This diary, and every PWB Peeps diary, is in honor of Tricia Wyse. Rest in peace, beautiful soul.
A special thanks to all of you who have written such gorgeous tributes. She left a powerful legacy, and it’s very comforting to me to see folks paying it forward. I’m sure I’m not alone.
You know how this works, but as always, a gentle reminder:
- Be nice to each other.
- No trolling the diary.
- If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Share any and all pootie/woozle photos or issues that you would like . When it comes to problems, we may just have someone with experience who can help.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There is no such thing as stealing a photo around here, but if you would like a pic from the comment threads, please ask the poster. He/she may have a copyright to those pics. Many thanks!
- It should not need to be said, but ANY/ALL photos that imply or encourage human violence against an animal will be considered verboten! Whether it is “comedic” or not, it will be frowned upon and considered out of bounds.
Shakespeare said, “If music be the food of love, play on.” Some critters out there take their music, love, play, and food pretty seriously:
President Lyndon Johnson’s dog Yuki, found by Johnson’s daughter Luci at a gas station. Yuki and Lyndon are entertaining David Bruce, the American ambassador to Great Britain.
Just plain gorgeous.
A mean Yi(l)p review.
Another mean Yi(l)p review.
There’s no place like home with a woozle.
My pootie just cares for me. (Nina Simone and friend.)
Talking Heads fans.
You ain’t nothing but a basset...
Coldplay fan.
Four fab felines.
Thelonious Monk and pootie.
Name that tuna.
Turns out it only takes one to tango.
Potential partner.
The Man in Black, which is covered in dog hair.
Do the bunny hop. Hop, hop, hop.
Somewhere on top of the rainbow.
Cue the PWB theme song…
And dance!