Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Great-Great-Great Grandma Sally Fox
I have learned that Mummy's dear friend Deb in Tennessee may be our long lost cousin. She has found in her genealogical research an ancestor named Sally Fox!! Well, I am a fox, and Mummy was originally a "Sally" though she did not know she was named for anyone in particular. Coincidence?? And now Deb has discovered one of her great-great, great?-great? grandmothers was Sally Fox! It must mean something, yes?
Foxes of the World Unite
Dear Spuzzy,
You've not spoken in so long, I forgot what you sounded like! Stuffed foxes of the world unite or untie. Yes, untie your shoes and booties and run free, bare-pawed or bear-pawed. Wait a sec, it is winter and too cold to get rid of those booties, yet. N'est-ce pas?
I think flame throwing sounds fun - where do we go to do it? Who do we throw flames at? Is this going to be a throw-down, show-down? What does it all mean?
I have decided to devote my life to ending speciesism. Last week was inspiring celebrating the achievements of Dr Martin Luther Kingfox. Yes, I have a dream that all God's foxes and dogs and cats and even stuffed foxes and dogs and Garfield... well I'm sorry, but I do forget where I was going with this. Oh well.
Oh, and yes, for the record, I just want to make sure that everyone is very clear that I am not in any way, shape, or form related to Condoleezzzzza Riceball. I saw her on the TV last night watching the State of the Union address and though she kind of resembles me with that Spuzzyesque snarled mouth, we are not cousins, not related and have nothing in common whatsoever. Whereas I am made of stuffing, I am certain that she is made of something very bitter and toxic to humankind and foxkind and even planet Earth, indeed. Do not think for one second that the Z's in our names unite us. They do not. She has proven herself to be part of the alien race and if it were up to me, I'd send her back in the spaceship on which she arrived.
Dreaming of Democrats!
Spuzzalina
You've not spoken in so long, I forgot what you sounded like! Stuffed foxes of the world unite or untie. Yes, untie your shoes and booties and run free, bare-pawed or bear-pawed. Wait a sec, it is winter and too cold to get rid of those booties, yet. N'est-ce pas?
I think flame throwing sounds fun - where do we go to do it? Who do we throw flames at? Is this going to be a throw-down, show-down? What does it all mean?
I have decided to devote my life to ending speciesism. Last week was inspiring celebrating the achievements of Dr Martin Luther Kingfox. Yes, I have a dream that all God's foxes and dogs and cats and even stuffed foxes and dogs and Garfield... well I'm sorry, but I do forget where I was going with this. Oh well.
Oh, and yes, for the record, I just want to make sure that everyone is very clear that I am not in any way, shape, or form related to Condoleezzzzza Riceball. I saw her on the TV last night watching the State of the Union address and though she kind of resembles me with that Spuzzyesque snarled mouth, we are not cousins, not related and have nothing in common whatsoever. Whereas I am made of stuffing, I am certain that she is made of something very bitter and toxic to humankind and foxkind and even planet Earth, indeed. Do not think for one second that the Z's in our names unite us. They do not. She has proven herself to be part of the alien race and if it were up to me, I'd send her back in the spaceship on which she arrived.
Dreaming of Democrats!
Spuzzalina
Sunday, January 13, 2008
True Breathairian
I've been prompted to explain my lifestyle commitment to Breatharianism! It is all about the Breath - the Prana. Or is it Praha?
Yes, I did mean to say "Praha" - one of the great cities in the world, where life is beautiful and sumptuous and richly textured and I'm lobbying for Ma-Maa to take me there in our great travels that we are sure to take someday. She has not been there since 1970, which was truly a stupid time to visit because the Communists had clamped down on everything after the Prague Spring and nothing was fun or even funny any more. Maybe Jacqueline will take me there next time she goes - I believe she has had more luck than Ma-Maa in this regard.
