wite now things still seem a wittle brurry, but I seem to have all my appendages and most of my wits about me. I just remember sleeping comfortably and then waking up blindfolded with my paws tied and and having a wicked angry headache. I tried barking, but my normally powerful super-bark has been reduced to a small whimper. My situation seems to be one of a kidnapping. My kidnappers seem to be extremely resourceful and without regard for canine care. At least they succumbed to my insistence that I start my day by reading the WSJ. Dow Jones Down again... can this day be any worse???
I have only been able to gather the following information... I seem to have traveled from the warm sunny state of Florida to some extremely cold part of New York. I have seen more snow in past few hours than I have since I was puppy.
My kidnappers are obviously unprepared to give me any type of real food. All I want is some Purina One... Instead they tried to get me to eat this Chinese but after my outright refusal and snarling, I was able to negotiate some pizza. Chinese... pshhhhh.
They keep on asking me about my parents and saying thy know about my trust funds but I am not sure why they seem to be so interested in my stash of bones in our lot in Louisiana... Maybe I was little brash in wanting to escape from my eccentric owner... Somehow pine needles seem quite comfortable compared to this blistering cold snow.
Dang this headache....
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Oh - just you wait. I'll get back at you both for this. My dear sweet boy...I can only imagine the horror of it all.
What to do, what to do...no trust fund, no stocks or bonds, no hidden accounts in a Swiss bank.
But - yes, there may be a light at the end of the tunnel. Hang on my dear plastic baby. You mother has spied a big white bag, it seems to contain some type of ritual clothing. A dress of white, which appears to be of great value. Yes that's it. I'll sell it for the ransome.
Mommy loves you. Be brave my little one...I will come to your rescue.
Touch the dress and the pug will swim with the fishes...
Hang on Percy! It is Helmi here. I am checking in with Libby on a way to rescue you. I am afraid to come there alone. After all those dog nappers might become bear nappers. Oh dear I just admitted I am not a little person, but in fact a bear. Oh well. But I might need to enlist some help from SassyDog so just sit tight and eat some of that pizza to keep from starving.
Oh, and stay warm too!
Bwah ha ha ha ha. Percy, I believe there may be but little hope for you. Pray, little doggy, pray.
Hang in their Percy! Helmi here is working on recruiting more help. Maybe you can convince your nappers to send some NY bagels and Cheesecake with you when you return to Libby. After all she needs some form of payment for her pain and suffering.
snbjork: how could you have turned on your own mother?
Helmi: stay where you are...don't put yourself in any danger!
CliffDevries: have you not noticed that my baby can hold his breath for very long periods of time? Extreme heat is the biggest danger to my dear sweet little boy...oh no, I can't believe that I just said that. If you heat up my baby...I get out the scissors...your not playing with a pansy, Mr. Lovely!
Nearbear: you are an inspiration to me...Knowing that you are sending out the masses, has helped to ease my weary soul.
Oh dear, you poor little lost puppy. Eat well, stay warm, and you will be home soon.
Susan
http://www.raisin-toast.com
WOW it is just too weird to be true! Dear Percy jetting around the country please take great care with him, his Mommy just couldn't take it if anything happened to him.
I'm rounding up my posse, and sooner or later your going to get your come uppance!
Go to:
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I expect that there will be more, so watch your backs.
Libby and her gang of wild and crazy women are hot on your trail! You better have eyes in the back of your head. You just don't know what we are capable of!!! Hold on Percy!!
Wow! This is just too much!
Sweetie
This is the police, on a great big bullhorn...
Give the doggie back.... NOW!
Enough is enough and his mama is fretting something awful for her little Percy. I mean, she might end up getting so upset that she has to have knee surgery or something.... and then this will all be on YOUR head!
Have you no decency at ALL?
Can't you see that the poor little poochie named Percy is pining for the chance to pee on his own pine needles??
Ptoooie on you! Patooie I say!
I seen yo' Momma's post on Calf & Gizzard's, and had to get involved.
Hang in there, Percy! Snoop Dogg is goin' to get these pimps, and get ya back to yo' Momma! I'll come up there and smoke booty, and get ya home befo' ya know it.
Stay strong, Percy. My posse is in the hood. They got your back.
Snoop Dogg
http://snoopdoggadventures.blogspot.com/
Okay, listen up, you big galut. I have ready at my disposal all 1 million people that live in Maine. That includes some IMPRESSIVELY large lumberjacks, very muscular lobstermen, farmers, state legislators, those who bottle Poland Spring Water, the entire University of Maine football and hockey teams and all 350 hogs from my ex-husband's farm. Release that pooch or the roaring sound you will hear is the Maniacs headed your way!
Set Percy free!!! Hang in there little guy!!!
Yes!!! Let Percy goo!!! If you don't I'll send you some rain from Belgium!!! Ha!! You'll never know what hits you!!!
ooops!! I meant "let Percy GO"!!!"
I am glad to see that Sassydog and Snoop Dog and others have made their way here. The posse grows!
This here is HOwie, and I'm Aunty Nutty Nea's friend. My mom said to tell you to send back Percy or else she is going to mail me to you. And you really don't want that. Just ask my sister, Annie. I fart alot and like to yell obnoxious things at the TV at innopportune moments.
Return Percy to Libby! Shame on you. You've just gotten one federal agent involed, don't make me get back up!
Percy, hang in there and stay calm! Troops are forming all over blogland. You'll be back home safe with your mama before you know it!
My fedral agent friend has put out the word!
crazymranch[at]blogspot[dot]com
My doggie better come back with all his paws...toting a bag full of bagels and a big ole NY cheesecake!
Women of Blogland have united as one!
Percy, dear Percy... Have they frozen your poor little yayas off making you sit on that snow bank? Don't you worry, little guy, your mom is hot on your trail. She's gonna get you back home, you wait and see...
Helen G.
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