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Mom's other pet pages

My Other Homepage (not a blog)
My Bunk Buddy....Hieronymus
My Favorite Kitty Buddy, Caligula
Grey Sexy Bad Kitty, Persephone
Sad, Dead Kitty Natasha
Sad, Dead Kitty Vladimir

Bloggie Doggies


Boris - he's Hieronymus-shaped!

Hound Blog

Mom's Blog - don't call my mom the "B" word!

Blog With The BIG DOGS!

Blog With The BIG DOGS!

Boston Terrier Sites

Albert's World!
Bandit and Momo's Home Page
Bostons In Common
The Boston Terrier Gallery
Bwanna's Home Page
Doogie's Boston Terrier Site
Kaci & Milo
Milly Jo
Minnie and Max
Smudge's Lair

Mom made all the graphics on this site. The logo with the dog leash and tag is not a is a graphic she created by hand and mouse. (mmmm....mouse...) If you like her work, please go visit her other sites and buy her dingbat fonts and graphic CDs or hire her to create graphics for you so that she can get me treats.

Ann-S-Thesia Graphics
The Dingbatcave
Eyebalm Fine Art

Copyright © 2000, 2001 Ann Stretton. All Rights Reserved. No part of this website may be copied or reproduced.

Saturday, March 31, 2001

Hey, Look! Someone understands. So there.

barked by Plato at 2:25 PM

Friday, March 30, 2001

Mom and dad had a new person for a guest last night with Uncle Tim. His name was Josh. I barked at him a lot at first. Later we became friends, but he payed more attention to Hieronymus than he did to me....just because Hieronymus didn't bark at him but slathered him with stinky kisses instead. I'm really starting to resent this.

barked by Plato at 12:29 PM

I hate beanie babies. If I found one on the floor, I would tear it up and shred it! I would tear its head off and savor every minute of chewing the stuffing that came out of it.

barked by Plato at 12:22 PM

Friday, March 23, 2001

Wow, both mom and I are Blogs of Note over at Blogger!

Right now I'm snuggling with Dad on the couch. The day got too stressful as I was trying to defend Hieronymus and Persephone from the evil vet. I saw her poke needles into Persephone. I barked and barked. Poor Persephone! Mom and Dad weren't worried though...and they told me to shut up. I'm sure! At least I care about my brothers and sisters, Mom and Dad! You should be lucky I'd defend a cat!

barked by Plato at 7:35 PM

Thursday, March 22, 2001

Did someone say the word "vet"?

barked by Plato at 11:34 PM

Thursday, March 15, 2001

Mom got rid of the weblogs ad thing so that my blog will load faster. Thanks mom. I sure didn't like waiting for my blog to know how we Bostons are about patience. Gee, her fingernails are pretty wild today. They look like her paintings. You know how mom's paintings make me spin around on the futon because they talk to me with the glittery colors? Now her fingers will make me do that.

barked by Plato at 9:20 AM

Wednesday, March 14, 2001

Ok, Mom, I think now that I've gained a little fame on the web in my own right, I should be able to demand a little respect around here, all right? Like those dry chunks you gave me this morning...pooooey! Show me some respect, mix canned food in with Stinky's chunks, why can't you give some to me? I'm demanding it now. Or I won't eat. That's it. I won't eat my chunks until you give in. You'll have a scrawny Pappit. And another thing. I don't like the nickname "Pappit" anymore. I want to be called by my real name: "Plato." Much more dignified.

barked by Plato at 9:36 AM

Tuesday, March 13, 2001


I hit the big time!

barked by Plato at 5:13 PM

Sunday, March 04, 2001

Yesterday was really weird. Mom and Dad turned the tv on at about 11 and then left and didn't come back until about 7 at night. 8 hours of Gunsmoke. It was kinda fun. They usually don't leave the tv on for us, but I think they were recording it or something. Hieronymus and I did some conspiring...he wanted the pillow that was on the couch, but because he's been sorta defective since he fell down the stairs, he couldn't jump up there. So he asked me to get it for him and knock it down onto the floor, which I did, and which is where he sat all day until they came back home. Dad was a little mad because it's the pillow he uses to put his head on when he lies on the loveseat. Last night he exclaimed, "Aaaagh, this pillow smells like a dog!" Well, what was I supposed to do? Poor Hieronymus wanted something cushy. They went to bed early last night, naturally, putting us dogs to bed early too. I hate it when that happens.

barked by Plato at 12:27 PM

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