tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53644802011-06-08T02:23:35.399-04:00Foxy WorldIt's Foxy's world... you just live in it.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640417893527530244noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-1123099820105460492005-08-03T16:05:00.000-04:002005-08-03T16:14:08.320-04:00Foxy Kingsley, 1986-2005by David J. KingsleyWe are sorry to have to tell you that Foxy died tonight, after a long wonderful life of at least 18 1/2 years. As most of you know, we rescued Foxy from the Humane Society of Broward County, where she was on "death row" as unadoptable, and we like to think she had a wonderful life, getting as much pleasure as she gave to us. She was able to overcome so Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640417893527530244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-1097940142247240782004-10-16T11:20:00.000-04:002004-10-16T11:22:22.246-04:00I have been very busy lately and have not had time to post. Why have I been busy? I can now finally reveal the reason...
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640417893527530244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-1067032716810389362003-10-24T17:58:00.000-04:002003-10-24T17:58:56.436-04:00Go Marlins!
I have not updated lately because I have been very busy.
But I thought you might like to see this picture of me and my favorite baseball team.
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640417893527530244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-1058983830598840262003-07-23T14:10:00.000-04:002003-07-23T14:22:22.056-04:00
I did some research (I am Motivated Foxy today) and here are some pictures of boomer balls. Also it says here that you can get ones with cereal, peanuts, mealworms and raisins hidden inside. If they made one with poop or decaying earthworms inside I could be a very happy and stinky chihuahua.Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-1058983664985282122003-07-23T14:07:00.000-04:002003-07-23T14:22:54.580-04:00
I have decided to start updating my page again. I hope you will check it out if you are interested. If you are not interested I don't care because you are not worth my time.
Here is someone who has a life similar to mine I think. Her name is Rika and she will be 14 soon. She lives in New York and has to put up with younger tigers in her area. Here is a description of her:Rika is a little Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-952953822003-06-04T14:51:00.000-04:002003-06-04T15:06:02.000-04:00Today I feel like updating.
I have been very busy lately so I have not felt like updating my site. I will update when I want and only when I want.
I just read this article about rescued dogs. I am a very cynical dog but this article is even more cynical. Who cares if every rescued dog was abused or why people rescue them. This article is dumb. But it is right that some dogs like Ariel needFoxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-943325142003-05-14T11:22:00.000-04:002003-05-14T14:06:46.000-04:00I have not been online lately because I have been very busy visiting my private physicians. I am OK of course but I may write the details of how I am doing later.
Please visit this site and then click the purple button because each click provides food for an animal in a shelter or a sanctuary. Shelters are very important because that was where I lived for awhile. You can go back and click Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-940582232003-05-09T12:02:00.000-04:002003-05-09T12:07:34.000-04:00You know how they say that if you gave 100 typewriters to 100 chihuahuas, they could solve all of the world's problems? Apparently there is a similar saying about monkeys and scientists have been testing it out. This is my favorite part of the article:Give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, the theory goes, and they will eventually produce the works of Shakespeare.Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-940578162003-05-09T11:55:00.000-04:002003-05-09T11:55:32.190-04:00After writing about my medicine yesterday I thought about it and decided that I am on a medicine strike. My dad tried to give me some medicine in the evening, wrapped in turkey and butter, but I was onto him. When he put it in with my special meatballs that my mom makes for me, I just ate around the medicine.
I haven't decided how long my medicine strike will last. When I feel like it, I willFoxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-939934872003-05-08T11:02:00.000-04:002003-05-08T11:03:09.000-04:00
I had breakfast in bed this morning or actually it was breakfast in box. Mom gave me a piece of roast beef but it was two days old and there was something in it so I would not eat it. Blecch. Maybe the thing in it was my medicine which I know I have to take but I just like to compliment it with something else. I know about the medicine but my mom and dad think they are tricking me. I thinkFoxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-939484952003-05-07T16:53:00.000-04:002003-05-07T16:54:43.000-04:00
I don't understand this picture. At first I thought the pigs were giving a bath to the tiger, like Roxanne used to give to Ariel. (I will still do "detail" work on Ariel's face and ears. I think my mom washes the rest of her, but I don't know.) I showed the picture to Ariel but she just barked at it. Some help she was.
Anyway, I can't sleep so I came online to surf the web until Mom and Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-939286162003-05-07T10:30:00.000-04:002003-05-07T10:40:26.000-04:00
This is a picture of me working on this website. It looks like a lot of people are checking it. Great. Like I said, read it or don't. Doesn't really matter to me.
I was a good girl this morning. My morning starts out when I am lifted out of bed to go outside. I don't usually jump out of or into the bed anymore, especially now that after 16 years my mom and dad are almost perfectly Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-938884742003-05-06T18:11:00.000-04:002003-05-06T18:12:55.000-04:00
Here's a story that warms my highly-medicated heart. Tinker, an eight year-old black cat (and a former stray) has just inherited a house worth $562,000.
My mom and dad have actually just renovated what will one day be my house. And that would not be my first inheritance; my sister Roxanne left me a lot of money when she died a few years ago, and I used some of it to buy a collar like the Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-938783802003-05-06T15:00:00.000-04:002003-05-06T15:00:53.810-04:00
This is the most recent picture of me. In this picture, I am trying on my bridesmaid's dress for the upcoming wedding of my two-legged sister, Linda.
I had better be maid-of-honor, or there will be ankles to bite...Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-938777552003-05-06T14:48:00.000-04:002003-05-06T14:48:25.623-04:00So anyway, I created this site while my mom and dad were out of town - again. Actually, that's OK because I am in charge of the vet's office also. I go every other day to make sure that things are running smoothly. I let them give me fluids so that they can feel like they are useful, when really they know I am there to supervise. Sometimes it can get busy - a puppy in the waiting room makes Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364480.post-938771412003-05-06T14:36:00.000-04:002003-05-06T14:36:23.000-04:00Hello everyone. I am Foxy. I am a sixteen year-old, female (spayed) rust-colored chihuahua.
I have named my new website "Foxy World" and thank you for reading. The original Foxy World was under my Mom's bed (someone else sleeps there too - we'll get to him later). I used to run under there and arrange all of my toys around me. My brother used to say I looked like Jabba the Hutt, whoever he is. Foxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09026347892826722834noreply@blogger.com