The Princess With Four Paws.

   My human name is Her Royal Highness Prissal Nicole McWhistle.I'll be laying down my infinite wisdom in all things furry .

First , let's get to know all the important things about ..well,ME of course.

  I don't know where I was born.It was a hot steamy day in June 2001.I was found on the interstate by the Greenbrier exit with my sister (who incidently was found to also reside in St.Albans..long story will sniff that out later.)

  A nice lady saw us and took us to the Kanawha Animal Shelter.Then one day Verizon was having a stress relief day.There was a bunch of us adopted that day.Let me give you the low down of how I met my sissy.

   Our eyes met across a crowded lobby.Meg had promised herself that no she wasn't going to go down and look at the puppies.But,ahh it was fate.She held me , and I gave her my best face licking..it was kismit,it was luck, a five buck deposit and after work I was on my way to Nitro and my Kingdom.

   I was named by my mom-mom Lou.She said I looked like I was a prissy lil puppy.The name stuck and almost 5 years later well..the stories I could tell. 

I have one furry partner in crime a stray cat named Peepers.Cats and I well he sniffs me..I sniff him.It's a tolerance thing..more about him later.

I decided that I wanted a column, so here I am paws typing furiously.Keep your nose tuned to this column for the fun and a recap of a few of my favorite adventures .The McDonald's snake, the Epsom Salts Fiasco,The infamous bologna wrapper incident... 

Since we are getting to know each other .I'll begin by regaling you with a few of the Princesses' favorite things .

Until later keep your nose in the air and don't stand by any fire hydrants.

Bow to the WOW

Prissy

My daily routine:

Get Meg up every morning without fail,be it workday or weekend at 5:30am.Sure she whines,but doggone it ..it's my job.

Next a game, a wonderful almost hour long tennis ball game .Ok,so sometimes it goes under the sofa..that's what those extra long curtain rods are good for

Time then to get my bark on when Meg heads out the door for work.I figure she's up,mom-mom;s up..i'm up ..it's only fitting I get the rest of the sleeping slackers in the neighborhood up and at em!

A good morning shout out to my dawg BoDoofus.His real name is Taz,but let's just say his kibble is short a few bits if you dig what i'm sayin.Then it's off to scratch and sniff,eat me some good ole dried chicken strips, and drink a big ol bowl of water.(it's been said I have the kidney capacity of a small elephant.)

Well, then home comes sis.It's that time.BYE BYE Ride time.Off we go in my Hyandai Sante Fe .It's time for the Princessto get her favorite Wendy's junior hamburger ..plain please.At Donalds (McDonald's to those of you who aren't on a first name basis with Ronald..fame has it's perks.) I enjot at least as many coffee creamers as I can get without seeing my humans hauled off in handcuffs..and believe me that orange jumpsuit won't do a thing for Meg's fashion style.and those prison sandals..you won't see this diva dog munching on that anytime soon.

I end my luxorious ride with what my mom-mom Lou calls my parade route.This routine started when I was just a mere slip of a pup I had to get a blood test , they told me to stand in the front window,wind blowing in my face, ears flapping and hold my paw out to the peasants ..I mean townspeople so they could offer up their symphathy.Now every time we go down second avenue I know it's heads up time for the Prissy parade..ahhh the adoration.

     Another ball game, a treat or two and then it's off to my bedroom (I don't know why Meg calls it the dining room ?) Bottom line life is good even if I have a few bad dog moments.

That a start....more to come ....