tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15684454859658487182024-02-20T13:56:42.527-05:00HoneyBear's JourneyHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-2772132485244877312011-04-17T16:51:00.002-04:002011-04-17T16:53:32.106-04:00MOM & ME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVnPgAlaTSswUI-nk9gZtSBr_8VUMGiJqFi5GH1HTFYBatAcXNcu48H_c6OFKR8YkZE-7jzFnoNhk-wQN0sL0yvwQyJ-NwX5XQ052t2Wtt5wiUcVkwvUWNacxBBvPRdrLv_Vh1XopHuAb/s1600/%252BHB+Brown+Eyes+Pose+Final.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVnPgAlaTSswUI-nk9gZtSBr_8VUMGiJqFi5GH1HTFYBatAcXNcu48H_c6OFKR8YkZE-7jzFnoNhk-wQN0sL0yvwQyJ-NwX5XQ052t2Wtt5wiUcVkwvUWNacxBBvPRdrLv_Vh1XopHuAb/s320/%252BHB+Brown+Eyes+Pose+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596658468416121298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5UjpwHwQQNS4z0ZRn9hjhm9wLQ1sNUqcCSJ95Yd5BsppWV2tTqKNVyZx4vrEjK7_yX580iIKOiQ2SFV72e_3zZIsavhqRNinXZWZk8px2GlaRkNqR_QwWK9DoPyhLuYmbHTI1XTR_pgO/s1600/%252BHB+Brown+Eyes+Final.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5UjpwHwQQNS4z0ZRn9hjhm9wLQ1sNUqcCSJ95Yd5BsppWV2tTqKNVyZx4vrEjK7_yX580iIKOiQ2SFV72e_3zZIsavhqRNinXZWZk8px2GlaRkNqR_QwWK9DoPyhLuYmbHTI1XTR_pgO/s320/%252BHB+Brown+Eyes+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596658358352452354" /></a><br />Mom just returned from California. Grandma has not been feeling well, so Mom decided to visit her and some other family members that I have only seen photos of. Dad took some vacation time and stayed home with us fur kids so we would not get into any trouble. But our behavior is always exemplary so he had it way too easy. Dad also completed some projects around the house and yard that have been on the checklist for quite a while now (smile).<br /><br />Surgery to remove my metal bone plate went well. Thank you to all for making it possible with your encouragement and donations. Only one more surgery to go and Mom says that I will have hit the jackpot! But I already know that I was a big winner the day that Mom spotted me at the shelter. My big brown eyes won over her heart in an instant and my life changed forever. <br /><br />Mom has been searching for the perfect song for me. Now you may think that is rather strange. But I kid you not! Mom chooses a song for all of her dogs (going way back when) that has special meaning and memories for each one. Can you guess my song? (Don’t peek until you have a guess…)<br /><br />It’s ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ !!!!! Now why it took her so long to choose that song is beyond me...a no-brainer, really. It’s upbeat, makes her happy and the lyrics fit both of us so perfectly…a-laughin’, a-runnin’, a-skippin’ and a-jumpin’ with you, my brown eyed girl! And that’s what we do every time Mom sings and we dance together. She says that we both are playful brown eyed girls, so I guess that makes it official…we must be related!<br /><br />The journey for this phase in my life is coming to a most successful end. And that means this chapter in my journal is coming to a logical end as well. Mom says that as my life becomes more normal, people will turn their attention to other needy dogs with stories of abuse, abandonment and loneliness. She says that it is only fair for the spotlight to shine on them now…and maybe they will receive donations and words of comfort as they follow their own path to healing. It happened for me, and I am positive that it can happen for them too because so many caring people are out there in the world. <br /><br />Mom and I have shared this heartfelt journey together and found hope, trust and love along the way. Mom never once doubted her decision to rescue me even though it was challenging in oh-so-many ways. We still look in to each other’s brown eyes and feel that connection right to our very souls. I truly believe that we found each other not by chance, but by a plan set forth by the universe. Mom’s heart somehow knew that kindness of friends and strangers would help her mend my broken body. And it has been a remarkable journey far beyond the wire crate where I had been confined for as long as I can remember.<br /><br />I am looking forward to all of the fun and yet-to-be-discovered adventures that lie ahead for me because abuse is no longer a word in my dictionary. I am happy, loved and well-cared for, and I am certain that the next years of my life will be even better than the past year has been. How lucky can a little brown eyed Chihuahua girl be?!? <br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBear<br /><br />P.S. If you want to keep in touch and hear about ongoing adventures in my new life, email me at my personal email address: paws2heart@bellsouth.net<br />I promise to write back!HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-67504499069394756812011-03-04T15:45:00.014-05:002011-03-04T20:10:13.533-05:00SUITCASE PACKED AND READY TO GO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pGdeYoFDdPLbBYO_RSqPbNYDUs3f17avYO3Q2mCSswUskqOTAHx1a8BJefs_gLVgNYhYmrMd9gDt9sIwSRUGWuGObMKu1T-NM3yCNZujJgolxfChOb549TbdGAsuUzLVezzyPuNeK8Ur/s1600/HB+Suitcase+Plea+Photo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pGdeYoFDdPLbBYO_RSqPbNYDUs3f17avYO3Q2mCSswUskqOTAHx1a8BJefs_gLVgNYhYmrMd9gDt9sIwSRUGWuGObMKu1T-NM3yCNZujJgolxfChOb549TbdGAsuUzLVezzyPuNeK8Ur/s320/HB+Suitcase+Plea+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580330614578647570" /></a><br />My bag is packed and I’m all set for my forever home. And I don’t have to go far because my official new home is right here with my foster Mom! She explained to me that on rare occasions a rescue dog may have ongoing medical problems that make them a poor candidate for adoption. Unfortunately, that sounds just like me.<br /><br />So I have joined the Open Arms Forever Ours program. This means that rescue will be financially responsible for veterinary care and surgery needs for my whole life (such a commitment). But my foster parents, now my Mom and Dad, will make certain that I am safe and loved. They will provide everything a fur-kid deserves like healthy food, treats, toys, car rides, soft laps, hugs and kisses, and love-love-love! From the beginning of my journey, everyone wanted me to find the perfect family to call my own. And I have! Whoo-Hoo! They already took me on a “test drive” and loved what they saw! I am so happy to have a last name. Just call me HoneyBear Williams. I think I’ll get a “HBW” monogrammed shirt. <br /><br />Prompting this placement decision is my need for two more surgeries. The squirrels were having too much fun outside the picture window and I jumped up and high-tailed it over to suggest they keep the ruckus down. In the process I hurt my right front leg. Dr. McKenzie (Affiliated Veterinary Specialists) determined that new-found mobility over time made the screws in my bone plate loosen up and they are causing pain. Bone density has formed nicely so removing the plate this month is a relatively simple procedure. <br /><br />Then in April, Dr. McKenzie will perform the second surgery to correct a rotated patella and affected ligaments in my left rear leg. This leg has always been shorter and surgery will enable me to shift more weight from front legs to rear legs for better balance and comfort. Dr. McKenzie