My Peep is a FLAKE

So, I has been struggling with this post all week.  Not because of lack of ideas.....butt because I decided I need to pare down my narrative to a manageble and readable length.  Truth is, a post about my momma's flakiness could easily resemble da novel, War & Peace, if I don't do some serious editing.

Some of the flakes that I have edited out (i.e. her crazy possum encounters, her Wally Marte issues, etc etc etc) because they have been addressed previously on this bloggie.  And I thinks you will easily get the idea, from the examples to follow:

I  present two sample little snippets for your reading pleasure.  Think of this as the Cliff Notes of Flakiness.

Example A:
There was the night (pretty long ago.....so you know the flakiness is NOT a recent development) her called our Uncle Chris in utter panic, because (angel sissie) Runway was having a most terrible allergic reaction to 'flea sprays'.   Her called him right up, and was in total hystericals and crying and going on and on like..
 "What should I do??? What should I do??? Can you help?? Can you Help?? "
Now, this may not seem so flakey on da surface............the flakey part was that my momma lives in Houston, Texas and her was calling up our Uncle Chris while he was living in Saudi Arabia!  The man was about 8000 miles away, with a 9 hour time difference!!!!
If her had her head on straight, her just might have come up with someone a little more local to assist her.   Sigh.

Example B:
Prolly the most flakey thing about my momma is her "issue" with Dog Names. 
Her is very particular about  our names and always wants to be sure that our name suits us just perfectly.   Again, this may sound like a normal thing........butt, in many instances, her has taken this to a truly flakey level.

• Some of us have had very unusual dog names (these are her favorite).  As example, have you ever known a "Minna Krebs" before?  I think not.   Some of her other favorites were Icee Bear, Ubba Bear, and Runway.

• Some of us (like my sissie, Ditto) went without a name for almost 4 months without a name (Pickles got her name in a mere 6 weeks)!!!!   All the while, my momma is studying every name known to man and dog, trying to decide on "the perfect" one.   She goes on for a day or so, calling us by the PRACTICE NAME, to see if it "Fits".  In most cases, it don't, so we are on to the next PRACTICE NAME.   

• Some of us  have started out life with one name....and have had their name changed a few  several  lots of times.   Now, this is different from the example above, where her tries out a name for a day or two.   Her has let some of us live with a name fur months and months, and THEN her changes our name.

Olive Oyl  came with da name Sugar, when her was rescued.  

Then her became Tootsie

Then her became Toots

Then her became Olive Oyl.

My poor name-challenged brudder Rooney came with da name Mr. Rogy, when he was adopted.....over the next three years....

Then he became Mr. Dog

Then he became Mr. Rooney (her couldn't stop there)

Then he became Awesome

Then he became Daytona

Then he became Army

Then he became Shooter

Then he became Rooney (drop the Mr.)

(her has been tempted to change it again, in the past couple years, butt everyone refused to call him anything different)   Poor Rooney.   He has previously gone to da Vet office, only to find his last visit he was listed under a different name!!!   sigh.

I could go on and on and on and on...........butt, my paws are getting weary from typing abouts all this flakieness!!!

The End.

MinnaKrebs