Psychology, Philosophy, Politics, and Phlamingos on a Phriday

(about the title: Someone got a little carried away with "p" words;))
When Roo was checking her email a few minutes ago, she saw this headline, and decided that the story was too hilarious to not share. (You have to read the story for the rest of this to make anything like sense).
http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/ransom-note-sent-stolen-plastic-flamingos-103250864--abc-news-topstories.html

Discussion questions:
1. Why does one collect and dress forty plastic flamingos?
2. Why does one steal said forty plastic flamingos?
3. Why does one write ransom notes for the forty plastic flamingos that one has stolen?
4. What psychological impulse drives people to buy plastic flamingos? Is it a way of conforming to society, or is it a sign of non-conformity?
5. What is the symbolic significance of the lack of plastic flamingos in A Farewell to Arms?
6. Would Catherine and Henry have realized the error of their ways, thus preventing tragedy, had they been faithful collectors of plastic flamingos?
7. Obviously, Plastic flamingo collecting breeds crime. Does the societal risk of plastic flamingo collecting outweigh a citizen's constitutional right to collect plastic flamingos? Should flamingo collecting be outlawed, and at what level of government (Local, State, Federal, International) should this law be passed?
8. Will this heist affect how you vote in the Presidential Election?

So many questions to ponder, so little time....

Lots of love,

Rosie:)

Once Upon A Time

One day, exactly 6 years ago, 7 little bernese mountain  puppies were born. 4 boys and 3 beautiful girls. The middle sized girl was soon declared to be the smartest of the litter, and had an adorable little asymmetrical muzzle. Many of the puppies were born into human families- they had humans picked out for them before they were born, but not the middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle. Middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle wasn't too concerned though- she knew that she'd be able to pick out a family.


One day a family came, and she realized that she really liked them REALLY liked them. It only took her a couple of minutes to find her Kanga and curl up next to her and take a nap. 4 weeks later middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle was playing with her littermates when the family came to get her. It was the most exciting day of  middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle's life! She had her family!


Middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle worked hard at training her family to be good humans, and to do her bidding. It took a lot of training, but after a couple of years of hard, dedicated work, middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle found that they were well trained. Middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle picked the best family in the world!

Middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle chooses her Kanga at 4 weeks old.

Anybody figure out who middle girl with the adorable little asymmetrical muzzle is ? She's ME, Rosie!

WOW! It's hard to believe that I'm 6 years old, and it was almost  6 years ago that I picked out the humans. I did pretty well. :)

Some snippets of the past 6 years:

Phew!

Me and my family don't like it when we're trendy. Or treyndee to use a, well, trendyee spelling. So, we were sort of upset when a couple of years ago we found out that Rosie is a popular dog name. (I mean it is the best dog name, but still...) Well, according to this article, Rosie is not one of the top 10 dog names. Yay!

One flower posing in front of some other flowers.

WWFN,
Rosie the un-trendee

We Need a New Plumber

So a few weeks ago I left Daddy a note that read "Dear Daddy, Please call a plumber. The pipes in the sky are leaking. Love, Rosie" Daddy claims never to have called a plumber, but whatever he did worked because it did stop raining. However, clearly the plumber didn't do a good job because lo and behold, there is water falling from the sky again! I do not like the rain.

This is from back in August when I was waiting for Hurricane Irene to roll in. The pipers were quite leaky this summer! Note how green everything behind me is even at the tail end of August!

Me. During Hurricane Irene. I was quite wet. My hurricane adventures are chronicled in the August 2011 archives.