has again offered a generous rescue discount of $1,500 to cover both procedures. <br /><br />Open Arms is now fundraising for my two surgeries. If you can help, all donations are warmly welcomed and no gift is too small. Clicking on the ChipIn button below makes it easy to donate and you can see how near I am to reaching my goal. Or, you can mail your check to HoneyBear, C/O Open Arms Dog Rescue, P.O. Box 354471, Palm Coast, FL 32135. Many already know how much Mom and I enjoy writing thank-you notes to you and your fur-kids. My pen and paw are poised and ready. <br /><br />Thank you to all that have been part of my life in the past and to those that will join in my journey now. Uh-oh. The doorbell rang. I think it is the Welcome Wagon lady! <br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBear Williams <br /><br />XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX<br /><br />Special thanks to Hannah of J&H Select for creating a super fundraising flyer and making a donation to get my fundraiser off to a great start. Visit her at http://www.jandhselect.com for creative promotional products and ideas for your business events.<br /><br /><object width="250" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/0604c4473a0637e6"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/0604c4473a0637e6" flashVars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object>HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-52927799089788863982011-02-08T09:51:00.006-05:002011-02-08T10:02:24.136-05:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7NqwlDKJhlmwUA5te1yTLNKTo1EcLtuXwQeo9zX_v83WGodBphylezPdNZLwMRFuGOwPobSVb5jpI20s6gPv9foxGR0G2MDO6KivoJ_sAxpWQVBvS7KuZ8wQ4sBBCAZHNwzjjTsLLMDl/s1600/%252BHB+5th+B-day+Crop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7NqwlDKJhlmwUA5te1yTLNKTo1EcLtuXwQeo9zX_v83WGodBphylezPdNZLwMRFuGOwPobSVb5jpI20s6gPv9foxGR0G2MDO6KivoJ_sAxpWQVBvS7KuZ8wQ4sBBCAZHNwzjjTsLLMDl/s320/%252BHB+5th+B-day+Crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571332067372440050" /></a><br />Today is my birthday. Mom has been trying to explain what that’s all about because I never had a birthday before…at least not that I can remember. After Mom rescued me from the shelter, I had an exam and vaccinations. The vet also looked at my teeth and made a guess that I was at least 4 years old. Mom said that no fur soul should ever be without a day to celebrate how special they are. She is not good at math, but did some quick adding and subtracting in her head and chose February 8th for my birthday. She said it was a perfect choice for me…although I had to wait many months to discover the real excitement of my very own day.<br /><br />I knew something was up when Mom started flitting around the house in her typical modus operandi when on a mission. She started blowing up something called balloons. It was quite fascinating because as her cheeks got bigger the balloons got bigger. Every once in a while she cleverly let some air out the end and teased all of us with the high pitched squeaks. Sometimes Mom is so-o-o not amusing. But we fur kids have come to expect her silly sense of humor and know that she means well. Mom tied a birthday bandana around my neck, brought out some cupcakes (one with a “5” candle on top) and then scooped me up in her arms. She flipped on the Beatles song “Birthday” and if you don’t remember it, trust me it was very appropriate. So there we were a-movin’-and-a-groovin’ to the beat, and that final dip when the song was over almost took my breath away. Mom cannot carry a tune and has no rhythm whatsoever, but none of us here will ever tell her because she has so darn much fun. <br /><br />No sooner had I unwrapped my gift when a foster sister slithered away with my new toy. She shall remain nameless because I am not a tattle-tale. (Hint: her name begins with “C” and if you have followed my journey, you know who she is.) But not to worry because our attention soon focused on some doggie-safe cupcakes and Frosty Paws that I planned to share with all of my drooling wide-eyed fur siblings. (Can you believe that there is special ice-cream just for dogs?).<br /><br />When Mom brought over my birthday cupcake and lit the candle, I got all wiggly. She told me it was time to make a wish. As I contemplated what it would be, I realized that my wish already came true several months ago when I didn’t even know what a wish was. How else can you explain my luck in finding a new life filled with so much happiness? So I made a wish that other abused and abandoned animals might be as fortunate as I have been this past year. I puckered up (Mom helped) and …swoosh… the candle flame went out. I do believe with all of my heart that my birthday wish will come true.<br /><br />The best year of my whole life has been going from 4 to 5 years old. I learned what it means to be loved, kissed and cuddled. I feel safe and my tummy is full with nutritious food and yummy treats. My health is good and my crippled legs have been repaired so that I am able to do a very unique HoneyBear version of walking. Many angels made it possible for me to reach my fifth birthday. And if you are reading this, you are probably one of them. <br /><br />Happy Birthday to me…I am as happy as can be!<br />Luv ~ HoneyBear<br />xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox<br /><br />Happy Birthday HoneyBear from Uncle Bennie<br /> <br />A Birthday wish to you from me,<br />Happiness and love for all to see.<br /> <br />Mom and Dad have gifts for you.<br />Cake and Ice Cream, Candles too.<br /> <br />Hats, Balloons, Music and Punch,<br />Bowls of Candy, Snacks to munch.<br /> <br />Today HoneyBear is five years old.<br />A few more wrinkles, heart of gold.<br /> <br />This for you I hope and pray,<br />Long Life and Health and Sunny Days.HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-59383730897285726012011-01-20T15:43:00.006-05:002011-01-20T15:58:57.521-05:00SAUSAGE AND MUSHROOM SUPREME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jqHMIORP6horUJ3zBeeannPsan7I3ZgNXypS4rlJ0KfDCg5uv9W8f5wT1MrEgWhyphenhyphenutbnxjEvg6ymmq-jsqd5-SjaCw6sIC9OpHsxn5qfZYxkpeCax0oT3qcBbYS3MFXCMf7EDC2TuEJ6/s1600/%252BHB+Papa+Johns5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jqHMIORP6horUJ3zBeeannPsan7I3ZgNXypS4rlJ0KfDCg5uv9W8f5wT1MrEgWhyphenhyphenutbnxjEvg6ymmq-jsqd5-SjaCw6sIC9OpHsxn5qfZYxkpeCax0oT3qcBbYS3MFXCMf7EDC2TuEJ6/s200/%252BHB+Papa+Johns5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374686989503634" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBcsK9SdQkvC247hLEl5l_dAPgv9ku5_ohHV3YfWFBnG3XL6QK8T1FyOrXh61HFEvM8aIYzCR49c_0AdHlfaAcqq1EhWotYrRUGXkZhoGGzZIYayUgvX1xxrFV-eMRQ8lFQsWzKrysY-e/s1600/HB+Eats+Pizza+Crop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBcsK9SdQkvC247hLEl5l_dAPgv9ku5_ohHV3YfWFBnG3XL6QK8T1FyOrXh61HFEvM8aIYzCR49c_0AdHlfaAcqq1EhWotYrRUGXkZhoGGzZIYayUgvX1xxrFV-eMRQ8lFQsWzKrysY-e/s200/HB+Eats+Pizza+Crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564372083434351042" /></a><br />Once a week, Mom tries to carve out one-on-one quality time for each of us fur kids. Today was my day. It has been cold here in Florida lately, so Mom bundled me up in my pink daisy sweater and pink collar so I would be color-coordinated for my outing. We were ready for our ride in the car to do a few errands in town. I settled in to my fuzzy pet booster seat next to Mom and off we went. All of my foster brothers and sisters were envious, but we’ve come to accept the “rotation” system. (Think “The Bachelor”). One of my brothers has a tinge of separation anxiety and we could hear him howling as we backed down the driveway until the garage door closed. He can be so melodramatic at times.