Deals with Weddings

15 bonus points to people who know a) what book this post's title is a chapter title from, b) who wrote it, c) the chapter number, 4) can give a synopsis of the chapter.
* cough * Having gotten that out of the way, let us attend to more important matters. This past weekend was a big one for weddings. Pooh was the matron of honor at her very dear friend S.'s (whom I refer to as Auntie S. even though she's not my auntie) wedding.

The lovely bride and groom (yeah, I know, it's a bad picture, but it's bloggable)

 

 

Pooh and the bride

The girls were also sitting my dear pal Hunter, the dog of another bride. Sadly, he did not get to participate in the traditional role of the dog of the bride for non- Orthodox weddings. The traditional role of the dog of the bride is, for those of you not steeped in wedding etiquette, to eat the Unity Milkbones. Poor Huntie. :-(
Congratulations to all the newly weds! God grant you many years!
Lots of love to all!
Rosie! <3

For Cousins R and S

A few years ago my totally awesome cousins R and S had a genius business scheme. You may have heard of "designer dogs"- fancy dog breeds made by cross- breeding usually various combinations of toy or hunting dogs with poodles. Well, R and S decided that they were going to breed and sell "designer snakes".  Yes, Designer Snakes. Unfortunately, they weren't sure that there was really a market, so their schemes didn't come to fruition.
Well, we found out today that they're not the only people who have ever had this brilliant get-rich-quick scheme.
You may recall that yesterday I posted about Mrs. J's daughter's snake's funeral. Well, it turns out that this snake (actually, these snakes) were part of their business scheme to (guess what?) breed and sell "designer snakes."
Yeeeaaaah. I think they need to put their heads together. :)

 

 

 

 

I'm afraid I just don't get the appeal of having snakes. In your home. Voluntarily.

WWFN,
Rosie

There's been a Death....

 Don't worry, this really isn't a sad post. :)

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today --
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have -- alway --

The Neighbors rustle in and out --
The Doctor -- drives away --
A Window opens like a Pod --
Abrupt -- mechanically --

Somebody flings a Mattress out --
The Children hurry by --
They wonder if it died -- on that --
I used to -- when a Boy --

The Minister -- goes stiffly in --
As if the House were His --
And He owned all the Mourners -- now --
And little Boys -- besides --

And then the Milliner -- and the Man
Of the Appalling Trade --
To take the measure of the House --
There'll be that Dark Parade --

Of Tassels -- and of Coaches -- soon --
It's easy as a Sign --
The Intuition of the News --
In just a Country Town --

~Emily Dickinson

Yesterday, we were somewhat distressed to see our next door neighbors digging a hole in their backyard and acting somewhat emotional. We were worried about the three doggies next door, especially since Miss Charlotte is somewhat elderly. Today however, Roo heard Mrs. J next door calling for Miss Charlotte, so we knew she's ok. This evening, Owl went to talk to the neighbors on the other side of Mrs. J to apologize for my behavior (I'll get to that in my next post), and learned what the funeral was for:

 A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
~Emily Dickinson

People keep these things in their houses on purpose?!!

Their adult daughter's pet snake had died, probably as a result of hypothermia from being without heat due to power outages. We were very relieved to hear that it wasn't one of the dogs (BTW, I hope you know that y'all gave me a heart attack at dinner last night, pondering "who had died next door" since I had heard nothing of all this brou-ha-ha previously. ~Roo)
 WWFN,
ROSIE
 

A visitor.....

