A Tail to Tell

Hi this is my PLOG.        My name is Libby

February 1, 2011

Hi.  I am Libby.   I am fine. How are you?

 I AM A DOG  RESCUED FROM A DISGUSTING PUPPY MILL. Now that I am safe in a forever home, I can finally have my say about lotsa stuff. I have quite  a tail to tell and so do all the other dogs from my shelter. The shelter is called  A Tail to Tell .   Everybody in the whole world should give them even a little bit of money so they can keep saving tortured dogs in puppy mills. There are zillions of them. People should never buy dogs from puppy mills or from pet stores. There oughta be a law

I lived there for about 10 years. I was kept outside in hot cold and freezing weather in a chicken coop with wire bottom. My feet never touched real ground. The only time I was allowed indoors was when I was making puppies. They took them away from me much too soon.Then I was thrown back out there to pee and stuff right where I slept.


When I had a tooth ache nobody helped me.  Even when my canine teeth rotted right through the bone into my nose I couldn't cry very loud because they had cut my vocal chord to keep me quiet.  One day I saw them riding around in a buggy with horses pulling them. I hope they treat their horses better than they treated me.

Feb 2 2011

 My new furever home is a nice place, lotsa dog beds around and at night I sleep on a reeeeeally big dog bed with Mrs. Stillman. I hear she is my new mom but calling her mom will take some getting used to. She did mention a foster mom named Dawn Somebody,  but I already forget that!  I said "Dawn who?"  Ha Ha.  Mrs. Stillman doesn't know exactly what to call me yet. So far my name is Florence, liberty , Libby, baby, baby girl and Mindy.Mrs. Stillman is giving me so many treats that my dog food is becoming less attractive. I hope she gets her act together. For my figure I mean.

Oh one weird thing. There is this disgusting cat here. Look!  

Ugly as hell. (excuse me)  He swiped at me once but I had a sweater on so no damage. He has no claws but on the other hand, I have no teeth. He however, he does have teeth. Mrs. Stillman is a little nervous about that.

Feb 5 2011

Wow! I think Mrs. Stillman might be trying to kill me! Tonight she put this hooded thing on me and carried me out into a really deep torture lake of watery grass and ice. She had a hooded thing on too. 

It was scary out there. The rain was pouring down at about a hundredth of an inch a month.  Ms. Stillman laid down a puppy pad to trick me.  But I outsmarted her.  I used it as a raft.  I stood on it and planted my feet real solid on it. Mrs. Stillman kept saying something like “go pee” or whatever, but I stood my ground, (raft), and didn’t budge an inch!  I kept my head down really low to keep the cat rain monsters from attacking me.

 Finally, Mrs. Stillman got bored and carried me inside.  Now she keeps sticking me onto another puppy pad every minute. She seems a little nuts I think. 

The reason I am wondering if she is trying to kill me is that she also tortured me by bringing me to a  Cornerstone Vet Clinic!   I was so embarrassed when she handed some of my private poop over to a complete stranger. OMG!  I was red as a beet! I was so glad to get out of there. Now she’s complaining about somebody farting on her lap. I wonder what a lap is?

I need to sleep now. I’ve been up for 5 minutes.

Yours Woofley,

Libby Florence baby Libby Stillman

 Note from jsm***
Please do not believe everything Libby says. I am not trying to kill her.

February 7 2011               

I’m thinking of filing a complaint with A Tail to Tell. That’s the puppy mill rescue shelter that first saved me. My complaint is that:

1. Mrs. Stillman is not a very good den keeper. When I first got here the place looked neat and clean, but now it’s a complete mess. She hasn’t even washed today’s dog bowl; there are dog beds all over the place, our big night dog bed is still unmade, Puppy pads with some pee on them (on purpose she says hah!) are on the kitchen floor and upstairs in our bedroom too for dog’s sake.

2. Also, more proof that she might kill me: Last night she ate a Pupaya! That is absolutely true.  I heard her say. ❛Now let me eat my Pupaya, Libby❜. I am freaked let me tell you.

February 8  2011

The raft wasn’t so bad today. Of course I had to step off it to pee but then I went back and sat right down it. That’s what it’s for isn’t it? Sitting?

Then, before I could even sniff myself more than ten times, she scooped me up and brought me inside. She plopped me on her lap chanting “good Libby, good Libby” for an interminable amount of time.  Between her chanting, free speech TV screaming about dogocracy and that ugly cat meowing, I thought I would go out of my mind!  Now it is true that when she put me down I immediately tried to get back up on her lap. But that was just to check to see if I had left any treats up there.  No, really.  That was the only reason.

And now more evidence!!  I heard her talking to the Cornerstone Vet Clinic about some sort of torturation!  And I understand that you people at A Tail to Tell  are having a fundraising spaghetti dinner to help pay for my pupexisting condition. Well firstly, I don’t like spaghetti. And secondly, Why would you people want to pay for that? Do I need that? Oh. Really?  Well okay, if those vets get me reallly high first it might be worth it. Ha Ha.

I was wondering if maybe the puppy mill owner who caused all this could also get the same operation, but without getting high. I hope so.

I have much more complaining to do but I need to lick my foot now.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011 ☀

I’ve got the greatest game going!  First I walk around in a circle a few times. Then Mrs. Stillman picks me up and takes me to the frozen lake outside. I stand real still and sniff the air a lot. She stands there shivering , ha ha. Then I shiver and pick my foot up as if it is freezing.  It’s a riot. She gets real upset and picks me up and puts me on the inside puppy pad. I look at her with this special sad dog look. See?

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Then she picks me up and holds me and gives me a treat. Works like a charm!

Tomorrow I’m gonna try just shivering inside to see what happens. What a patsy! I’m beginning to like her a tiny tiny bit.

Guess what! I’m micro-chipped. I’ve heard of cow chips. They must be macro. But I’ve never heard of dog chips. I hear that means they’ve got my number (so to speak). I don’t think you can call me on it though.

Oh one more thing, A TAIL TO TELL wants me to be their spokes dog. I will certainly do anything they ask of me. It’s the least I can do . After all they saved my life. I hope I live up to their dogspectations.