<br /><br />On our way, upbeat music blared on the radio. “I’m walkin’ on sunshine…and whoo whoo…don’t it feel good?!?” We stopped by the Post Office to check our rescue group P.O. Box. Nope, nothing today. Then it was off to the vet clinic to replenish our supply of heartworm and flea preventatives. Gosh darn, that stuff is expensive, but Mom says it’s a small price to pay to ensure we remain healthy. Since she does not like leaving any of us in the car for more than 3 minutes, Mom dashes in and out of the buildings with checklist in hand. My favorite vet tech came out to say hi and pat me on the head, then waved good-bye. “Take care, HoneyBear”. Mom made a phone call and I could tell this would be our final stop the minute we pulled in to the store’s driveway. Those scrumptious smells wouldn’t lie to this nose…PIZZA!!!. Driving home with that box on the back seat was the ultimate challenge to my good nature. I kept turning around and shaking like little Chihuahuas do when we get all excited. Yep, it wasn’t going anywhere; still there temping me.<br /><br />Mom sat at the kitchen table with three slices of pizza and a Coke. Some of us quietly parked ourselves in our cuddle beds at her feet while others watched from equally excellent vantage points. She’s taught us well. Yet how she can eat and digest her food properly with all of those eyes staring at her is beyond me. Mom has proven to be pretty much disciplined about not giving us people food, and we learned early on that begging gets us nowhere. However, on this cool cloudy day, Mom ever-so-slowly began to tear small pieces off the final slice of pizza... and wait-a-minute…she was saying our names. “Cricket sit. Good girl”. “Jasper sit. Good boy”. “HoneyBear sit.” (Mom, I AM sitting.) “Good girl”. Yum-yum. I think Sausage and Mushroom Supreme has got to be my very most favorite! <br /><br />We’ve all been sworn to secrecy and absolutely cannot tell Dad that Mom was a softy today. My lips are sealed. But I can still taste cheese.<br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-11633211485023528962010-12-17T22:05:00.011-05:002010-12-19T10:28:59.288-05:00HONEYBEAR'S CHRISTMAS POEM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0HI_hjxZmJLXXjFMqv7RcidsL9qBAX6HPNGZ8IzdainkWdCTX8eyIKIdrBhSwguYeNciv2bUlTloRCVDx56IqjYtNXsoEEYezu0IKsn_CEnUtx-3UgQBSNa1tF5_CgVAXxe8a8G-2rPl/s1600/Doggie+Xmas+Tree.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0HI_hjxZmJLXXjFMqv7RcidsL9qBAX6HPNGZ8IzdainkWdCTX8eyIKIdrBhSwguYeNciv2bUlTloRCVDx56IqjYtNXsoEEYezu0IKsn_CEnUtx-3UgQBSNa1tF5_CgVAXxe8a8G-2rPl/s200/Doggie+Xmas+Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551855515870979234" /></a><br />I just had to make a new entry to my journal blog because of a very special Christmas poem that I received via email. It seems that my cute-self causes smiles and even creative inspiration. Uncle Bennie wrote this especially for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as me and Mom!<br />Luv ~ HoneyBear<br /><br />xxx ooo xxx ooo xxx ooo xxx<br /><br /><br />Santa’s Cookies Tempt HoneyBear<br /><br />Twas the night before Christmas, and all were asleep.<br />HoneyBear was searching for something to eat.<br /> <br />Her nose in the air, she detected a scent.<br />A hint of pumpkin, cinnamon and mint.<br /> <br />Where O' Where can it possibly be?<br />In the kitchen, den, or under the tree?<br /> <br />She looked to the left, she looked to the right.<br />That delectable treat was nowhere in sight.<br /><br />HoneyBear stopped, and froze in her tracks.<br />As she spotted a basket filled with snacks.<br /> <br />To heck with the other, I'll stay here instead.<br />I'll eat all night, then go back to bed.<br /> <br />Merry Christmas to all, To all a good night.<br />HoneyBear’s journey is so very bright.HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-87716334833370219762010-12-07T10:17:00.006-05:002010-12-07T10:23:35.621-05:00LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4dweGQyRFP4DXOu-WZEshSPEXBZe-Cyki4P9uhCIFQS8GjDnTOd5r4TqbhS3Z-NpqKh8Hsi8nANqk9GDSRnqSGHE7UFDltIaJWqvlCbuvAxLsA_xJXV_RtSROgIB7SLG4XTLedOdboLN/s1600/HB+December+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4dweGQyRFP4DXOu-WZEshSPEXBZe-Cyki4P9uhCIFQS8GjDnTOd5r4TqbhS3Z-NpqKh8Hsi8nANqk9GDSRnqSGHE7UFDltIaJWqvlCbuvAxLsA_xJXV_RtSROgIB7SLG4XTLedOdboLN/s200/HB+December+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547960052421119746" /></a><br />Mom’s going around the house singing along to Christmas carol music. She changes some lyrics of Little Drummer Boy to be “Little Drummer Girl” instead. That’s me. She says that I walk to the beat of a different drummer because of my leg issues. But she loves me very much just the way I am and admires my tenacity.<br /><br />Thank goodness Mom always chooses the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. You know the kind… ill-shapen, worse for wear, and the one that everybody passes by because it is far from perfect. But that tree is truly unique and has tons of character. I think Mom chose me for the exact same reason! She says that beauty is in the eye of the beholder…and she thinks I am very beautiful indeed.<br /><br />The next few days will be unusually cold here in Florida; temperatures from upper 20s to low 30s and wind chills predicted at 19-26 degrees! Mom had to fight Christmas shopping crowds at the local mall and buy herself a warm fleece jacket. And all of us dogs are mighty happy that she found our sweaters in the back of the linen closet. I am so glad the fur grew back on my leg. Brr-brr-brr. If it gets any colder, I might be able to make a snow angel. On second thought, there’s no way I’m going outside except for a quick potty break.<br /><br />This is likely to be my last update until 2011. Your family is probably as busy as ours this time of year. So have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hugs to you and all of yours!HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-30427416681496222102010-11-11T12:25:00.004-05:002010-11-11T12:33:09.029-05:00COOL BREEZE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6XAiGrcQNU8LkoLFkHRArKB53nAEBG_zF4ZWlRqVdBWWR1ilK4bLAAUkcaBEzXeGKHun-BrMXWOCDc99l__g5heQAOGh745zkFh42qFp72GzpfUr186tQ_UUDnUgwB1hh1Lsy7YoFc7M/s1600/HB+Bare+Leg2+Nov+8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6XAiGrcQNU8LkoLFkHRArKB53nAEBG_zF4ZWlRqVdBWWR1ilK4bLAAUkcaBEzXeGKHun-BrMXWOCDc99l__g5heQAOGh745zkFh42qFp72GzpfUr186tQ_UUDnUgwB1hh1Lsy7YoFc7M/s200/HB+Bare+Leg2+Nov+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538345525745250402" /></a><br />I came home after surgery and all of a sudden I’m feeling a cool breeze on my leg. I looked down and…yikes...my leg is hairless. Mom once fostered a hairless Chihuahua but I don’t think that I am related in any way. She kicked on the heater and wrapped me in a snazzy polar-fleece blanket. I could get used to this!