Hi, everybody! It's me, Phoebe! And I know Mom said that she was going to do her first 50 Shelters 50 States post today. But as usual, she's a bit behind, and she doesn't have the promised badge back from her artist friend just yet. And also she just can't make up her mind on the dog now, because the one she had selected got adopted yesterday! Which is great, but which now means she's gotta pick out another deserving dog to spotlight. So that might have to wait till tomorrow, or even Monday.
That being the case, Tucker said I could have the blog post today! YAY!
Now, as you can see from the picture below (and most of my other pictures, too), not only am I almost impossibly adorable, I also have this little curl of hair that grows between my eyes. Mom hates to trim it, but when it gets too long it pokes me in the eye, which I really don't care for that much.
And when Mom and I are cuddling, she will often whisper to me ...
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid!
Mom says this is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I've personally never heard of him, but Mom says he's pretty famous. Anyway, Mom says this poem is very true of me, since I am a little girl, and I do have a little curl (right in the middle of my forehead and everything!) And yes, that is all true, so we are in agreement on that part. And the part about being very good indeed. Yep, that's me. I always try very hard to be a good, good girl! But horrid? Well, I NEVER! So what do you think, friends? Any lawyer types out there think I have grounds for a libel suit? Not that I would ever sue Mom, but I still don't think it's nice of her to call me names.
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| Me, with my curl!
Well, have a great weekend, everybody!
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8 comments:
Awww beautiful Phoebe!! You are indeed very good and with a gorgeous curl on your forehead too!! But horrid!?!?! Awwwww! Your mum meant, happy! Happy Phoebe! :-) Take care
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Phoebe you aren't horrid at all!!!! Your Mom was simply reading the poem to you cause the curl on your forehead reminded her of it.
Don't be sad, you aren't horrid!
Your're not horrid, Phoebe, but you're so cute with the curl in the middle of your forward. Mom knows you're a good girl, so don't worry your pretty little self.
Hey, Phoebe, You certainly have a cute face, curl and all.
Oh no, this is just not right. I would insist she not call you horrid even if it means re-writing a famous poem! BOL!
Your pal, PIp
Horrid? Hmmm. Well, you are a woofie and all, but then again, that's a really cute curl. Are you ever just plain bad? Maybe we can all settle on naughty? Horrid's a little harsh.
Horrid? That's just not nice. You're too adorable to be horrid.
Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar
Phoebe, I don't believe for a second that you could possibly be horrid. But since your mom was quoting Longfellow, it was best that she keep the verse in tact, even though the last line isn't applicable. I wanted to thank you for your note when my father passed. It was a rough week, but the nice thoughts from people I've never met in person were very comforting. Thank you so very much.
jana
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