The Great Exchange/ My Stick Pile

May 21 /08


Toot toot! The Exchange is a runaway train, doggies!


So far, we've signed up about 70 of you and the responses are still trickling in. Beasley and I figure that by the time cut-off day rolls around on Saturday, we'll have way more than we ever imagined. On June 9, the earth is going to shake, rattle and roll, boys and girls! They'll be able to hear our woofs and yowls and meows from coast to coast and beyond. It is definitely going to be our special day... ya know, someone ought to make Pet's Day a yearly holiday, like Mother's Day, don't ya think? ------or a weekly thing ...


Anyway, so check out our blogs on Sunday (maybe Saturday) for the list of participants and who you are partnered with. Then get in touch with each other asap to get all the info you need. And then rush the human out the door and over to the pet store. Even if theyre still in their jammies and slippers, get them out!! ( And take a picture!). Then send them to the post office. We're leaving it up to you to get them moving along. No excuses ......
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And I just want to say that one of the best parts of the Exchange is that I got to meet so many of you for the first time, and I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better.

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In other news, I had a very interesting evening. I headed over to one of my favourite hangouts: the stick pile.




This is where I've been finding most of my sticks lately. It's actually the remains of an old birch tree which somebody chopped down and left for pickin' by stick lovers like me. I pass the stick pile every time I take a walk. And a walk doesn't go by that I don't yank one of those big buggers out from under the pile and start dragging it home.
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I've had to abandon most of them in the middle of the street 'cause they're just too unmanageable. And Mama and Papa have given a few of them the heave-ho when they thought I wasn't looking. But a few of them have made it to the back yard where I am going to start my own stick pile. I don't know what Mama's going to say about a stick pile sitting in the middle of her precious lawn, next to her precious garden where her precious flowers are beginning to sprout their precious blooms. Something tells me she isn't going to think my stick pile is very precious.

I don't understand that because I think a bunch of rotting, crooked, smelly old sticks are a beautiful addition to the landscape, don't you?

Making a stick pile is very hard work.