Oh my goodness! This month has flown! This is the last week to get your favorite pet photos in for the Pet Lovers Photo Contest & Giveaway. We start voting on the People’s Choice award this Friday! Have you seen our Pinterest board?
Well, today we were supposed to have the crazy, awesome Lynn Donovan here with us, instead her Yorkshire Terrier has hijacked her computer and is holding her ransom until I deliver his message. So without further ado:
My name is Binx. I am a Yorkshire terrier, although my daddy calls me a Yorkshire Terror. I think that means I’m more special than a terrier. You’ve heard of “teacup” terriers? They are little bitty dogs. I was supposed to be 8-10 pounds, but I am 14 pounds. So, my size is called a “Teapot.” My mommy thinks that’s funny. I don’t get it.
I was named after a Star Wars character, Jar Jar Binks. Only, my mommy spells mine different. I’m not sure why she named me after this guy. He doesn’t look anything like me…but Mommy thought it was the right name for me and I tend to agree. Although she calls me Binxy a lot too.
Anyway, I like Daddy, but I love my mom. She and I have been together since the day my breeder handed me to her. I rode in between Mommy and Daddy that day for a long time and then we got to our home. My daddy doesn’t have hair on his head, so for the first three months of my life, I wrapped myself around his head while we all slept so that he wouldn’t get cold. It was the least I could do for him. Poor puppy!
I helped my mommy at her job. We rented rental cars to people. I sat on her desk and entertained the people while she filled out their paperwork. They were funny people. They would squeal when I woke up and say silly things. For example: Oh, I thought that was a statue! I don’t know what a statue is but when I woke up and stood up to greet them, they were always surprised.
I protected my mom from field mice while we were at the office. I could track them down and stare them into submission so she was safe at all time!
Now, my mommy is a writer. I love it when she writes because she sits on her bed with the computer in her lap. I lie on the bed and protect her with my eyes closed. Charlie and Honey lie with us; Charlie on the bed and Honey on the floor.
My mommy and daddy love to take me with them for long drives. We bring our bed with us. It is attached to Dad’s truck and they call it a teardrop trailer. It’s nice and warm. I sleep at their feet and keep them safe from all the wild animals that want to wander around outside of our bed. Then when we get up, I claim every single object in our area by peeing on it so that all the wild animals know I am on safety watch! They know not to mess with this Terrier!
We have these screaming things that come stay with us from time to time. Mommy calls them her grandchildren. Hmmm I don’t know. But I’m very happy when they go back to their own home. There are four of them when they are all here. I understand there are three more somewhere called Austin? But I haven’t seen them yet. Perhaps they have heard my daddy calls me a terror and that tells them to stay away from me. I hope so. *sigh*
I have a sister, Honey. She’s really big. Mom calls her a Golden Retriever. She was rescued from a shelter, so I guess it’s okay that she shares my mommy and daddy. She needed a good home and my mommy and daddy are the best!
She thinks she’s a little poodle or something, you know, cute and adorable. This is her. Go ahead and roll your eyes. I do all the time!
I have a brother, Charlie. He’s a Cairn terrier, you know like Toto, except he’s not so dark. He too was rescued from a shelter. Actually, Daddy found him and asked Mommy if he could come home to live with us. I suppose she said yes, ’cause we now share the bed with Mom and Dad. Charlie is very protective of our parents and so I appreciate him. He guards at the windows all the time and alerts the rest of us when we are in a situation that could prove to be detrimental to our Mom and Dad. For example, when the evil, vicious little people on two wheels stalk the street in front of our house. Or when the horrible squirrels threaten our safety. Oh, those horrible squirrels! One just never knows what one of those critters could do to the ones we love the most.
Also, in my home, there are three cats. Dot is a tortoise shell calico. Bella is a black and white. And Grandma’s cat is a grey tabby. Grandma has Alzheimer’s and can’t remember the name of her cat so we just call her Grandma’s Cat. She doesn’t seem to mind. She doesn’t have anything to do with us any way. She guards Grandma’s room. Bella guards the boy’s room and she thinks she is responsible for the hall and bathroom, but Charlie and me, we got that covered. We have to discuss this overlap area with her from time to time. Bella is easily persuaded to return to the boy’s room, but before long, she’s back guarding the hall.
We have a game we (the dogs) LOVE to play with the cats, although the cats do not feel the same way. It’s called, “Playing Cat.” It’s where we chase the cats and they run from us. Teehee! It’s a lot of fun. And Mommy or Daddy yells for us. I think they are proud of how fast we can run after the cats. The cats all go hide somewhere so then we have to stop chasing them.
Last, but not least, in the boy’s room, there is a tank of water. It tastes funny. Salty. And it has four bright-colored fish in it. They don’t Play Cat, or guard any part of the house, or bark, or meow, or anything. I really don’t see what their purpose is. And I don’t think Mommy loves them as much as me and my brothers, okay or the cats, because she only feeds them every other day. And she only gives them a small cube of little, bitty, tiny-wienie shrimp. But they continue to live and swim in the water. Whatever.
So that’s my life. Thank you Jennette Mbewe for having me as a guest today on your Blog. I hope you, the reader enjoyed getting to know me, ’cause I’m awesome! And I would like to ask you to vote for me, ’cause my Mommy likes winning things.
My name is Binx, and I’m a Yorkshire terror. Hehe, snicker, snicker.
If you have not met Lynn Donovan yet, you’re missing out! She is a hoot and super creative. Today, I am giving away her debut novel, The Wishing Well Curse. A Christian Paranormal story about destiny, tattoos, and ghosts! Just comment below, and I will randomly pick a winner tomorrow, August 29th at 3:30pm!
The Wishing Well Curse
Zeke Clay is down on his luck. He’s lost everything—an apartment, an education, a girlfriend, his job….
When a mysterious letter comes from a law firm in Colorado, he decides things just might be looking up. Now he stands to inherit a fortune, but it comes with a price. He must break a family curse and restore true love. What does he know about breaking a curse? And who is this Great Uncle Luther Clayton, who claims Zeke is the one? Can he piece together the clues left by his dearly departed?
Who can he trust? The Apache Indian attorney? Her great nephew? The leather-clad, Harley riding Pastor? Least of all, himself?
What about the Ghosts?
…And why does his three-year-old tattoo bleed every time he gets near the wishing well?
Lynn Donovan writes from her heart and her passion for Jesus Christ. She is a daughter, wife, mother of four and grandmother of seven who has five decades of experiences to draw from when creating her stories. She has published a collection of Short Stories, The Clockwork Dragon, and this novel with AltWitPress. She categorizes herself as the “sandwich generation” because she is caring for her mother who has Alzheimer’s and her special needs sister. She is one child away from an empty nest. She currently lives in Southwest Kansas but looks forward to building a home in Colorado.
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