WWFN, Love, and wags,
Rosie the Wet

In Which My True Identity Is Revealed

Roo says: Just so you know, if you' re not familiar with  the Hobbit/ LOTR, you may find this post a bit confusing. :) Love, Roo
Your honor, members of the jury, good morning. I would now like to present the evidence as to my real identity.  
Because certain members of the family *cough* Tigger *cough* have been remiss in getting Roo books on CD from the library lately, at lunch today she was listening to the Lord of the Rings.  And then I realized something- I am not a dog. I am a hobbit.
Let's think about it- here are some symptoms of hobbit-dom, and I think they all apply to me.
Hobbits...
Like to eat. Um, have you read my blog or met me in real life?!  OF COURSE I like food!
Have furry feet. Check. Ok, so I call them paws, but, as Grandma would say, same difference
Like to eat. Did someone say food? Where? I'm hungry! It's been a whole 15 minutes since my late early mid- afternoon snack!
Are about half as tall as humans.  Depending on where you measure me, and the human, Check.
Like to eat. Food? Food? Sayest thou food? But showeth me where 'tis, and I shall hie me hence!
Like their home comforts (don't be tricked by Bilbo, Frodo, Merry and Pippin- they are described as being considered crazy for their penchant for adventure). There's nothing I like more than curling up with my blanket and a milkbone while watching a movie with the family.
Like to eat.  *Sings* FOOOOD GLORIOUS FOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Are afraid of heights: Hmmm- I don't like fireworks, thunder, or strong wind.  That's totally the same as being afraid of heights, right??? RIGHT???
Like to eat. Oh food dish, to what shall I compare thee?
Like to talk.  I blog. Enough said.
LIKE TO EAT. My food is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June.  My dish is like the melody sweetly played in tune. 
OH, and did I mention HOBBITS LIKE TO EAT!   In scarlet town where I was born, there was a food dish dwellin'. Fed a sweet girl two times a day, it's name was Rosie's food dish.

What evidence do you have that I am not a hobbit.  If the evidence that I am a hobbit is more convincing than that that I NOT a hobbit, even by only a featherweight, you must find me to be a hobbit.  It's the law AND how our legal system works. :)
I rest my case.
WWFN!
Love,
ROSIE

Note the furry paw.

In Which I Get My Dinner Most Exceedingly Late Indeed

Tigger came home from work tonight to a Most Sad Dog. Being a good and loving Tigger she wanted to know why I was a Most Sad Dog. Well, it was because Kanga and I were not on good terms because of a slight difference of opinion, you'll see what we disagreed on. This sort of thing always puts a Most Wonderful Dog like myself out of humor. There is nothing that a peacable Bernie like myself dislikes more than one of these annoying little differences of opinion. I'll tell you the whole tale so you can see what I mean by "a slight difference in opinion."

It all starts out with the 3 older humans leaving me today to go to work, abandoning Roo and I. This normally wouldn't be so bad, except that Roo is taking care of my pal Cody who lives across the street. That and it was lovely weather today that always makes me extra hungry (It was 14.5 oF when I went out this morning. Balmy, absolutely balmy I tell you. But that's another post in itself...). Anyway, I digress. Roo went across the street and I was hungry. There was no one to give me a snack, so I took one for myself. The Lord helps those who help themselves, if you know what I mean. I ate 3 tortillas, the remains of the vasilopita, and half a loaf of banana bread, all in about 5 minutes. 5 minutes of bliss, I tell you! Anyway, for some reason the humans didn't see it as me saving them the trouble of fixing me a snack... Don't know why.

Anyway, fast forward a couple of hours to when Kanga had come home and the Roo went off to work. Kanga was upstairs and heard some noises downstairs that she thought that she shouldn't be hearing. So she came down to find me attempting to snack on a box of tea bags. She got mad at me and yelled at me, and my feelings were most hurt. So, that is our difference of opinion. (Now Kanga says that she was upset too because tea could make me sick, so that was nice of her to be concerned about my health, but still my feelings were hurt.)

Oh, and about the title of the post. It is a full HOUR AND A HALF past my dinner time and dinner has yet to appear, although Tigs has mentioned that it will be coming shortly.



WWFN,
Rosie Zidane

On the virtue of sharing............

Sharing is a virtue, as Kanga would say.  It is a very important virtue.  People who don't share are greedy and no one likes greedy people.  It's especially important to share with your dog.  This is even mentioned in the Bible " Yea, Lord, but even the little dogs eat the crumbs that fall from the master's table,"(Matthew, 15: 26-28). This is my favorite Bible verse, by the way.
Always share with your dog.  It's commanded in the Bible, and it's the right thing to do.
WWFN,
Rosie :)

As a good Orthodox Christian dog, I always wear my cross.

Thoughts

* Kanga said today would be a good day for a baff. Oh no! I hate getting wet. Hopefully when Kanga goes off to work in a few minutes the rest of the family will forget that she said that about it being good weather for baffing.

What a sad dog !

* Thanksgiving is in a few weeks. I think that eating  turkey is silly. I get sick when I eat it, so that's why I dislike it when others eat turkey because I am not allowed to eat any leftovers. Harrummmph! This year I want Kanga to cook a chicken instead of a turkey. Think she will?

* I still haven't invited Grams over for dinner. I need to work on that a get some one to call and invite her. I'd do it myself, but when I try to dial with paws...