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Today began as just an ordinary day.

At 6:30 AM I was, as usual, unceremoniously hustled from my bed and lead out the door for a walk. Did I mention that I don’t do mornings? Did I mention that I am not allowed to run freely in the yard during turtle season? Anyway, I did the “obligatory emission” (boy what we dogs have to do to please our people) and then raced back up the stairs to get in bed with Mom. The next thing I knew she was up an at ‘em and I just said “Sheesh” and rolled over to catch a few more Zzzzzzzzz. image

I was napping and happier than a clam at high tide, until I once again was unceremoniously removed from the bed for “Sheet Day”. I tried to continue my nap on the floor on top of the old sheets, imagebut once the fresh sheets were put on the bed, I thought it best to move on, for fear of ending up in the washer! It seems that the scuttlebutt is that all of the rushing around was because everyone was getting ready for the long holiday weekend. It may be the beginning of a holiday for some, but I have work to do! I always check my Classic Kippers account first, well once I am fully awake- about noon- then process necessary orders, after that, I respond to my fan mail and then check my blog stats. Some days are busier than others and some days are record setting – like today! My blog stats show that I have a new readers from three new countries!

Slovakia is 59th,image

The Republic of Korea is the 60thimage


and Oman is the 61st country from where my blog is being read!

Truthfully, if you include our great country, the good ol’ USA, from where most of my readers hail, that makes 62! That’s right, people from- SIXTY TWO countries are reading Classic Kippers!


Below is a map which shows my reader coverage and a list of countries.


But, the highlight of my day was a successful day of turtling. The pièce de résistance was nabbing box turtle number THIRTY THREE,

imagewho also broke the record as the largest of my collection thus far

imageAND I was on the end of a leash and Dad was on the other end. There is just no stopping a pro and when it comes to “TURTLING ON FAIRFIELD”









I AM turtleman!

Happy Labor Day all and be safe!

Love, licks and woof, woof AROOS!!!!


BARKUS AND MEOUX announces 2015 COURT!


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It has been one year since Mom and Dad told me that I was going to be given the opportunity to experience THE AMERICAN DREAM. Yes siree, MY dream of PAYING FORWARD my good fortune was hatched ONE YEAR AGO-August 2013! Wow! I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since Mom and I shook on it!

And, if celebrating the that little milestone wasn’t enough, this was also the weekend that the Krewe of Barkus and Meoux held their coronation for the 2015 court.
The theme this year is “BONE APPETITE” C’est bon, n’est ce pas?

I even got to sit at the table!
And there were presents! 2014 Queen Ginger gave Mom and Dad these very royal hand towels and I got a stuffed turtle- Yep, she loves me! Nothing new there!

The Captain, Co Captain, King, Queen, Duke and Duchess, Princes and Princesses, as well as the honored guests, sat at tables decorated with all things to do with France, cooking, and of course, animals! Our table, which was decorated by Mom and Auntie Susan, was splendid! Auntie Susan even made “dog” bones for people!


It was almost like being at La Fontaine de Mars, except the table clothes there are All red and white check. Some of these were, but ours was solid red….It did have that same comfortable feel. Mais, bien sûr, notre table avait la Tour Eiffel au-dessus d’un bol de chien rempli d’os de chien! c’était parfait! I kid you not! Just see for yourself! (Forgive my rusty French, after all, I am British- a “Frog” I’m not!) The guests, sans moi, dined on a veritable plethora of Southern delicacies- succulent fried catfish, jalapeño poppers, deviled eggs, sliders, fried chicken, assorted salads and good old-fashioned cookies. Not French Cuisine you say? Honey, this function was down at the old Taylortown Store on Waterloo Plantation and things done down there just scream to be Southern! But it was, simply, absolument délicieux!

Half of the court had been announced when I heard my name called.

It was time. 

Time for me to walk out with my Mom to center stage while my story, updated with my latest surgeries, was read.
There weren’t many dry eyes in the place, including mine, I was humbled because these are wonderful people with great heart!


And then-DRUM ROLL PLEASE- Dad joined us and we walked the length of the hall to give another CLASSIC KIPPERS’ CHECK, in the amount of $1,500.00, to Barkus and Meoux. Those funds, which are proceeds from the sale of my Classic Kippers’ ties and tees, will then find their way from the coffers of Barkus and Meoux into the hands of deserving rescues who aid the abused and abandoned. And with that, my dream to “pay it forward” has once again come full circle! Dear Patrons, it is because of your Classic Kippers’ purchases that all of this is possible! Thank you!

Following my check presentation, I had the great honor to pass the torch, as Barkus and Meoux’s FIRST ANIMAL Grand Marshal, on to a most affable pit bull named Braveheart! This delightful youngster will reign as the Barkus and Meoux’s 2015 Grand Marshal!


I know that he will serve the Krewe of Barkus and Meoux well.

PLEASE give him the same grand support that y’all have given me!