<br /><br />Mom’s newest name for me is Marvel-Pup because every day she marvels at my ‘can-do’ attitude. I’m supposed to be taking it easy, but already I’m putting weight on my leg and taking a few steps. In fact, Mom almost had a heart-attack last evening. I was in the computer room with Dad dozing in my cuddle bed when he briefly left to answer the phone. He took a little too long and when Mom came through the kitchen, there I was! I had managed to walk up a little step from the computer room to be where the action was. I don’t think I’ll ever forget Mom’s shriek and startled look on her face! She quickly scooped me up like I was the most precious bag of jewels. Hmm-m-m. In retrospect, I think I must be. She once said that I was a diamond in the ruff. <br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-20192559997966819042010-11-05T10:01:00.004-04:002010-11-05T10:29:05.269-04:00A PIECE OF CAKE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLrtdb1hd8bg4-Xh8709T3qDMZBLilNmq0Njtna7cdofCet9xIsglPpyMDfH_s4aAlAdxWPln7puO7P2KO7zkdu4NKa2oXkwztuXMgvp0Mgc5hyphenhyphenj54oJFZUoZXRu5chOOO2LPIhlF30Gt/s1600/+HB+Piece+of+Cake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLrtdb1hd8bg4-Xh8709T3qDMZBLilNmq0Njtna7cdofCet9xIsglPpyMDfH_s4aAlAdxWPln7puO7P2KO7zkdu4NKa2oXkwztuXMgvp0Mgc5hyphenhyphenj54oJFZUoZXRu5chOOO2LPIhlF30Gt/s200/+HB+Piece+of+Cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536070582055439954" /></a><br />Our computer is back, but Mom is having some difficulty finding her bookmarks, favorites and treasured files. So please bear with us until we are back to normal…whatever that is! However, I want to give you a quick update about my surgery on Thursday. Bottom line…it was a piece of cake. Dr. Drygas was my surgeon this time around and he said that everything went just fine. I’m resting quietly with a soft blanket in after-care until Mom and Dad pick me up this afternoon. I can’t wait to begin the healing process in the comfort of my own home and familiar surroundings. Thank you everyone for all of your prayers and best wishes.<br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-28352256850631124352010-10-29T19:20:00.010-04:002010-10-31T00:07:42.304-04:00SWEET SMILE . . . SWEET POEM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubORBLVIFdIJPyNmM4bCnOXF2bkOI7nh_qejPsJs7pOEJCUag1_6rOnvIDsvIxaQAa9VEn-z6N4zQbr6aXvJxF0AOIVHM0zpK97071IRYn1kg_xwGOIYYFn7kXKYr8IwRBIAc_kyYSKuQ/s1600/+HB+Purple+Smile+Smirk.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubORBLVIFdIJPyNmM4bCnOXF2bkOI7nh_qejPsJs7pOEJCUag1_6rOnvIDsvIxaQAa9VEn-z6N4zQbr6aXvJxF0AOIVHM0zpK97071IRYn1kg_xwGOIYYFn7kXKYr8IwRBIAc_kyYSKuQ/s200/+HB+Purple+Smile+Smirk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533613023412807906" /></a><br />Why am I smiling so sweetly? Because many people I don’t even know opened their hearts … and now my leg surgery is possible. Thank you very much. Notice the beauty mark on my bottom lip? Mom carried me to the mirror and said, “See how adorable you are?” I get the feeling that she might be jealous.<br /><br />My surgery is Thursday and I am hoping that you all might say a little prayer for me. Mom’s computer will be in the repair shop starting Monday for a yet-to-be-determined period of time. She said, "Wouldn’t ya know it … Murphy’s Law". I don’t know Mr. Murphy, but Mom is not happy. We will update you as soon as possible when our quirky computer is back.<br /><br />A special poem from a secret admirer recently arrived in the mailbox. It touched me and Mom so much that we wanted to share it with you. <br /><br /><br /> HoneyBear HoneyBear<br /><br />There is a girl named HoneyBear.<br />Known by many far and near.<br /><br />Put here, she was, to test our hearts.<br />Overwhelming response to fix her parts.<br /><br />God’s little creature now walks with ease.<br />Touched by Angels, gifts of praise.<br /><br />Her journey is not over, we must confess.<br />The story of HoneyBear is one of the best.<br /><br /> Author: Anonymous AdmirerHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-48714966099972078232010-10-25T22:12:00.010-04:002011-03-01T10:21:16.622-05:00WOWIE ZOWIE!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4zp8qQdsNcNWvyuustvmnSVfaxMT8pQdb7AnJrFPOBJNCl8HtKNTBWlS3XWrFUDDL5C3ZbU2ElCgRFpPDXcuc8i6zWf8BskcXY47R0WsV_Oqm7pF6h2ioWGsgcXNh8LLzST7rwUudPmE/s1600/+HB+Mom+Feet3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4zp8qQdsNcNWvyuustvmnSVfaxMT8pQdb7AnJrFPOBJNCl8HtKNTBWlS3XWrFUDDL5C3ZbU2ElCgRFpPDXcuc8i6zWf8BskcXY47R0WsV_Oqm7pF6h2ioWGsgcXNh8LLzST7rwUudPmE/s200/+HB+Mom+Feet3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532172738222941906" /></a><br />I’m looking up at Mom with a big smile on my face. (You can barely see it, but believe me it’s there!) We have almost reached my leg surgery online Chip-In goal. Thank you very much to people from Kentucky, Ohio, New York, Illinois, North Carolina, South Carolina, Virginia, Florida … well, you get the idea. <br /><br />Mom believes that many people heard about me because a news article was written about puppy mill dogs and how they suffer at the hands of cruel people. My sad story was featured and the link will be provided on my blog so you can read it for yourself soon. Mom is calling me Little Miss Puppy Mill Ambassador.<br /><br />You can still donate via my Chip-In fundraiser until November 8. Please know that if I am fortunate to receive donations in excess of my surgery goal, they will go towards my after-care and to other neglected and abused dogs landing softly in to open arms. Thank you! <br /><br />In addition to Chip-In, two other ways to donate are:<br />PayPal via a gift to: Paw2Heart@bellsouth.net <br />Mail: Open Arms Dog Rescue, PO Box 354471, Palm Coast, FL 32135<br /><br />I am writing personal thank-you notes to everyone making my surgery possible. My little paws are getting tired already. Don't forget to continue following my progress right here on my journal blog.<br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-76656324423745364932010-10-17T21:17:00.004-04:002010-10-17T21:28:14.131-04:00HALLOWEEN TRICK NOT TREAT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAGUVwgpzeY13crroLL7k4eH32Yj5Xxo33nEQj1BkA9tKIFzXcsOVZb6hRW1Nvf98u62RIes1XMbkoLdWfAdaSJwd9L8ZLezFxgSiOz3eKUgVG5qkmK7LeIUKCSVleN_1qCspFGYz8e8A/s1600/HB+Halloween+Pose+Leg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAGUVwgpzeY13crroLL7k4eH32Yj5Xxo33nEQj1BkA9tKIFzXcsOVZb6hRW1Nvf98u62RIes1XMbkoLdWfAdaSJwd9L8ZLezFxgSiOz3eKUgVG5qkmK7LeIUKCSVleN_1qCspFGYz8e8A/s200/HB+Halloween+Pose+Leg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529190034950020114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIpNmo_-F9fJ3lxY2NsmSU4mANcTbsabb-uxwpiRXi516FBJ9sW55bpcDRDh9QwtV8yLLTZB0A27AGC9N7kesDKQEnaqM9x3KIqQiZCNOUt-zdWknqYwo1lESCUjv9CKzBp9s4peHq81G/s1600/HB+Halloween+Leg+Funky.