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Friday, May 27, 2011

Henrietta. Tough love. The life of an emotionally scarred chicken, and the Newfoundland who saved her.

The following is an article written about Bojie from a very talented author *wink*: 


Tough love beneficial? I think not. Living with Henrietta the chicken, shows the truth when it comes to matters of the heart. 

When we first found Henrietta wondering in a countryside store in NJ, she seemed, broken, beaten, defeated. Through her eyes, Bojie and I saw straight to her soul, and we knew we needed to save her. She didn't speak much, or at all for that matter, when we asked her how she ended up in NJ after living the life of retirement in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Whatever it was, had hurt her deeply, to her core, and was too humiliating to divulge. We knew, after doing some research, a bit of her history: Raised on a quaint little chicken farm in America's heartland, Henrietta showed a flair for performing at an early age. As an adult, she moved to Las Vegas with dreams of fame and fortune. She quickly took the town by storm and was cast as a genuine Vegas Showgirl. During her twenty year career shes danced in numerous shows and even headlined the infamous burlesque show Wild Chicken. Unwillingly, due to body restraints, and gravity taking over, she retired, and Henrietta lived a quiet life, far from the Vegas footlights, in a swanky trailer park near Fort Lauderdale. 

We immediately showered her with unconditional love. Bojie would not allow her to get to far without caressing her with his rough tongue. While doing so, he repeated over and over to her, that she is too good of a chicken to live that kind of life. 


Oh, don't get me wrong, Henrietta wasn't that kind of girl...I'll never forget the wincing shrill of her screams she makes if Bojie squeezes her too hard, they mimicked those she made after she found out that Bojie had spent Christmas with another woman. A turtle no less. They'll forever ring in my ears. Sure he's "slipped" in the past, but it was a Christmas party, and someone spiked the kibble, all that he knows of that night was captured in this photo, in his right mind he'd never sway:


It's not that he ever meant to hurt her, it's just that he loves her that much. The two became inseparable, and their friendship soon blossomed into a great love affair. At first, it was difficult for me to accept, but he's my son, and she makes him happy, so I've supported them as much as I can, and always make sure that she's included in our plans. She's come on trips with us all over the country, and to be honest, she's really grown on me. She's also grown emotionally. By leaps and bounds. From an emotionally scarred chicken, to a hen of entitlement, one of sass. She'd totally look people straight in the eye, if she still had hers...which, leads me to the point of my story....

Henrietta felt that she had to keep improving her looks for Bojie. As he was growing into a more handsome, debonair dog, her body began failing her. All the love he was showing her, really took its toll, and she felt no other option than to enter the tainted world of plastic surgery.
Exhibit A: The difference 3 years can make:


In her three years here, Henrietta has received, a brow lift, a combectomy, multiple beak injections which resulted in a beakectomy, a wattleectomy, and thryoidectomy. These multiple surgeries, resulted in a complete decapitation, which I had to perform on an emergent basis at home. Thank God for my medical background. I've managed to save her voice box, and her large talons are still intact. I know she has plans for other augmentations in the future. Bojie and I have been working desperately to stop this obsession before it's too late. 

When I attempted to interview Bojie on his opinion of Henriettas obsession which has rapidly turned into her demise, he just turned, looked away, and said, "I love my chick unconditionally. As for my stand on plastic surgery, no comment."

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Here's RIGSBY!

Guys, I don't know what the heck has happened to the mamma, but she's flipped her lid. First, she gets me a papa. I thought that was cool, until I had to leave all my friends and my most favorite Landseer humping butt in NJ, and move across country! I finally settled in, fell in love with my Papa (my momma thinks I love him more than I love her), learned how to rescue people from drowning, learned how to woof the word Colorado, love the weather, but they put me in the car again, and I thought we were going back to NJ judging by how far we were driving. We pulled into a driveway where I started smelling all these familiar smells, but I couldn't remember how I knew them. And, then! I was so happy! I got to see my fairy Grandmother! She was the best Grandmother ever! She fed me, and gave me water, and baths, and loved me so much, and I remember she told me I'd see her again soon when she gave me to my Mamma, but I didn't realize this was the day! Everything was going so great, but guys, we ended up coming home with this, he's something they're calling "my little brother" I don't even care if I get punished for giving my mom the finger so many times on the ride home. They deserve it. Introducing Bee Creeks State of the Union, "Rigsby":
I'm really not thrilled. But my mom told me to "sit and stay" pfff!

The kid started to growing on me, as we started to drive...and I've got to give him credit, he respected his elder, he earned his right to be close to me.



Then he felt like it was OK to let me know I had something hanging out of my mouth, this tiny little voice said, "Excuse me sir? I hate to bother you, but you've got something hanging from your lip"...we're not there yet kid. Hasn't anyone ever seen a flogger before!?

When I said he was growing on me. I meant it literally:

This is me, performing mental telepathy. I'm telling my mom how AWESOME and tolerant I'm being so that I can move her hand to the treat bag for a well deserved cookie

Someday, that pillows going to be too small for him. He doesn't even know it! Enjoy your flat Stanley days while you got em kid! Before you know it you won't be able to fit under the table!

Me and Rigsby. By the way, we're full cousins even though we're legally brothers. Good looks run in the family. 

Family Portrait

Riggs and MY papa. They're madly in love. It makes me want to toss my kibble. 

Rigsby's first sunrise (after we spent the night in a rest stop and EVERYONE had to come into the back to sleep with ME! on MY bed (I'm a little grumpy about it)



And people. It's not just me I'm worried about...this does not bode well for the dogs of war:

I have to admit. His belly is really cute. Obligatory puppy belly shot: