3o-LrCXRZZAl9nfjEp49gmcTXxK31mjy0T2_DEXTxQpBmtLauZTOf58_mc00XcG2gyK_ipp8D6WmeQrnKe8vYCjW-B-gT6TraconhQZww9of0RZJs_hyphenhyphenho/s400/IMGP1752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374114666696817250" /></a><br />Happy Half-Birthday MOM!! Now is the time to reflect on your life!!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-2211709284843617492009-08-25T23:10:00.002-04:002009-08-25T23:44:32.256-04:00How Would You Like It If Someone Did This To You?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlwfMFfPm2jSZ9roz7s5Mdzem0Y69ezzF4JIsJOAKTD835b8HXFwB2B3jBba4GR6QZMopOS_uPOqkbDu6kAgmH55QYgLXph1LEn_t0VhIstvvb2s3gHARl2GxaFvcBiQn1UYkVxPKh30/s1600-h/Poodle1_1468675c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlwfMFfPm2jSZ9roz7s5Mdzem0Y69ezzF4JIsJOAKTD835b8HXFwB2B3jBba4GR6QZMopOS_uPOqkbDu6kAgmH55QYgLXph1LEn_t0VhIstvvb2s3gHARl2GxaFvcBiQn1UYkVxPKh30/s400/Poodle1_1468675c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374113313228002306" /></a><br />It's a good thing that the PPP is back in business as it is up to us to disclose the injustices done to dogs everywhere and that brings me to our story today.<br /><br />Apparently around the world there are what you would call "creative grooming shows" that take poodles and turn them into other animals like camels, pandas, horses, even characters from movies like Jack Sparrow. In two hours perfectly normal poodles are made to look like animal drag queens. Then they are judged by a panel of twits who have nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon.<br /><br />Expert dog snapper Ren, from Florida, USA, said: "When these dogs come into the arena for a show or a competition you have absolutely no idea what they are going to be turned into.<br /><br />"The groomers do colour them before they arrive but basically all you see at first is an extremely fluffy poodle that has weird coloured patterns on it.<br /><br />"The transformation they go through is simply spectacular. There's no other word for it. It's amazing what they can do in so little time."<br /><br />He is the only professional photographer who is brought in to capture images of the winning poodles on behalf of the show organisers.<br /><br />"Watching the owners turn these balls of hair into something so intricate and detailed really does baffle anyone watching.<br /><br />The artistic owners - almost entirely women - colour their beloved dogs with powdered paint sprayed on using blow pens which is non permanent.<br /><br />"The dogs seem to love the whole experience," said Ren. "One of the reasons I love my job is because I love animals so much. I much prefer working with them than people.<br /><br />"By the time the dogs get to me after they have been through the tournament they are bounding around and very happy. <br /><br />Umm, I beg to differ. Only someone into furries would say that, this man just outed himself as a man who dresses like stuffed animals to have sex.<br /><br />Anyway, as my mom's boss would say, "Bad, bad karma to you!" Get a life and love your dog for what they are, dogs! Not camels!!<br /><br />My mom may put a LaCoste polo shirt on me and there is that time I was made to wear a Jack Sparrow Halloween costume but it WAS Halloween and my polo shirt looks good in the Hamptons. <br /><br />Well, Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220137572789616998.post-20513076738063551782009-08-25T00:08:00.003-04:002009-08-25T00:29:11.869-04:00I'm Back Baby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF6SMcW7oSo_rbLU0hu5eR4GLzgKD_iN83z22bpGnucBzzU8FdzM7XHe514a-b4dxIPKOr90bEl1DtsixQDhGI1lqYNfTfqlXoEO77t0naQBCjCzFjhVnyL7bx-iegdQ72zR729vnfmo/s1600-h/IMGP1691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF6SMcW7oSo_rbLU0hu5eR4GLzgKD_iN83z22bpGnucBzzU8FdzM7XHe514a-b4dxIPKOr90bEl1DtsixQDhGI1lqYNfTfqlXoEO77t0naQBCjCzFjhVnyL7bx-iegdQ72zR729vnfmo/s400/IMGP1691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373753022536329442" /></a><br />Umm, yeah, I didn't mean to take a three week vacation from the PPP but I guess I needed it to recharge my batteries and stir up my creative juices again. Anyway I am back and it has been a very awesome past three weeks as my mom and I are now "on the path".<br /><br />What is "the path"? Well it is the path to enlightenment and I am along for the ride. Except for the part where my mom is thinking of making me a vegetarian dog, I am quite excited. How are we going to do this? Through daily meditation, constant vigilance, yoga, refraining of alcohol and other stimuli, a vegetarian diet (yikes, no more pulled-pork sandwiches), mantras and using the great city of New York as a daily reason to crank up the love as we are tested on a daily basis in this city. So far I have failed on a daily basis as I can't see to help myself as I charge for the big scary dogs that come my way but I am hoping that being on the path will one day change both my mom and me and transform us into more loving, spiritual beings.<br /><br />We have our very own guru to follow now (Swami Purna) and mom has been engrossed in one of his books, "The Truth Shall Set You Free". She highly recommends the book to all her friends who want a more spiritual life. However we promise not to ever preach to anyone, we hope to inspire you to the path by showing how it has made our life much better as we search for self bliss.<br /><br />Anyhow, it has been quite an eventful August and I had some beach time in Shelter Island (see pic above). I really need to meditate on getting my mom and I to the beach more often as it definitely is the life for me!<br /><br />I hope everyone has been having a great summer so far and is planning on enjoying what is left of August. I missed you and look forward to posting more on the PPP.<br /><br />Chow for now!The Powder Puffington Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664457470070400482noreply@blogger.com1