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIpNmo_-F9fJ3lxY2NsmSU4mANcTbsabb-uxwpiRXi516FBJ9sW55bpcDRDh9QwtV8yLLTZB0A27AGC9N7kesDKQEnaqM9x3KIqQiZCNOUt-zdWknqYwo1lESCUjv9CKzBp9s4peHq81G/s200/HB+Halloween+Leg+Funky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529189792215125954" /></a><br /><object width="250" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/d2e754103b766a98"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/d2e754103b766a98" flashVars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object><br />It isn’t Halloween yet. But you now know that I received a cruel trick instead of a well-deserved treat. After being able to walk all by myself on newly mended front legs, I’ve been sidelined with a ligament tear in my right rear leg. The squirrels are much braver without me standing watch, but everyone else is sad about the latest obstacle in my short life. <br /><br />Dr. MacKenzie says that surgery will put me back up on my feet with a life expectancy of 15 years old! He assured Mom that positive factors contributing to the success of my first surgery remain the same: I am young, healthy, able to withstand anesthesia, cooperative and a remarkable healer. So I am wishing-on-a-star for kind hearts to embrace me again like you did during my last journey. Dr. Mackenzie has offered a rescue dog discount of $1,050 (normally $1,400) to help the fundraising effort. <br /><br />If you want to donate to my leg surgery fund, here’s how:<br />Click the Chip-In button on this posting to donate to my online fundraising drive. <br />Go to PayPal and make a donation gift to: paws2heart@bellsouth.net<br />Send a check in my name to: Open Arms Dog Rescue, P.O. Box 354471, Palm Coast, FL 32135<br /><br />I posed for these photos in my Halloween bandanna so you could see my funky rear leg. Mom bribed me with some treats because she says I have had more than my share of tricks lately. Please share my story with animal lovers everywhere so we are able to raise the funds needed for my leg surgery. Thank you.<br /><br />Hugs ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-27023433957958533322010-10-16T14:43:00.002-04:002010-10-16T14:47:49.447-04:00TWO STEPS FORWARD and ONE STEP BACK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARCcEOm9sAqiMSVY3HPE8IX2ULAHqTB6aatcJvb26SVgFPu-x9Ahhmu_LLdBhK2hfWn6fX9tnH7riMCLwjwC9HdOUANgUG0NpVEHb8QgZIuBLyq2DxzumT-iOb06CzD7at8jQRAdgQQ3w/s1600/zzzzzzzfrog+in+well.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARCcEOm9sAqiMSVY3HPE8IX2ULAHqTB6aatcJvb26SVgFPu-x9Ahhmu_LLdBhK2hfWn6fX9tnH7riMCLwjwC9HdOUANgUG0NpVEHb8QgZIuBLyq2DxzumT-iOb06CzD7at8jQRAdgQQ3w/s200/zzzzzzzfrog+in+well.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528716974614949410" /></a><br />Huh? What’s this photo doing on a little Chihuahua girl’s journal blog?!? Today’s update is my version of an anecdote about the frog trying to climb out of a water well. For every two steps the frog climbs, it falls back by one step making its progress challenging at best. <br /><br />As you know, I have been experiencing the joy of walking on my strong and straight front legs. Surgery changed my life as I am now able to venture over and check out a bug or paw at my foster siblings to initiate play. But apparently my backside did not fully understand that it had to keep up with my newly-acquired front end activity. After one of my excursions, I began hopping like a bunny. At first Mom thought it was a Charlie-horse, but unfortunately that was not the case.<br /><br />A visit to the vet revealed disheartening news. I have a ligament tear in my right rear leg that requires surgery. Mom is very sad so I am returning a few of the hugs and kisses that she has been giving to me. She said “HoneyBear, we are both pros at this surgery-thingie now and we can do it again!” Mom is getting organized for another fundraiser as my surgery will not be possible without donations from friends… humans and fur kids alike.<br /><br />My next journal blog will share more about the surgery, its cost and new photos of me with my injured leg. If your heart is ready to join me on yet another journey, it will also explain how you can make a difference by donating to my leg surgery fund. <br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-6074406333728870772010-10-10T20:16:00.002-04:002010-10-10T20:19:58.494-04:00DOG DAY AFTERNOON<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0MVzbfMXNvKSj6CS-Q-HENSrvhp4ydJBfRihZLJnmN7oaD5tndaBmO10lCOZ2DMlenzYuh5zQ2di36fzGXXThlbM87a9XJlrlgyy7mhylNSJngIc43iWNhLDJtTRP764pAt9ggaYVOX_/s1600/HB+Cute+Bandana.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0MVzbfMXNvKSj6CS-Q-HENSrvhp4ydJBfRihZLJnmN7oaD5tndaBmO10lCOZ2DMlenzYuh5zQ2di36fzGXXThlbM87a9XJlrlgyy7mhylNSJngIc43iWNhLDJtTRP764pAt9ggaYVOX_/s200/HB+Cute+Bandana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526576248613839682" /></a><br />Here I am in our backyard watching Mom pull a couple of weeds on this beautiful afternoon. She tells me that I am just the cutest little dog ever and that this photo proves it! Mom said that I warm her heart even more than the sunshine. And it’s pretty hot out here now so that is saying a lot.<br /><br />Mom has been sick as a dog (pun intended) and I have had a little set-back myself. When both of us are feeling better, we want to update everyone about my progress since it has been a while and there are a few developments. <br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-33566989513405526422010-09-27T15:46:00.002-04:002010-09-27T15:49:28.042-04:00FUSE or FUZE?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCo7ap9_RO4W3ZC304rE-TxOlt2Nz5iZADmDPvM3VXiEQiQLe5DWoknUwUINFOszxX_b1-VY0I0-CYmnC8v1VkAlHLteSN27YEhOZ7S3GsDejiMQEajKFtwNe7nU1hWoOgY_-u0w9us02/s1600/+HB+Crop+Fuze2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCo7ap9_RO4W3ZC304rE-TxOlt2Nz5iZADmDPvM3VXiEQiQLe5DWoknUwUINFOszxX_b1-VY0I0-CYmnC8v1VkAlHLteSN27YEhOZ7S3GsDejiMQEajKFtwNe7nU1hWoOgY_-u0w9us02/s200/+HB+Crop+Fuze2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521682547514396018" /></a><br />Mom wanted me to explain a little more in detail about my surgery. For each leg, Dr. MacKenzie aligned the broken bones and then inserted metal plates to hold them firmly in place. Over time, my body makes new bone mass around the area. The advantage of this procedure is that my straighter stronger legs enable me to walk. The disadvantage is that my ankles are fused in a way that prevents them from bending. But it isn’t really a minus in the whole scheme of things. I am able to walk on my paw pads like any other dog and can hold my rawhide chews just fine-and-dandy. <br /><br />Mom told me that she agreed to let Dr. McKenzie fuse my bones because she thought it mysteriously involved her favorite beverage … Fuze! (Yum-yum.) Of course she was only kidding, and no doubt you have become very familiar with Mom’s weird sense of humor. I’ve learned to take it in my stride and life would be pretty boring without her funny laugh.<br /><br />Mom has been challenged to take a good picture of me walking. By the time she follows me on a brief jaunt and tries to focus the camera, I spoil everything by sitting down or turning my head to see a squirrel. I hear her ‘wheels turning’ though. So maybe sometime soon she will outsmart me (not a chance) and take an ‘aw-w-w-w’ photo so all of you can see how great I am doing.<br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-14567534103899262632010-09-10T15:11:00.002-04:002010-09-10T15:14:56.980-04:00ABRACADABRA!