da d-o-g dayz uv summer

deez ar da d-o-g dayz uv summer brudderz an sistahz.matsui wuz plum tuckered owt!

dat stoopid kitten joba wen up on da roof to get owtta da heet.

(he diden't get da name "stoopid kitten" fer nuthin!  jus sayin.

me?  i'm relaxin ... but sad.

mi mom iz goin to da funshine state widowt me.  i'm missin gram an sollie.

duhr.

u know wut dis meenz ...

unmashed food fer a week. (anna vakashun frum bloggin i'm afrade!)

see u all later.

luv--jh

pee ess--mi brudder mickey wen to see da grate an byootiful dr. landefeld today.  he hadda blood test fer "hyperthyroid." 

yup ... mi brudder wooda liked dis!

well, mi mom an i were orderin sum stuff frum pet medz an we saw da pikshur uv da laffin beegul.  mi mom sed:

"Oh Jeter, that puppy is so adorable."

den i happened to see da followin on da nex page:

ar u kiddin me? d-o-gz do dat?

now i'm laffin an laffin!

(an i can imajin mi brudder at da bridge laffin, too!)

i reelee hope mi frend titus duzzen't do dis.

Farewell Whitey ... See You at the Bridge!

That's what Derby and Ducky said ... See you at the Bridge!  I want to thank you all for the kind and sensitive comments you left Jeter and me.  Yesterday was a difficult day ... today we found Whitey a spot near TM, Sid, and Kallie.  It's a part of life for us animal lovers.  We're lucky if our friends are with us for twenty years or more. Sometimes we have to say goodbye too soon. 
Flat Skeezix and the Food Lady actually had the distinct pleasure of "almost" meeting Whitey.  Skeez captured his essence on his blog today.
We're an unusual group of friends, aren't we?  I feel like I know you all ... and I love you.
Thank you.
Roberta

farewell whitey ford-1997-2010

dis afternoon, mi brudder whitey ford was helped to da bridge by dr. kimmel.

dr. landefeld sent him to dr. kimmel becuz he wuz so sick ... an dr. kimmel wuz gointa do adishunal testz.

mi mom made da final decishun. 

it'zza sad day in mi howse. 

whitey liked to keep to hizself.

he wuzza good frend to me.

u mite or miten't remember dat he wuz da one hoo fownd me wen i ran away las yeer.

i will miss him.

goodbye mi frend.

sunday stuff

i'm back brudderz an sistahz.

mi sistah deb choze a winner dis mornin ... an da winner uv da yankee toaster iz local ... so i will havva pikshur uv da winner wid da toaster soon.

in da meantime ... stuff haz been happenin heer.

furst ...

remember da poop on da roof?  well lookit wut i happened to see da udder day.

cood da pooper be dat stoopid kitten joba?

or ... izzit a racoon?

on one uv her walkz ... mi mom saw a truck dat sed da followin:

"Mister Doody to the Rescue"

she laffed an laffed an den fownd owt dat he remoovez poop frum da acrez of land in sandz point.

i wunder if mister doody can walk on da roof.

in udder nooz ... dat introoder haz sorta adopted owr backyard.

can anyone tell if it'zza girl or a boy?

it hazza tiny meow dat it yoozez evreetime mi mom servez him/her dinner.

...

i wanna wish all da dadz a happee father'z day.

mi dad gave me a home uv mi own.

i luv him.

thank u fer supportin mi mom

dere will be a winner brudderz an sistahz ...

mi mom jus returned frum yankee stadium ... an tomorrow she iz doin a long trainin walk ... so da winner will be chozen tomorrow afternoon!

wut da?

duzzen't anyone wanna yankeez toaster?

duzzen't anyone wanna make a donashun to susan g. komen fer da cure?

u know ... sumday dat toaster will be worth sumthin,

jus sayin.

an any money dat goez to susan g. komen iz fer a grate cause.

(an i don't hav to tell u dat.) 

 

deer brudderz an sistahz ...

i'm puttin on mi yankee cap fer a speshul raffle.

i'm rafflin mi noo york yankeez toaster dat i got in da mail recintlee an hav not yoozed.

u mite say "What do I want with a Yankees toaster Mister Jeter Harris, hizself?"

well ... why wooden't u want it?

we all like toast don't we?

why wooden't we want to eet toast dat hazzaon it?

duhr.

so heer'z wut u do ...

evree $5 u donate to da susan g. komen for the cure in support uv mi mom ... u will getta chance to win dis fabyoolus prize. (an ... u will be helpin to find a cure fer brest cancer.)  if u donate $10 ... 2 chancez.  $30 ... 6 chancez.  do da math!

we will be choozin da winner on june 18th ... so be in it to win it!

click on da pikshur uv me an da toaster.  it will take u to da donashun paje.

dis shood be grate!