Both of us have grim, though very different stories, but the sad truth is that we are only two of hundreds of thousands like us. We have both been deemed walking miracles and, with your continued support of Barkus and Meoux, more miracles can and will happen!

Classic Kippers’ ties and tees will continue to be sold at John Pickens Clothier, where the proceeds will go  to help the abused and abandoned. And together, Braveheart and I will unite our “woofs” and speak for those who cannot!

Love, licks and woof, woof AROOS!




We prayed for someone who simply would care,
As we lay broken -filled with despair.
My ribs were cracked, my teeth filled with infection,
A wire on my neck had caused serious complications.
Braveheart was abandoned, starved- dehydrated,
Chained in storage -close do death – frightened -isolated.

We both prayed to be saved, to live out our lives.
To find families to love us, we’d been horribly deprived.
In the Spring of his years “Brave” has much life left.
He’ll show the world that RESCUE IS BEST!

In my case, it’s Winter and I’ve fought a good fight,
To get help to others who’ve had the same plight.
I may be infirmed and my muzzle is graying,
But I’ve got work to do, so I just keep praying.

Our love and devotion Braveheart and I give,
To all of the people who have helped us to live!
Please know we are grateful -this life without stress,
For all we’ve been given, we feel truly blessed.

To our new Grand Marshal, hip, hip, hooray!
May our stories of abuse help many a stray.



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Felix Peach!!!!!!

Listen up!

I said my oral tumors are BENIGN!!!


To celebrate this good news, we’ll be partying this weekend with

UPDATE: Mr Kippers


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imageJust a brief note to let all of you know that Mr Kippers had two tumors removed from his mouth and a tooth extracted today. It is very comforting to have people around the globe checking on him. A special thanks to our dear friends in the US who have walked each step of this precious boy’s journey with us.
He did beautifully during the very long surgery. His vitals remained strong and steady. He is going to be uncomfortable for quite awhile. More detail tomorrow, but I am too tired to type and it’s going to be a long night.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to all who prayed for him. We need a good pathology report, so please keep them coming.
Gratefully yours,
Mr. Kippers Mom



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Can we talk?
I was ready for this chat like 5 days ago, but Mom thought it best to keep it under wraps until tonight.
I was just wondering if y’all would be ever so kind as to include me in your prayers once again.
As my friends are aware, I have terrible teeth due to my unfortunate life on the street. Dental hygiene is absolutely a must in one’s formative years! Despite having my teeth cleaned in March of 2013 and a triple tooth extraction in the fall of 2013-not to mention consistent weekly brushing and rinsing by my mom, I am still suffering from chronic dental issues that require I have a dental X-ray tomorrow. The down side is that it involves anesthesia and that will mark the sixth time in 17 months I have had to be “put under”. Needless to say, Mom and Dad are worried. If the X-rays show problems, the nice lady doctor will hopefully be able to help me. I can no longer chew hard foods, so I just lie down and stare at my bowl.
image Chicken tenders aren’t even a drawing card, but tonight I got a venison, scrambled egg sandwich. Wheat makes my tummy break out, but I DO have to eat- thank you very much!
I’ve been on an antibiotic for a few days and handling it well, plus I take Probiotics.
The really GOOD medical news is that my 6 month post surgical blood work, last week, was NORMAL.
I have been on a turtle hunt today (no luck), produced perfect poop twice (that’s a big deal), had an oatmeal bath (ooh la la) , my ears cleaned (no comment), teeth cleaned (no biggie) AND a pawsicure (proper grooming IS a must for the CEO of Classic Kippers)!

Now I am chilling on my turtle and getting ready to head up to bed.
Please know in advance that a sincerely appreciate your prayers as do my parents.
I know that they will keep you posted.
Love, licks and deepest thanks.
Mr. K



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My massage was scheduled for 3:30. At 3:15 I decided to head to the room for the appointment. It was terribly accommodating of the concierge to suggest an “in room” massage, certainly much less stressful for a first time client! After all, I had “Turtle” and “Aqua Dog” there to make me feel secure.
When I entered, the room was almost completely dark-the lights were very low and the massage table was set up. Crisp white sheets and a towel. The masseuse told me to take off my collar, bow tie and lie down under the towel and then she left the room. She had kind of a low voice. It reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t put a paw on it. I’ve met so many lovely people at the ZAZA. Anyway, I removed my collar and Classic Kippers’ tie. A few minutes later I could hear footfalls coming back toward the room – UH OH- should I be belly up or belly down on the table ? Definitely belly down I decided. Unfortunately, I’d run out of time! The masseuse was coming and there I was-naked as a bully without a bow tie! And my dear friends, in some parts of the “Garden and a Gun” South, that is definitely “NEKKED”! I literally hurled my piggy self up and onto the table (which was no easy feat for a short legged bully)!  I just hoped for the best!