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsOeKHmjA6dW-YRVLlDXIuSdfDa6sIjEab_bPSiVfxySdqjz5r85t7iPwCNjnewtwz8pa0Gio-3cOZI26kr8PrZxyDjDHAJW9aRT4uX45g-FtAaeXNlzB2XlsI2w0QiPXJ5txWGGVRBPP/s1600/+HB+Splints+Off+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsOeKHmjA6dW-YRVLlDXIuSdfDa6sIjEab_bPSiVfxySdqjz5r85t7iPwCNjnewtwz8pa0Gio-3cOZI26kr8PrZxyDjDHAJW9aRT4uX45g-FtAaeXNlzB2XlsI2w0QiPXJ5txWGGVRBPP/s200/+HB+Splints+Off+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515365085517845458" /></a><br />TA-DA!!! Look what disappeared. Yep, you spotted it right away. No more splints!!! Look at my straight legs. There’s a whole bunch to report after today’s visit.<br /><br />Well, let’s talk about the elephant in the room first … the darn ol’ Elizabethan collar. A little infection developed on my legs … maybe from being wrapped in bandages for the better part of five weeks. It feels so soothing to lick-lick-lick them, but that’s a firm non-negotiable no-no. So I need to wear the collar for a few days; I’m sure my fur friends out there can sympathize! I came home with antibiotics and a medicated shampoo to help the healing process.<br /><br />Also, it is very important to begin putting pressure on my legs without the splint supports. But, already it has proven to be painful for me (not to mention a scary venture). Luckily, Dr. MacKenzie included pain medication in my bag of take home goodies. It seems to help as I am able to take some baby steps under Mom’s watchful eye. In fact, she’s right there encouraging me when I sit down too soon. <br /><br />Oh-oh. Mom just came in to the room and said “scoot-scoot-scoot”. She is holding a tasty liver bit in her hand and I don’t mind doing a combat belly crawl to get it. After all, that’s considered therapy to strengthen my legs too!<br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-23445104908197967082010-09-02T21:48:00.005-04:002010-09-02T21:53:59.549-04:00Rainbow In My Play Pen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85XlHLlp6pfPzRv5zuGLFJX_DGHEi5f3TkwYLzLFAlG0YoIzfTEGqCOTAJ4FR1AMHHJyu1hncefyUd10Vcku2INfSGIj5bpkjv3RzweqrNhvFLKSrE3a0ZIi875nzy3ZyY0-ChX5B9wgB/s1600/HB+Large+Purple.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85XlHLlp6pfPzRv5zuGLFJX_DGHEi5f3TkwYLzLFAlG0YoIzfTEGqCOTAJ4FR1AMHHJyu1hncefyUd10Vcku2INfSGIj5bpkjv3RzweqrNhvFLKSrE3a0ZIi875nzy3ZyY0-ChX5B9wgB/s200/HB+Large+Purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512499305770819458" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFN13YEhIWa2ecWxiqWtpNfqoM8MF48DPJwa5yldjGo_AwX7L_sOryvkWKoNb25vBYPqejZ1Q0tdPD0Mxg4lBnE5d0RJxxFE4vWaXB0wjz07NVbecnj2WJCp78knsB1NkYP-9af1S3lxR/s1600/HB+Green2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFN13YEhIWa2ecWxiqWtpNfqoM8MF48DPJwa5yldjGo_AwX7L_sOryvkWKoNb25vBYPqejZ1Q0tdPD0Mxg4lBnE5d0RJxxFE4vWaXB0wjz07NVbecnj2WJCp78knsB1NkYP-9af1S3lxR/s200/HB+Green2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512499061343105234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSEzJ2LIaB1VP13S4keU-uEd0u83QHeg1nmZ8UMUKNrXaZQ8M8E2gFQmxLv-GZ0pnnvu4nBlLiwujDE63xFL_GGmmxY3EyaSLfIpKiXZRGzZRN6_RnasjmnVz6t4-pBaO1Y9hpNEW-qoX/s1600/HB+Blue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSEzJ2LIaB1VP13S4keU-uEd0u83QHeg1nmZ8UMUKNrXaZQ8M8E2gFQmxLv-GZ0pnnvu4nBlLiwujDE63xFL_GGmmxY3EyaSLfIpKiXZRGzZRN6_RnasjmnVz6t4-pBaO1Y9hpNEW-qoX/s200/HB+Blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512498870576829026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycCWuEzx8O9hkOsfWO6Pe7HS-tFP21NqhMS1sRUI-KXwZon_Cq-29wsdSJJW7vsSYIylIaQP6JtUzWab2loJ0gNGEXD6Ipa0r55kkXFtj3ACuA9M4nO3I-ByEtR_m4PmTw6GrheGkhI3W/s1600/+HB+Pink+Blue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycCWuEzx8O9hkOsfWO6Pe7HS-tFP21NqhMS1sRUI-KXwZon_Cq-29wsdSJJW7vsSYIylIaQP6JtUzWab2loJ0gNGEXD6Ipa0r55kkXFtj3ACuA9M4nO3I-ByEtR_m4PmTw6GrheGkhI3W/s200/+HB+Pink+Blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512498672653317042" /></a><br />Purple, Green, Blue and Pink …… Mom says that a rainbow has been forming in my play pen with every post-op visit to Dr.MacKenzie. She whispered that there is a pot-of-gold buried at the end of the rainbow and it will all be mine in a few weeks. So when my colorful spectrum of bandages comes off, I plan to dig for the sparkly bullion with my two strong front paws. Since the mischievous ol’ Leprechaun only protects it from greedy humans, he won’t pose a problem whatsoever. <br /><br />Actually, Mom reminds me that the JOURNEY to the end of the rainbow and pot-of-gold is the real treasure. She assures me that my resilience and amazing ability to go-with-the-flow have been crucial steps along the way. Mom and so many other people like you were my angel advocates from the very beginning. With that much love and support, who needs gold anyway?!? I am a very wealthy little Chihuahua girl right now! <br /><br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-44861650673338635962010-08-17T21:09:00.003-04:002010-08-17T21:15:40.788-04:00HoneyBear: Good To Go!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlalqD3zeFWMMWIL5veFe6Ckt3dhaVgLkOqbpnygMNh06A1J1pkDDkkim0o5R3ekNYQWxlOUL3f2hmWgMbFkug-4Z3ujMTVpi949LiQq2DBrplvSY_WUDSOhHHdRzsu-BgOyoGu2uSBcw/s1600/HB+on+Grass+Look.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlalqD3zeFWMMWIL5veFe6Ckt3dhaVgLkOqbpnygMNh06A1J1pkDDkkim0o5R3ekNYQWxlOUL3f2hmWgMbFkug-4Z3ujMTVpi949LiQq2DBrplvSY_WUDSOhHHdRzsu-BgOyoGu2uSBcw/s200/HB+on+Grass+Look.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506551991502931234" /></a><br />This journal entry is for serious followers only (lol). It’s potty talk, and only someone that has a furkid or two will appreciate it!<br /><br />It has been a challenge to potty with my two splinted longer and straighter legs. Dr. MacKenzie says that my bandages must stay dry, so I’ve had to use the patio which I absolutely hate! To keep me upright and balanced, Mom arranges her family tartan Pendleton scarf around my tummy kinda like a sling.<br /><br />Well today Mom carried me out to the grass in back. She gently placed me down on all fours and I went potty without any help whatsoever. Then I quickly put it in first gear and accelerated in my version of a doggie gallop. It completely surprised Mom because I’ve never had to be on a leash before. Now I was doing a Lewis and Clark away from Mom and she was laughing and crying at the same time. I guess it was an emotional moment for her.<br /><br />Mom was prepared with her camera the next time we ventured out back. I was not as animated, but take a look at this newest photo. It is proof positive for all of my fans that I am able to stand ever-so-briefly on all four of my legs. I could get pretty used to this whole idea. It has only been a little over a week since my surgery so I’m pretty darn proud of myself!<br />Luv ~ HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-84894597998356150872010-08-08T16:03:00.005-04:002010-08-08T16:07:53.593-04:00Look At Me! Home After My Leg Surgery!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PytrQt_3aWLkur4S8dca6_g7s-McXH3dcSYx6XEo5OsYbH6gw-3ywahPtpRpOY1XposEYk95rnH-vyp0xwfwN7o65882j4lLVD9yTj9SwaTpyNnMYvFtHweeOAHo4_P08B0Yw3STpjgZ/s1600/HB+Dr+M+Crop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PytrQt_3aWLkur4S8dca6_g7s-McXH3dcSYx6XEo5OsYbH6gw-3ywahPtpRpOY1XposEYk95rnH-vyp0xwfwN7o65882j4lLVD9yTj9SwaTpyNnMYvFtHweeOAHo4_P08B0Yw3STpjgZ/s200/HB+Dr+M+Crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503132876044984114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q6zzdIPlg5YLTdxj0B89Ed6Zv0pil38I2jIHMqHJB-wnCvkm-nfvTaShtuWAJIQK5uhyphenhyphenO1Lk4lY3thYPbGJvuVZeZQ9-o052TgeIOIaUGi4dW5cknoVFPcjuyfAeZOeiT76RgJiyHIvO/s1600/HB+Xray+L+Front+Final.