Today, our dear friend Mrs. V. came by for a visit. Mrs. V. is a former homeschooling mom who now teaches in a classroom, for those of you who may not know her.:)
I was very, very happy to see her, because she likes dogs, and knows just where to scratch behind me ears. :)  She came over because Kanga was giving her some books to use in her classroom, and it was just like old times again (well, except that when Roo [who's helping me type this:)] was in 3rd grade, the conversation was more about how homeschooling would help develop independence which would help all their kids in college and careers, and now it's about how homeschooling did develop that).  The conversation was on all the same topics it used to be: homeschooling, children's books, gardening, and the insanely high rate of school district taxes.  Oh, and Pooh, in case you were wondering, if Kanga were to give you a five minute warning while talking to Mrs. V. today, you could pay about as much attention to it as you could back in the glory days of writing club. Some things never change. Fortunately, our talent for getting lost in parking garages is one of the things that has changed.

Note that this is the same couch used in such classic plays as "Life, Love, and Death on the New York Subway" , " The Committee", "Macbeth (the original version, by Wilma Shakespeare", and others... (Wait was Macbeth at our house or the V.'s. I can't remember now. :))

Lots of love to everyone,
Rosie:)

That Loopy Lab...

You may remember my pal Frisco whom Tigger dogsat a few months ago. She's taking care of him again, and I went over to play with  him this evening.  His people have a pool in their backyard, and do you know what that k-razy dog did? He went in the pool! Yes, he did. That dog got wet on purpose. Did you ever hear such craziness?!
Unfortunately, the girls didn't bring a camera so I don't have pictures of him, so here are some of me, instead. :)

WWFN,

Love,

Rosie:)

WWRLTE?

WWRTLE: What Would Rosie Like To Eat? is one of the most important questions you can ask yourself.  It should be asked at least twice a day- morning and evening for my breakfast and dinner.
  Here are some more suggestions for when to ask it:

When I'm injured.  Protein helps me heal, you know.

When it's cold out.

After working hard to earn my keep.

After a romp.

On holidays and special occasions.

After helping Wol with important stuff around the house.

After a long walk in the woods.

After and during exciting events like Pooh and Dr. Celery coming home....

And after traumatic events...

When something unusual happens in my territory.

When I'm sad.

When I'm lonely.

When the weather's bad.

When I'm tired...

I think you get the idea. :)

This has been a PSA paid for by the Society for the Prevention of Hunger in BMDs (SPHBMD). I'm Rosie Zidane ---, and I approve this message.

A Fun Walk

Tiggy and Roo, but mostly Tiggy, are taking care of my pal Frisco.  I raised Frisco from a young pup.  Because Frisco's mommy works, Tigger had to take him out at lunch everyday when he was a little baby. I used to play with him, but then he got too rough for me, so I had to stop.      

Yesterday and today he and I went on walks in the woods together. Yesterday just Tigger and Roo came, but Daddy joined use today. Here are some pictures of our adventure!

We had lots of fun!!!!!!

LOVE,

ROSIE!!!

PS. Sorry the formatting is strange. The internet seems to be mad at Roo today. :)

Some of my friends and neighbors

Call me Ishma-Rose. (Name that book!) Sorry. I couldn't think of a spectacular way to start this post, and the original of that is supposed to be one of the most famous opening lines in English literature (English as in written in the English language- Roo is 95% certain that Herman Melville was American. He was [at least according to that great fount of wisdom, Wikipedia{and no, I do not think that wikipedia is reliable.}:)]. :)).  Did you like my beautiful use of parentheses?
ANYWAY......... Now that Roo has skilfully made you forget what this post is even about..... I love my friends and neighbors.  They include:
Mrs. J. lives next door. I adore her, and she loves me.  I also love her dogs, Miss Charlotte and Tia. They're very small compared to me. :)  I went over to see her, and I got very excited. I jumped, and I rolled and flipped in a pile of leaves. I just couldn't control myself!
Then there are Eowyn, Eomer, and their little brother Fili are also great pals of mine. Eowyn is about 6, Eomer is 4, and Fili is 1 or 2.  They love me, and I love them.
Further down the street live my golden retriever pal Shay, and her kids.  James is 6 ish, Albus about 4, and Lily is 2, I think. Kids these days! They grow up so fast!
On Eowyn, Eomer, and Fili's street lives my good pal Lucy, who's 7 or 8, and  her older brothers Peter and Edmund, who are twins, and her little sister Susan. * Lucy likes to give my family advice on how to take care of me. They have 2 cute little Jack Russells.
Several houses down from them live Merry and Pippin. They are brothers who are 5 or 6 and 2 or 3. I love seeing them. They're a little scared of me (especially Pippin), but their mommy loves me.
I hope you enjoyed meeting some of my friends and neighbors (why is Roo singing "It's a wonderful day in the neighborhood, a wonderful day to be a neighbor...."?!?!?!?).
I don't have many picture of me with them, but here's a good one of me. I'm enjoying a treat that Mrs. J. gave me. :)

