Diaries from the Campers of Chaos
with Blogs @ the Bottom by CaptChaos37206
Kiss Me on the Cheek.
The Diary of Patti Cake
A Pretty Girl Can Be Tough, Too.
The Diary of Romi Marie
To read more of Romi's diary, please visit http://www.dogster.com/dogs/780905
My New Nametag [11.16.09]
Big Mama had me get in the mansion tonight so she could put my new nametag on my collar. She said it's my new necklace to show off. All of us got a new one today.
Frodo doesn't have his own collar yet. Big Mama had to order new ones last week. He'll have some bling to show off along with a new collar in a day or two. Cloudi already got a collar when she checked into Camp. There must have been more big collars in the milk bucket than puppy ones last week.
Last week gave us a new brother & sister; this week gives us all new nametags. The best thing about my nametag is it has my first, middle, & last name on it plus my street address. It's just like Mojo's & Shylee Sweet's & Georgie Girl's & Romi's tag. Do you know what that means?
I GET TO STAY HERE FUREVER!
Big Daddy has said since I came back to Camp in May that I might as well be a furever dog since it is going to take a really special person to get approval to adopt me.
Well, Big Mama just made it official by giving me a last name on my nametag! It's a real relief, I have to tell you. Not that I worry about leaving Camp & going to the wrong family ever again; but it feels good to be a part of a family for real & not just as a foster.
Big Mama made a big to-do out of putting my collar with my new nametag around my neck, just like she does when the new Campers check in. She said someday maybe somebody special & smart enough will come along & want me to be their very own pup, but until that day, I am a safe & sound Camper of Chaos.
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Camp Chaos 37206
Nashville . TN
Nashville . TN
Today Is the Day [11.15.09]
Today is the day that I run amuck at Camp Chaos.
I will eat any piece of bread that you leave within my reach.
I will shred any plastic bag that contains said bread.
Granted, I take the chance of suffocating, but I do not care.
I will eat bread.
I will eat all of the bread.
I will gain 3 lbs today.
And I will be proud of it.
To read more of Georgie Girl's diary, visit
Backyard
to Here.
The Diary of Elvis
Sleepovers = Fun! [11.17.09]
I made it through the weekend without having to leave Camp Chaos & go North. Yippeee! The even better part of the weekend was getting to go have a sleepover.
Having sleepovers are a lot of fun. My girlfriend, Jamie, came over Sunday to hang out with Big Mama, Big Daddy, & me. After a little while, she had to go home, but she took me with her.
Eechie, Mama! Jamie is so much fun. She lives with Kristin & Sean & I love them, too. They let me hang out with them & sleep with them & then took me out to potty in their back yard. I definitely love being here.
There's a kitty cat here, too, that likes me okay. Well, if I stear clear of said kitty, then the kitty likes me. That's all I'm going to say about that.
I gotta go now. I'm about to go back to Camp Chaos. Can I come to your house for a sleepover next?
To read more of Elvis's diary, visit
Life As A Super Model.
The Diary of Georgie Girl
"Chaos Runs Amuck, Doggie Style" details random events that use our home as the backdrop. The setting is present tense. The characters are our multiple furever dogs and multiple foster dogs. They provide the chaos while my husband and I provide the means to an end.
Through our trials, tribulations, & sometimes tears, we aim to reduce the number of healthy companion animals euthanized annually; we aim to have more animals that are "fixed" than aren't "fixed" in our East Nashville community; we aim for all neglected, abused, and abandoned animals to have a warm bed, a full bowl, and a helping hand at the end of every day.
Please EDUCATE yourself & others on the humane treatment of animals, helping animals in need, and the benefits of spaying female and neutering male companion animals.
All good things,
Capt Chaos