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q6zzdIPlg5YLTdxj0B89Ed6Zv0pil38I2jIHMqHJB-wnCvkm-nfvTaShtuWAJIQK5uhyphenhyphenO1Lk4lY3thYPbGJvuVZeZQ9-o052TgeIOIaUGi4dW5cknoVFPcjuyfAeZOeiT76RgJiyHIvO/s200/HB+Xray+L+Front+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503132691808107490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hhYSx1wyc2i84NYxmulTEyLkV4VC2qtsRsAoEVyEkFSNgX0Qm9bjZuvE-2fym0r9D_KUHrZRmNX0tAHBm6WIz7TFU2iyfvOW5iCSRT_RAQtVgd1d9aegpDGg_U3-Q3h5ZBA510oy4oZ5/s1600/HB+Xray+L+Side+Final.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hhYSx1wyc2i84NYxmulTEyLkV4VC2qtsRsAoEVyEkFSNgX0Qm9bjZuvE-2fym0r9D_KUHrZRmNX0tAHBm6WIz7TFU2iyfvOW5iCSRT_RAQtVgd1d9aegpDGg_U3-Q3h5ZBA510oy4oZ5/s200/HB+Xray+L+Side+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503132566097185714" /></a><br />That’s me with my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. MacKenzie at Affiliated Veterinary Specialists. It is my official release photo from after-care on August 7 and I’m headed home. Yippee! <br /><br />My leg surgery looks to be pretty promising. Here are the newest x-rays of my left leg…the really badly broken one. Those images show the bone plates that Dr. MacKenzie so expertly placed to make both of my legs straight. Mom said, “HoneyBear, you’ll never be able to go through airport security without setting off the buzzer!” Mom laughs hysterically at her own jokes, and I just wag my tail lovingly because that makes her happy.<br /><br />Whenever Mom looks at my cute face and little bandaged legs, she reminds me how very lucky I am. So many people made donations to an abused Chihuahua girl they didn’t even know. You and others made a wish-on-a-shooting-star dream come true. Oh gosh, I’m getting a bit teary. Wait! I think Mom is making dinner. Gotta go; more updates and photos soon.<br />Luv ~HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-30984907563342370642010-08-06T10:35:00.003-04:002010-08-06T10:44:43.794-04:00Dreams of Walking: Night After Surgery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK5uKY3b-UVYMXib4vrBAcoSr-L32N3Fz7p9xk3cTXBOIDVodjzs5bVJeouwL_iP_2sUWYfd66LOXSLMs7qzMYahjoiRoKBTtMQCgIk3nL85fapzaXV-n4ZBhFto0rHsKloxN1uhVfN-o/s1600/Me+%26+Mom+Walk+Cartoon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK5uKY3b-UVYMXib4vrBAcoSr-L32N3Fz7p9xk3cTXBOIDVodjzs5bVJeouwL_iP_2sUWYfd66LOXSLMs7qzMYahjoiRoKBTtMQCgIk3nL85fapzaXV-n4ZBhFto0rHsKloxN1uhVfN-o/s200/Me+%26+Mom+Walk+Cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502307579176070642" /></a><br />This is a picture of the dream I had last night in after-care. That’s me taking mom for a walk! However, in real life I am cuter and mom would never wear shoes like that!<br /><br />Dr. MacKenzie called Mom this morning and said that I had eaten a good breakfast and went potty.....and that is always a positive sign! He said that I am having trouble maneuvering around upright on the splints, so I’ll stay one more day at the clinic working on my mobility. I’m propped up comfortably on my cozy blanket watching the people come and go and feeling pretty happy thanks to pain meds. I sure miss Mom and Dad and KNOW they can’t wait for me to come home!HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-47593326042235242342010-08-05T18:55:00.003-04:002010-08-05T19:01:21.599-04:00HoneyBear: My Leg Surgery Today August 5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTnSCkOUIE8TkvIm8cf5t8HexYcdWE7DPiqp1xzCjgR-z759EdwhQfZUYK97_ALxv4JXWnUULeMIB2Ir4cECkXUfdRY5vKP1Jy4blDR8ziD8q1sMcoGpzA_QGBuxlh7wsemn1zkDi5ski/s1600/Cricket+and+Honey+Cuddle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTnSCkOUIE8TkvIm8cf5t8HexYcdWE7DPiqp1xzCjgR-z759EdwhQfZUYK97_ALxv4JXWnUULeMIB2Ir4cECkXUfdRY5vKP1Jy4blDR8ziD8q1sMcoGpzA_QGBuxlh7wsemn1zkDi5ski/s200/Cricket+and+Honey+Cuddle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502064197184469650" /></a><br />I am channeling this post through Mom since I am recovering from surgery right now. I just got out of surgery at 5:00pm today (August 5) and am still a bit groggy. Dr. MacKenzie said that he was able to do a pretty good bone plate on each of my legs. Mom’s birthday was yesterday, but she says that this gift was well-worth waiting for. Mom is anxiously waiting for more detailed information tomorrow. She will probably call after-care several times throughout the evening to check on me. Thanks for your concern and best wishes.<br /><br />This photo was taken a while back. Cricket is my sister and somewhat on the bossy side. See…she took over my cuddle bed for this photo op! I hope to share a more current photo soon.HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-65366399432376311692010-08-01T19:57:00.007-04:002010-08-01T20:15:38.254-04:00HoneyBear Crosses Her Paws for August 5 Leg Surgery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ffR9B3J2-hXJIiAYKKkJUCN3gcGr9ahnnQlsieks56CG6X-BWG_rtymZExaxIRIj-WKjdpZwjvE64mCnRWzQe2ZThSxCtu37lJ_YBYGQK74YB0mz2lZ3BQslz_9MEZkPxJRFFhykChJT/s1600/HB+Paws+Crossed+Journal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ffR9B3J2-hXJIiAYKKkJUCN3gcGr9ahnnQlsieks56CG6X-BWG_rtymZExaxIRIj-WKjdpZwjvE64mCnRWzQe2ZThSxCtu37lJ_YBYGQK74YB0mz2lZ3BQslz_9MEZkPxJRFFhykChJT/s200/HB+Paws+Crossed+Journal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500599510255731858" /></a><br />Thursday, August 5th is the day of my leg surgery. As you can see, I am crossing my paws for a successful operation and quick recovery. My foster mom hopes that all of my new friends will say a special prayer, light a candle, sing a soul song or think a happy thought for me on that day (and for days to follow.) She says that I’ll soon be up on my own ‘toezees’. <br /><br />My next update will hopefully be in a week when I am resting comfortably and able to share specific details with everyone. Mom says that I am probably the luckiest and most loved little rescue dog in the world right now. She is smart that way ya know!HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-50402530164596372782010-07-19T19:24:00.002-04:002010-07-19T20:06:11.502-04:00Unique Donation for HoneyBear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFudowhMbKwAnZvfIB47rLMH8zwfFWLMkDVRx6MfjEDKNc69uvYZRuMk26x5Yoe8vAR-52_Mr60daf54MxjpycnlFtnPcmGIvNSCHf2hIqibajZ94HT04GaDvTatPWlxLt_OIjAYb7CVO/s1600/Final+HB+Cute+Postcard.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFudowhMbKwAnZvfIB47rLMH8zwfFWLMkDVRx6MfjEDKNc69uvYZRuMk26x5Yoe8vAR-52_Mr60daf54MxjpycnlFtnPcmGIvNSCHf2hIqibajZ94HT04GaDvTatPWlxLt_OIjAYb7CVO/s200/Final+HB+Cute+Postcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495771648373057922" /></a><br />Thank you to Kirk Cunningham Marketing and Associates for a unique donation. The San Diego-based company provided 200 postcards with the Open Arms dog rescue logo and $100 for stamps. Now (with my foster mom’s help) I can send a personal thank-you to every one that donated to my leg surgery fund. Isn’t that pawriffic?!? Remember to include your address. <br /><br />This is me posing with the postcard. And that’s my foster brother, Jasper Williams, the Open Arms mascot on the front of the postcard. Cute, aren't we (smile)?