Celebrating 22 Years of Dogs

Tomorrow my humans will celebrate 22 years of wedded bliss. They’ll take some time this weekend to reminisce about all of the adventures they’ve shared. And, naturally, they’ll remember the dogs who have been with them along the way.

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Sheffield

When my humans met, Mommy already had Sheffield. In fact, you might credit Sheffield with bringing my humans together. Sheffield and a little Beagle named Abby were friends, which made my human mommy and Abby’s mom friends. Abby’s mom was dating my human daddy’s friend, and Abby’s mom and my human daddy’s friend decided to fix my humans up on a blind date. (It got a little confusing there. I hope you’re still with me.) Abby’s mom gave my future daddy some very good advice before that first date: You have to win over Sheffield. Without Sheffield, you don’t stand a chance. Daddy took that advice, showed up with a big bone for Sheffield, and the rest is history.

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Talbot

One thing led to another, and my humans marched down the aisle September 16, 1995, in Houston, Texas. A guest at their wedding just happened to own two Golden Retrievers, brothers Bow and Arrow. At the reception, he and my humans talked about his plans to breed Bow. My humans said that they would be interested in adding one of Bow’s puppies to their new family, and the guest promised to keep them posted. My human mommy still remembers the day that the phone rang (back when people actually had home phones). It was Bow’s daddy sharing the big news that he thought Bow’s girlfriend, Sandy, would be having puppies and if she did my humans would get first pick. Shortly after that, Talbot joined Sheffield and the little family started to grow.

My Sister, Lexi

Lexi

Several years into their marriage, my humans moved to a place called Galveston, Texas, a small island off the coast of the Lone Star state. Sheffield and Talbot made the move with them, and everyone settled into island life. Eventually my human mommy joined the board of the Galveston Island Humane Society. One day my humans volunteered at a pet adoption event. They were in charge of finding a new family for Alexis, an older terrier mix. Alexis didn’t have the shiniest coat and her teeth showed some signs of obvious dental neglect, so she was a hard sell. At the end of the day, no one wanted Alexis . . . except my human daddy. He had fallen head over heals in love. So Alexis came home with my humans as a foster dog. Less than twenty-four hours later, she joined Sheffield and Talbot as a permanent member of the family. In addition to her new home, she also had a new name–Lexi–because she had decided that she wanted a new name to start her new life.

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While my humans still lived in Galveston, their little family dwindled. First they said goodbye to Sheffield, and then they had to let Talbot go. It was heartbreaking, but Lexi soldiered on. She made the move with them to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and that’s when Yours Truly entered the picture. One weekend morning, my humans were looking through the newspaper. For some odd reason, my human daddy turned to the classified section (which he normally never ever did) and noticed an ad for Golden Retriever puppies in a little town outside of Baton Rouge. My humans looked at each other and said, “Let’s just go look” . . . as if anyone ever just goes to look at puppies. Before the end of that day, I had waddled my little puppy butt right into my future human daddy’s lap, planted a huge kiss on his cheek, and I was all set to become the newest member of the family.

Tallulah Bee

Lexi and I shared our humans for several years before she too had to leave the family. I was an only dog for a while. That’s when my humans got serious about researching responsible Golden Retriever breeders. They discovered Rhythm Golden Retrievers in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, and got at the end of a very long waiting list. Meanwhile, the humans decided to make a move from Baton Rouge to New Orleans. The day they closed on their new house in the Crescent City, Mommy received a text: Rhythm Golden Retrievers had a new litter of puppies and one of the girls was going to be our newest family member. It wasn’t the best timing, but it was the best news. Tallulah Bee would be joining our family.

So my humans have seen 22 years come and go. They’ve had the heartbreak of saying goodbye to Sheffield, Talbot, and Lexi. But they’ve also had the joy of filling their lives with the unconditional love of man’s (and woman’s) best friend every single day of their married life. Tallulah and I are so happy to celebrate this anniversary with our human mommy and our human daddy, and we hope to be right there by their sides to celebrate many, many more.

Cheers, and happy 22nd Anniversary!