But I digress as we foxes tend to do. You see, I live solely on air. It is far better than being just a plain old vegetarian, or a vegan or a live food cultist as Ma-Maa has aspirations for, or a fruitarian. It is the purest of the pure. I don't feed my body any of that toxic stuff called food! Now, it has been explained to me that this path takes a couple years of transitioning with "Yellow" food. But why not eat just purple food? I like purple. Ma-Maa likes purple, grapes and eggplants, and grape soda, and purple cabbage (well maybe not!), and plums, and purple green beans, which doesn't make sense at all, and purple carrots and dark purple beets. Mmmmm -borscht! I could get behind such a plan. And of course, there is chocolate - yes, that is almost purple, isn't it? We foxes tend to be a bit color blind, so you will have to inform me on that one.
Apparently Wiley Brooks, the Founder of the Breatharian Institute of America preaches that we should be eating ONLY McDonald's cheeseburgers and Diet Coke as they are food which will help us transition to the 5th dimensional earth. Poppycock! Ma-Maa's friend Kamalla was a student of his in the 80's in Marin County and it is TRUE, she ran into him in the San Rafael McDonald's eating this absurd diet. I don't see how he has the gall to call himself a TRUE Breatharian. No, I am the truest of the true Breatharians. And nobody has to tell me what dimension I am in because I know from the core of my Being that it is the 17th!
Love Peace Bliss
SpuzzL
Yes, I did mean to say "Praha" - one of the great cities in the world, where life is beautiful and sumptuous and richly textured and I'm lobbying for Ma-Maa to take me there in our great travels that we are sure to take someday. She has not been there since 1970, which was truly a stupid time to visit because the Communists had clamped down on everything after the Prague Spring and nothing was fun or even funny any more. Maybe Jacqueline will take me there next time she goes - I believe she has had more luck than Ma-Maa in this regard.
But I digress as we foxes tend to do. You see, I live solely on air. It is far better than being just a plain old vegetarian, or a vegan or a live food cultist as Ma-Maa has aspirations for, or a fruitarian. It is the purest of the pure. I don't feed my body any of that toxic stuff called food! Now, it has been explained to me that this path takes a couple years of transitioning with "Yellow" food. But why not eat just purple food? I like purple. Ma-Maa likes purple, grapes and eggplants, and grape soda, and purple cabbage (well maybe not!), and plums, and purple green beans, which doesn't make sense at all, and purple carrots and dark purple beets. Mmmmm -borscht! I could get behind such a plan. And of course, there is chocolate - yes, that is almost purple, isn't it? We foxes tend to be a bit color blind, so you will have to inform me on that one.
Apparently Wiley Brooks, the Founder of the Breatharian Institute of America preaches that we should be eating ONLY McDonald's cheeseburgers and Diet Coke as they are food which will help us transition to the 5th dimensional earth. Poppycock! Ma-Maa's friend Kamalla was a student of his in the 80's in Marin County and it is TRUE, she ran into him in the San Rafael McDonald's eating this absurd diet. I don't see how he has the gall to call himself a TRUE Breatharian. No, I am the truest of the true Breatharians. And nobody has to tell me what dimension I am in because I know from the core of my Being that it is the 17th!
Love Peace Bliss
SpuzzL
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Lucky Dog
I don't mean to sound bitter or anything, but I think you have had SOOOOOO many more privileges than I over the years.
I looked through Ma-Maa's files and found this photo of you, Nappy, and the baby Nappy's having a fine time in Florida.
I looked through Ma-Maa's files and found this photo of you, Nappy, and the baby Nappy's having a fine time in Florida.
You all got to go to Disneyworld while Spuzzy and I cried our hearts out and had a lonely Christmas back in Iowa with the electricity off due to the ice storm.
BRRRR - that was miserable.
BRRRR - that was miserable.
Why were we so spurned? Was it our snitty ways?
Not Easy Being A Fox
My dear brother Mervy,
Are we not all just simple canines? Why can't canines just get along?
You may have your blog if you want to have a blog - a dog blog, if you will.
Just please convince that sorry lot of foxhounds to stop chasing Spuzzy and me and leave us Vulpes vulpes alone.