<br /><br />More Updates later. Luv - HoneyBearHoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-56220817552165515592010-07-14T10:05:00.004-04:002010-07-18T20:39:15.696-04:00Happy Thoughts & Exciting Walks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfdZ73PCsxe_TDWaSYIp4px3dubFN9bvpAcbCmhSR1Y1AcRtEfxKKdf6IKBi8DUTYU9kIYSeGvq1VcftS1R6LxopJrR-Ft5mKqYsx639v0_OwMeSAjGUHAkrmZ8kdY4Obu7Aq8GnkM2de/s1600/HB+Wagon+Walk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493771579415246514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfdZ73PCsxe_TDWaSYIp4px3dubFN9bvpAcbCmhSR1Y1AcRtEfxKKdf6IKBi8DUTYU9kIYSeGvq1VcftS1R6LxopJrR-Ft5mKqYsx639v0_OwMeSAjGUHAkrmZ8kdY4Obu7Aq8GnkM2de/s200/HB+Wagon+Walk.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hi from HoneyBear. My foster mom has been busy fundraising for my leg surgery. She finally has time today to help me give everyone an update.<br /><br />Since I can’t walk (yet), mom and I go out “walking” in my little wagon. Whenever I see her rolling it out to the lanai, I get all excited – ears up and tail wagging! Mom says I crack her up when I put my nose high in the air and sniff-sniff-sniff as I enjoy the sights and sounds of the neighborhood with the wind in my face! (Kinda like a car ride, but not quite.)<br /><br />I have received a lot of best wishes, encouragement and love from people that don’t even know me. It simply boggles my doggie mind. Caring people have donated to my leg surgery fund, and mom tells me that we are over half-way to meeting our goal with more coming in. If you are reading this, you’re probably one of those people! How lucky am I?!? Thank you to all of my new friends, including those with four-legs (fur) and two-legs (feathers).</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hugs and Kisses from HoneyBear</span>HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-70843166586655390712010-06-20T12:10:00.003-04:002010-06-20T13:03:06.599-04:00So Bravely Trying to Walk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZprrGNgkETV8UesbgHet2oV3xpudolOPRBQ6DuuNTKOnyj1GyBseBAw2y0H-zNXlovzzie151VHnaTu_xAhhKb3HnfNQvh35gPgmwpK8aJc0XBv8qaixBI5iCkFxMyamGiAH27vC6t3Ik/s1600/Honey+Try+Walk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484890499232988338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZprrGNgkETV8UesbgHet2oV3xpudolOPRBQ6DuuNTKOnyj1GyBseBAw2y0H-zNXlovzzie151VHnaTu_xAhhKb3HnfNQvh35gPgmwpK8aJc0XBv8qaixBI5iCkFxMyamGiAH27vC6t3Ik/s200/Honey+Try+Walk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is me trying to walk. I do my best, especially when the other dogs alert me that my foster dad is home from work. We all charge for the door and he pets us and says, “Hi, how ya doing?”<br /><br />But mostly I am content in my cuddle bed next to mom at the computer. And I love watching NASCAR with dad in the big chair with snacks on the side table. Once in a while a piece of popcorn or bit of cheese will “accidentally” drop on his lap. I’m ever watchful and quick to retrieve them!<br /><br />Mom takes me out on a regular schedule to potty because I cannot walk through the doggie door like the other dogs. I am a good girl and do my business with nary a problem. Sometimes I just lie in the sun and watch the lizards and squirrels until mom comes back to get me.<br /><br />Although I am in pain, everyone knows that I am a happy little girl because my tail is in constant motion. Once in awhile mom will say, “Hey, HoneyBear….did your metronome stop ticking?” And I’ll get all excited and start wagging my tail!<br /><br />Tail Wags from HoneyBear</div>HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568445485965848718.post-26090510953855941282010-06-19T20:18:00.008-04:002010-07-18T20:43:29.693-04:00X-rays Show the Extent of my Injuries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxnJPcPmymQzUQauMv3lW2S6IYpqIm6200EdcyG6DmG-FM0-BOvbDa2w-cojx0ewWKWEfTOxIMg2LmI27txWvIfXUAcP3x5jVJv0y4JiK7KIyOj-ignqv_8Lph8sWyRPTt202114xDV5d/s1600/Honey+Bear+Xrays0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484648061602120626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxnJPcPmymQzUQauMv3lW2S6IYpqIm6200EdcyG6DmG-FM0-BOvbDa2w-cojx0ewWKWEfTOxIMg2LmI27txWvIfXUAcP3x5jVJv0y4JiK7KIyOj-ignqv_8Lph8sWyRPTt202114xDV5d/s320/Honey+Bear+Xrays0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiUZcpXLu8gyMLVV9H4NRcY48s3fuA17fu_5fHQblU7mGamm4mIZZ8TSSkOOadj28eIqaDNkWMtbHuHXhZvFGmNmrBAsmI5C5i9-CxOuLt8QN2OyW3PlxVpOh3SjRQMXoYYc4X5zueI4A/s1600/Honey+Bear+Xrays0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484647147563733218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiUZcpXLu8gyMLVV9H4NRcY48s3fuA17fu_5fHQblU7mGamm4mIZZ8TSSkOOadj28eIqaDNkWMtbHuHXhZvFGmNmrBAsmI5C5i9-CxOuLt8QN2OyW3PlxVpOh3SjRQMXoYYc4X5zueI4A/s320/Honey+Bear+Xrays0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6-hCZJ8N7CLrDovLMbDB-lj5YpC2YCQfxacZ3EvhCDbaqrOmwAKRGfl1cUCZu22U9m5XwJpUbG1OzL2nlGoRVPMRlF60twDBOzwQ_fqtjzWbIm9xr3y17wInQ_abpqIwZ_P-kPms64fG/s1600/Honey+Bear+Xrays0003.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The technical term for my injuries is: non-union bilateral radius/ulna fractures. You can see in the x-rays that the long leg bones have broken and healed at the side of my wrists. Ouch! No wonder I can't walk.<br /><br />Mom says that we trying to raise enough money for my leg surgery. And it is a daunting challenge! For initial consultation, x-rays, surgery, antibiotics, pain management, weekly bandage changes, and follow-up exams over a 2 month period, the cost will be about $3,000. Yikes….that is a lot chew bones! Mom assures me daily that I am worth every cent. She is even going to take me swimming in the pool afterwards for physical therapy. Now I’m crossing my paws (and it’s not very easy) that some kind people like you hear my plight and make a donation in any amount. It all adds up…really. And if I’m lucky enough to reach half-way to our goal, mom will schedule my surgery. Please share my sad story with others.<br /><br />Donations to Open Arms (Foster Care & Adoption for Rescue Dogs) for HoneyBear may be made in four ways:<br />1. Mail a check to: Open Arms, PO Box 354471, Palm Coast, FL 32135<br />2. Via PayPal as a “gift” to: <a href="mailto:Paws2Heart@bellsouth.net">Paws2Heart@bellsouth.net</a><br />3. Directly to Open Arms rescue bank account: Intracoastal Bank, 1290 Palm Coast Pkwy NW, Palm Coast, FL 32137, Attention Julie (HoneyBear’s personal banker). </div><div>4. <a href="http://openarms4dogs.chipin.com/honeybears-leg-surgery">http://openarms4dogs.chipin.com/honeybears-leg-surgery</a><br /><br />If you want to know about Open Arms, me and other dogs currently in rescue, as well as many that have been adopted in to loving homes, use this link to go to our Petfinder.com website:<br /><a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/FL691.html">http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/FL691.html</a><br /><br />Tender kisses and nuzzles from HoneyBear </div></div></div>HoneyBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521514218261325198noreply@blogger.com0