Payback is a .....

NEW STUFFIE....

Gee - can you guess where Mom was?

She's been traveling about once a month lately and it seems to be connected to this plane.

No - she didn't ride on it (although she did once and was happy to check that off her bucket list).

Mom was in Atlanta covering the President's address to the DAV Convention.

And while she's away I get to sleepover at my beau's house...not a bad deal.

PLUS - she feels guilty (what is it with the 2-legged ones and the guilt trips). The answer to this uncomfortable feeling....buy me a toy!

BINGO.

I now have my very own AIR FORCE ONE....and instead of a squeak...it makes a jet engine noise. COOL.

What do your peeps do for you when they are feeling guilty? Let me know as I can pass them on to Mom and my goody bag might get bigger! (I don't think that's wrong...seriously)

By the way - Mom picked up this little gem at gift shop at the The Carter Center in Atlanta. The sales clerk said it was for a child - not a dog toy. Mom knew better. (And she checked it for small bits I might chew off...like I would ever do such a thing. )

I've Got Mail

I love mail! Packages addressed to me just Make My Day!

Today's package was special. Not only was it for me (my favorite kind) - but it went to help a good cause (one of Mom's favorite things)

This one clearly was for me.

Although I needed a little help with the bubble wrap!

IT'S A CRAB! Mom found it on the etsy site HELP THE GULF COAST

A number of etsy artisans are donating their work to help raise funds for The National Wildlife Federation and OxFam America - and their response to the disaster in the Gulf Coast. This beauty was orderd through Handmade Louisiana and is from the shop of Natalie Fontane at Scriverner's Retreat. Check out their sites for more information.

I haven't figured out what to name this guy (and yes, all my stuffies are named). Any ideas?

Medic!

We had a stuffie emergency at our place.

As many of your know - from the post about my vast stuffie collection - I am a gentle stuffie lover....with one exception.

When Mom deserted me over the holidays I reacted by ripping apart a couple of stuffies.

First to be sacrificed was the beloved Frog. (Big men were delivery Mom's Christmas present from Craig S. List...it was beautiful - but Mom was on her way to Utah, Due was supervising the BIG BURLY STRANGERS IN MY APARTMENT, and I was freaking out - quietly - by tearing the life out of Mr. Frog).

Next up - Hawk. Mom left behind the new red-tail hawk as my Christmas present. Nice try lady - you really think you can buy my love when I knew you were shacking up with that OTHER DOG - what's a girl to do?

So to redeem herself - Mom came to the rescue....

First - she got out her Medic Emergency Care Kit. Looked like her sewing box to me.

Then she gently stitched up Hawk's head.....

Next she mended Froggie's backside (that must have hurt).

And we're are good to go....

Thanks Mom. You're forgiven (once more).

I think we can all walk away from this with a valuable lesson. Leave me again - and I'm not responsible for the welfare of the domestic stuffie population.

Just sayin'.