Love,
Rosie
*Yes, I know Susan is older than Lucy in Narnia, but this little girl is much more like Lucy than Susan.
** If you know all the literature references in this post, you will be considered for a special award. :)

I Regret to Inform You...

It is with much sadness that I find myself having to announce the death of a dear friend of mine. My charming, sweet, and debonaire Golden Retriever neighbor Cody died the other day at the age of 12.
He was my first doggie friend, and he was loved by all who knew him. Roo credits him with getting her over her fear of dogs. I met himwhen I was a wee pup, and he was always very kind to me.
He was always happy and loving, even when deaf, lame and  barely  able to breathe. He loved his family, his food, and playing with tennis balls.

My most sincere condolences to his family.

A Very Few Very Brief Announcements....

Not much of excitement has been happening lately in my life as a Rosie, so here are a funny rhyme, and something that Buffy used to do with the girls when Owl read to them at night.
 
Ladies and jellyspoons, I come before you to stand behind you to tell you of something I know nothing about. Next Thursday, which is Good Friday, there will be a ladies' aid meeting for men only. Admission is free, so please pay at the door, and please bring a chair to sit on the floor.
***********************************************************************************

I am about to make a very brief announcement. Pay close attention, or you may miss the announcement, and though brief, it is of the utmost importance. Are you all listening to me? Good. Now, be sure to listen carefully so you don't miss the very important brief announcement I'm about to make. You all need to focus, because this is a very important announcement, but it is brief, so you need to be careful not to miss it.  Now, you need to pay close attention and concentrate. Here's a moment to drag your focus back onto me. Are you listening? Good. Now, here's the announcement- listen carefully so you don't miss this LIFE CHANGING INFORMATION.   I'm cute.

I hope none of you missed my announcement because it was brief,  because I'm too exhausted to go through all of that again!
WWFN,
ROSIE
(Apologies to Buffy for borrowing her old comedy routine. :) )

Party Time!

Yesterday, after the bread incident, I went to my friend Biddles' 11th birthday party. I went to his 10th last year and stayed at his house this year on my vacation.

I had a blast. I visited with my friends and ate pancakes and birthday cake. Yummy!

Yes. I am being walked by a cat. That would be Pebbles. She's a great cat!

Biddles lives with his Mom, Dad, Ginger the Golden Ret., and The Cats. My favorite of The Cats is Pebbles. She's the sweetest little kitten ever and we're great pals!


Thanks for inviting me  Biddles! You're a terrific dog!I had a BLAST. :)

P.S. The other pictures wouldn't upload for some reason, so sorry about that folks. I'll try to post more later!

My Friend Ruby

Well, it's a bit of a sad evening here for me. Tigger told me today that my pal Ruby died on Thursday. Ruby was one of my friends that I stayed with this summer when I went on vacation from the humans. She was a friendly, kindly chocolate lab and we got along just grandly. I'm going to miss her. :(

This was a note that I wrote and sent to Ruby when she first got sick.

WWFN  and Love,

Rosie the Weeping

P.S. Lots of sympathy to Ruby's family: Her mom and dad and Biddles and Ginger and the cats and Gretel. XOXOXOX, ROsie