(oh  ... an in da "personal note to participant" rite da number uv chancez ... jus in case mi mom'z head izzen't werkin!)

saturday'z poop

az mi mom walkz arownd da nayberhood ... she seez all kindza stuff.

one day she wuz takin pikshurz uv signage.

she saw dis sign in manorhaven.

i like it. it'z to da point.

da nex sign iz on her walk in sandz point.

da peepul dere havva lot to say ...

so ... "why all da signz?" u mite be askin.

well mi frendz ... da followin pikshur mite be disturbin to sum ... but, despite da warninz ishyood by mi frendz raypod an raymond an busby ... i am showin u wut i fownd on mi roof:

so i hav written a sign uv mi own which mi squillion, laffin an laffin iz holdin:

an i hope da stoopid d-o-g hoo pooped on mi roof can reed.

da end.

wonderin on wednesday

good wednesday mornin brudderz an sistahz!

i hav been verree bizzy dis mornin.

furst ... i vomittid 3 timez in da master bedroom

den i yoozed da litter box mi mom put in da master bedroom fer me ... u know ... da noo one wid "yesterday's news" litter in it.

frendz ... not only wuz it fraygrent ... but i left doze little noozpaper pellitz all over da floor. it wuzza reel treet fer mi mom an dad! (well ... it wuz fer mi mom ... mi dad iz still tryin to sleep.

so now i'm jus hangin owt waitin fer sum brekfast.

"why am i waitin?" i wunder.

i werked so hard to get mi mom owtta da bed.

it'z alwayz sumthin.

chillaxin on sunday

 

well ... i hav been takin it eezy since i met doze byootiful doctorz in da big truck.  sumtimez i get in frunt uv da door an pretend i wanna go owt ... but i don't make a big deel abowt it. (after all, brudderz an sistahz, it haz been in da 90z an inside iz so much cooler.) mi paw iz gettin better ... altho i wuz holdin in up kinda wimpy today.

...

az u know ... i don't ware clothez.  my mom bot me dis brest cancer neck thing an i did ware it fer her.  dis haz sumthin to do wid her walk an da yankee toaster.  pleez stay tooned.

woond update ... an sumthin eksitin!

jus to let u know ... i'm doin good.

i hav been takin mi medz ... an stayin inside!

da swellin haz gone down a lot ... an i'm feelin fine.

i like da attenshun. (dis mornin i got tuna juice!)

thank u fer wurryin abowt me.

luv--yer frend--ssg jeter harris

...

lookit wut i fownd in mi commentz: 

Island Vet Group said...

Hi there Jeter!

Your paw is looking so much better :) Glad to see you are doing well. Why aren't you wearing your head collar?!?

Don't forget to go visit your regular vet for a checkup on that injury in about a week - or call us and we'll scoot on back to your house.

Hope you continue to feel well!

Dr. Jaime & Dr. Angela

i'm so eksited ... a follow-up on mi blog!

now dat'z grate!

abscess ... day duhr

ah ... heer i am at 5:09 am (dat'z in da mornin) after a nite uv tryin to convince mi mom an dad to lemme owtta da master bedroom prizzin ... i meen suite.  notice i rolled up mi sleevez an had mi soke ... an mi left paw lookz surprizinly smaller dan mi rite paw.  well, brudderz an sistahz, sum uv da swellin iz beginnin to go down.  dis mornin i took mi pain medz an i'm feelin good.  i also took mi anti-b'z an i'm on da rode to recovery.

pleez ubzerv dat da collar is off. 

az if dere wuzza chance i'd ever ware dat.

da commentz on yesturday'z advenchur were pretty funny ... an i'm still laffin an laffin.

yep ... i got sum amyoozin frendz.

mi day wid da island veterinary group

brudderz an sistahz ... i hav sumthin to tell u.

today dis truck rolled up in frunt uv mi howse. 

mi mom picked me up, put me in da box, an took me rite into da truck.

if u will ubserv ... mi left paw iz abowt da size uvva baseball mitt!  i am havin sum trubbel walkin on it ... an mi mom wuz wurried.

mi dad called da byootiful dr. landerfeld an she wuz off today ... den he tride da port washington animul hospital an no one wuz dere yet ... an he wuzzen't gointa leeve me dere alone.

mi mom wuz tellin her frendz abowt it in da skool an one uv her frendz sed:

"Call my daughter Jaime.  She has the mobile unit.  She'll come to your house."

well ...arownd 4ish ... da truck rollz up ... an i wuz given da toor uv da inside.

dis iz da byootiful dr. angela martin.  she wuz verree kind an she had soft handz!

i'm gointa warn u dat da next shot iz distiurbin.  da abcess on mi paw berst an it wuzza bloody mess.  cloze yer eyez if u faint frum da site uv blood.

ewwww ... i know ... but soon after dis wuz taken ...

i wuz sokin an gettin ready fer a pedicyoor.

i went frum ewwww to ahhhh.

holdin me on da skale iz da byootiful dr. jaime wiener she hazza nice soft touch ... espeshullee wen she wuz takin mi temperchur (duhr.)

i wuzza little disappointed wen dr. martin wuz showin da werld mi weight.

jus befor mi mom brot me back in da howse ... dr. wiener fitted me fer a collar.  i told her i don't ware clothez ... but she wooden't heer it.

i havva lot uv medz to take ... an wile mi woond iz drainin i am sharin da master bedroom wid mi mom (an dad if he can take it.)

so dat's mi story ...

pleez do not ask me hoo did dis to me.

(but u shood see wut he/she lookz like!)