I mean, isn't it bad enough that we carry the shame of Fox News stealing and then smearing our noble name throughout the airwaves of the world? I rather suspect that Spuzzy's long season of silence has to do with this painful humiliation.
Your sister in the canine world,
Spuzzalina
Are we not all just simple canines? Why can't canines just get along?
You may have your blog if you want to have a blog - a dog blog, if you will.
Just please convince that sorry lot of foxhounds to stop chasing Spuzzy and me and leave us Vulpes vulpes alone.
I mean, isn't it bad enough that we carry the shame of Fox News stealing and then smearing our noble name throughout the airwaves of the world? I rather suspect that Spuzzy's long season of silence has to do with this painful humiliation.
Your sister in the canine world,
Spuzzalina
Ready to Get Out of Dodge!
Dear Mummy,
Please take me out more. I am so bored sitting in my little basket with Spuzzy. I want to go to Revs, too and eat bonbons at the Chocolate Cafe and sample the licorice and caramels at the At Home Store.
I want to live at Rosie's. I know she'd appreciate me as would all the customers. They'd ooh and ah at my beautiful rusty fur (no animals were harmed in my making) and maybe Rosie or one of the other knitters would knit me some warm booties or a nice perfectly sized sweater and a muffler out of that beautiful wool she keeps in the back room. Oh mummy, I'd like that so so so much.
I want to ride around in your back-pack and go on some grand adventures like we used to. We could go to the Grand Canyon and maybe tour the Pyramids or climb up the Eiffel Tower and then eat fresh chestnut crepes on the banks of the Seine.
Let's take some girl time, go back to my roots, back to England and Bath and that great Georgian architecture. We can take a picnic up to the Royal Crescent and admire the view or maybe soar out over London in the Eye. We've never done that, you know. Then we could go have tea and crumpets or scones and clotted cream at Fortnum & Mason and mingle with the crowds at Buckingham Palace waiting to see the queen or at least, the changing of the guard.
Cabin fevered,
Spuzzalina
Please take me out more. I am so bored sitting in my little basket with Spuzzy. I want to go to Revs, too and eat bonbons at the Chocolate Cafe and sample the licorice and caramels at the At Home Store.
I want to live at Rosie's. I know she'd appreciate me as would all the customers. They'd ooh and ah at my beautiful rusty fur (no animals were harmed in my making) and maybe Rosie or one of the other knitters would knit me some warm booties or a nice perfectly sized sweater and a muffler out of that beautiful wool she keeps in the back room. Oh mummy, I'd like that so so so much.
I want to ride around in your back-pack and go on some grand adventures like we used to. We could go to the Grand Canyon and maybe tour the Pyramids or climb up the Eiffel Tower and then eat fresh chestnut crepes on the banks of the Seine.
Let's take some girl time, go back to my roots, back to England and Bath and that great Georgian architecture. We can take a picnic up to the Royal Crescent and admire the view or maybe soar out over London in the Eye. We've never done that, you know. Then we could go have tea and crumpets or scones and clotted cream at Fortnum & Mason and mingle with the crowds at Buckingham Palace waiting to see the queen or at least, the changing of the guard.
Cabin fevered,
Spuzzalina
Thursday, January 10, 2008
And So I Begin
Dearest Ma-Maa,
Thank you for creating this blog for me! I finally have a place to tell my story. I'll have to speak for Spuzzy, too. He's been so quiet for years now, I hardly remember what his voice sounds like. All those years of hiding from the fox hunters, you know, speaking softly in the fox dens.
Ta-ta for now.
Your devoted daughter,
Spuzzalina Foxfeather
Thank you for creating this blog for me! I finally have a place to tell my story. I'll have to speak for Spuzzy, too. He's been so quiet for years now, I hardly remember what his voice sounds like. All those years of hiding from the fox hunters, you know, speaking softly in the fox dens.
Ta-ta for now.
Your devoted daughter,
Spuzzalina Foxfeather
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