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Sunday Sisters: September 10, 2017

Final Update on the Pet Supermodel Contest

Notice that giant cat just over our shoulders? Well this photo seems appropriate for what I’m about to tell you. The results won’t be official until this Tuesday, but I fear that Tallulah and I failed to win, place, or show in the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest. On the last day, at the last minute, we lost third place to a cat–a cat!–that chased us from behind by more than 100 votes and snuck ahead of us as the contest ended.

Oh well, that silly cat may have third place, but Tallulah and I have the best friends ever. Thank you so very much for supporting us!

 


One Final Vote Request . . . and a Big Thank You

Hi, friends. Tallulah Bee here. My sister, Harper Lee, is off getting her hair done. Isn’t that so supermodel of her? Anyway, this is it. It’s the final day of voting in the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest. You think you’re excited? You should see our human mommy/blogging assistant/campaign manager. 😉 Thanks to all of you, Harper Lee and I are currently in third place. Great job, friends!

But you know what they say: It’s not over until the fat lady sings . . . or, in this case, until the puppy dog howls. Everyone is making a mad dash for the finish line–especially all of those cats that are chasing us–and goodness knows we don’t want to be caught from behind. So on behalf of my big sister and my human mommy, I’m staring into your soul with my sweet puppy eyes and asking you to vote one more time. Click here and then scroll down to click to page 5. You’ll find us at the bottom of page five, and then you know what to do. Remember, you can’t vote until 24 hours after your last vote and you can vote from multiple devices (once from your computer, once from your phone, once from your tablet, etc.). Voting ends today at 5 p.m. eastern time.

If Harper Lee and I place in the top three, we’re donating our prize to Zeus’ Rescues, a New Orleans shelter that welcomed pets from Hurricane Harvey and that in all likelihood will be doing the same for those displaced by Hurricane Irma. From the bottom of our Golden hearts, Harper Lee and I thank you more than you could imagine for supporting us this year. You truly are the best!


Cheers to You . . . Please Keep Voting

Cheers to you, friends! Thanks to your Pet Supermodel Contest votes yesterday, Tallulah and I shot up from eighth place to third place. Amazing! Oh, and just for the record, that glass of wine isn’t mine. It belongs to my human mommy/blogging assistant/campaign manager. She got it into gear and worked her tail off yesterday, so Tallulah and I let her take a little break last night.

But the break is over and it’s time to get back on the campaign trail. We have a cat chasing us for third place. A cat chasing a couple of dogs? That’s just not right . . . and it would be really horrible if a cat actually caught us. Talk about embarrassing. So you know what to do. Click here and scroll down. Then go to page five. You’ll have to scroll down again on page five, but you’ll find us there. Then just click inside the VOTE box. Remember . . . you can vote once every 24 hours (so if you vote at 10 a.m. one day, you can vote again at 10:01 a.m. the next day) and you can vote once from each device you own (computer, phone, tablet, etc.). Hang in there with us. Voting ends tomorrow at 5 p.m. eastern time and we want to finish in the top three so we can give our prize to Zeus’ Rescues, a local shelter that is helping pets from Hurricane Harvey.

Thank you so very much . . . and cheers!


(Not So) Wordless Wednesday: Supermodels

 Tallulah and I want to be supermodels . . . and we want to help displaced animals from Hurricane Harvey. The Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest is underway and we need your votes to be top dogs in our human daddy’s company competition. If we place in the top three, we’re donating our prize to Zeus’ Rescues, a New Orleans shelter that has taken in animals from the path of Hurricane Harvey . . . so your vote really makes a difference.

It’s pretty simple. Click here. Scroll through the pages until you find our picture. Click the VOTE box. You can vote once every 24 hours from multiple devices (once from your computer, once from your phone, once from your tablet, etc.). Feel free to share . . . and thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Sunday Sisters (Tuesday Edition): August 29, 2017–TIME TO VOTE

Remember more than a week ago when I promised you a special Saturday edition of Sunday Sisters with our photo entry for the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest? Then along came a certain fella by the name of Harvey . . . as in Hurricane Harvey . . . and our attention was diverted to friends and family in the Houston area. We’re happy to report that everyone we know and love is in relatively good shape, but the story is far from the same for so many. The area still faces seemingly insurmountable challenges, and the recovery will be long and hard, so we ask that you keep the people (and animals) of Texas in your thoughts and prayers. Here in New Orleans, we started feeling the first of Harvey’s rain bands yesterday. Tallulah and I have plenty of food and our human mommy has an adequate supply of wine (as long as this thing isn’t too long or too bad 😉 ), so we should be ok. With all this Harvey stuff, we’re more than ready for a fun-filled diversion. Bring on the Pet Supermodel Contest . . . and get ready to vote!

I present to you our photo submission for the Impact Advisors 2017 Pet Supermodel Contest. The competition is tough and we’re getting a bit of a late start, so Tallulah and I could really use your votes. It’s pretty easy. Click this link to go to the contest website. There are several pages of pet photos, and the order changes every day, so you may have to scroll through a few pages to find our photo. Then you just click the VOTE box. You can vote once every 24 hours through Friday, September 8, at 5 p.m. eastern time. (That means that if you vote at 10 a.m. one day, you won’t be able to vote until just after 10 a.m. the next day.) And our humans have discovered that you can vote once from each device you have . . . one vote from your computer, one from your phone, one from your tablet, etc. We’re pretty sure that’s not cheating. Feel free to share this post with friends, because if Tallulah and I finish in the top three we’re donating our prize to Zeus’s Rescues at Zeus’ Place. They’re currently sheltering pets who were in the path of Hurricane Harvey, so they really could use the help.

Remember . . . vote early and often. In this case, it’s ok. 🙂 And Happy Tuesday!


A Total Eclipse of My Nap

Yesterday was odd. Slightly before 1:30, just as Tallulah and I were deep into our mid-afternoon pre-dinner naps, Mommy started opening all the shutters in the house. (Normally the shutters stay closed during the day. Something about keeping the blazing sun out so that the air conditioner doesn’t run non-stop so that the electricity bill isn’t sky high so that we can still afford dog treats. Tallulah and I are totally behind that reasoning.) And then she said, “Wake up, girls. We’re going outside so that we can experience the eclipse.” Whatever. As you can see, I had no problem continuing my nap outside.

But something was a bit off. Even Tallulah noticed it. It was strangely dark for the middle of the day, and the temperature felt somewhat cooler than it should have. We didn’t hear any birds and the school children who would normally have been out on the playground were all inside. Was this that eclipse thing all the humans were so excited about? “Don’t look up, girls.” Mommy said. Now why on Earth would Tallulah and I even think of looking up? All dogs know that food falls on the ground–it doesn’t hover in the air–so our eyes are generally focused downward.

And then she said, “Let’s get our official Solar Eclipse 2017 photo, girls.” Seriously? The first attempt was a dud. I was yawning (did I mention that this was my nap time?) and Tallulah had some shadow on her nose. Hey, wait a minute. You don’t think that was the eclipse thing, do you?

The next attempt wasn’t much better, but this is it: the official Harper Lee and Tallulah Bee Solar Eclipse 2017 photo. Whoop de do! We only had 75-percent coverage in New Orleans, so it wasn’t like we were seeing stars or anything, but I guess for Mommy it was pretty exciting. For me? It just turned out to be a total eclipse of my nap.

While our official photo wasn’t such a big deal, we did get a kick out of these two pictures. They’re from our Twitter friend Susan Whelan (@nolamaven). She Tweets and Instagrams about all things New Orleans. Here in the Big Easy, we know a thing or two about cooking, so it’s only natural that we’d turn to the kitchen to find the perfect utensil for viewing an eclipse: a colander. And of course the whole experience would have to include some sort of canned beverage. And just look at those images of the eclipse. Perfect little crescents in the Crescent City.

We’ll have to wait another seven years for the next solar eclipse. Tallulah will be just shy of her ninth birthday, and seven more years would put me at just over 15 years old. It made Mommy a little sad to think of that.

I tried to assure her that I can make it . . . but she’ll have to stop interrupting my mid-afternoon pre-dinner naps.

Tell me about your solar eclipse experience.