The massage menu sounded pretty special- I hope I still think so when it’s over.
I drank some of the FIGI water and stretched out under the towel. 

Some of you know that I have a bad back – I also have damaged vertebrae in my neck. But it could be worse! I attribute ALL OF THE ABOVE to OUAA Syndrome (Overuse And Abuse) which I achieved by being a dog on the street– pounding the pavement. I had read the ZAZA SPA menu and knew that I probably couldn’t stand a deep tissue massage. A hot stone massage was out too. Let’s face it, if you’ve ever spent time eating on the street and out of trash cans, then you’ve had sticks and stones thrown at your body- among other assorted objects. You should see me flinch when I hear gun fire–even on TV! Because of this, I’m certainly not going to use my allowance for a hot stone massage!  It would probably give me flashbacks! So I decided on the Swedish and it was time.
The masseuse opened the door, came in and immediately went to work on my neck and shoulders. image She spoke not a word. At first I was a bit tense, but within about five minutes, I was in the groove and feeling like I needed to win the lottery because I definitely could see a daily massage in my future. I know, I know, “in my dreams”!
When my sixty minutes was up, the masseuse left me to just relax. As the door closed, I had to giggle–she really thought she had pulled it off– but I already knew that the ZAZA, though they do cater to pets, doesn’t allow pets to use the spa facilities. It was my mom and she had set all of this up so I’d feel special! Yep, she loves me!!!







imageAfter a little siesta, I hopped up, showered, popped on the perfect Classic Kippers’ bow  and headed to the lobby where the ZAZA Mobile was waiting to whisk me off to my friend Slash’s house for dinner! His parents and my parents, long time friends,  had  already gone to see the English Bull Terriers at the Dog Show.

Slash and I had a great visit over a lovely 2007 Saxum -Syrah- an amazing wine! Dense, rich and layered! Then we feasted on venison pate*. Ah, while the cats are away the bullies play – in a well stocked wine cellar!

*Our parents dined on hot dogs and greasy chicken sandwiches at the show.  Life is all about choices-image



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The ZAZA “ZAGA” continues.
Now you all know about the posh pooch treats at the door of the ZAZA, as well as the champagne and other assorted treats, for humans. But, you may be unaware that they have a POND right in the middle of the lobby. Is that cool or what? I immediately strolled over, assuming that any notable pond would have turtles. I would consider The ZAZA notable wouldn’t you? Perhaps not on the level with Walden’s Pond- (they HAVE turtles), but notable nonetheless. I guess that we all know what happens when one assumes. I WAS slightly disappointed, but when I looked into the pond I found out that all which glitters is NOT 24K gold, but there is gold and there is gold. Personally, I was very excited and terribly impressed. The ZAZA has real live, swishy, swimming GOLD fish- actually Koi- and I was mesmerized. Dad did let me put my paws on the side of the pond, but kept his hands on my shoulders. What was he afraid of??? That I might go skinny dipping??? I think not! After all I was sporting a Classic Kippers!





Then I sauntered over to a fabulous pair of French chairs, which caught my eye as I headed out of the hotel on my way to he park. Tres chic, n’est ce pas? I chortled when I caught the irony of an English Bull dog’s image on a French chair.








The best part of the ZAZA is it’s location to parks and the Fine Art Museum. Actually, if one stays at The ZAZA, then one is in the hub of Houston’s culture. After all, what more could one want than access to fabulous art, history and a beautiful park in which to poop! (Yes, we pick up)

Following our walk to the park and back, I found my “dogs” were “barking”! (as humans would refer to their hurting feet) As a matter of fact, I had trucked along at quite a pace and was feeling it in my shoulders too. So, upon entering the lobby, I enjoyed a libation and then had the concierge make a reservation for me to have an in room massage. BUT THAT’s a story for my next post!

ZAZA ON HOLD- for a “Florence Nightingale” moment …if you please.


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I am TEMPORARILY interrupting the ZAZA “ZAGA” to bring all of you an important message.

One of my most ardent fans has been battling an illness for several months and I just found out this morning! I won’t use her name because Mama said that would just be plain tacky! I may be a lot of things, but tacky is not, I repeat NOT one of them! I pride myself on being a a Southern gentleman with impeccable manners. (There was that one little slip up when I goosed the lady in the back of the leg at THE ZAZA, but the elevator WAS crowded and it really WASN’T my fault.)

Of course, upon hearing the news about my friend’s illness, I went into immediate overdrive and raced to the store to buy the necessary ingredients to make sugar cookies. Classic Kippers‘ sugar cookies! My Auntie Susan loaned me her bow tie cookie cutter- yep, she absolutely has THE coolest kitchen gadgets this side of The Rockies!
Of course I knew that a dog bowl filled with Classic Kippers‘ bow tie cookies and a “bone fido” Classic Kippers‘ cup filled with flowers would be just the ticket for a speedy recovery!

I was absolutely, categorically, positively, lip smackin’ sure that Classic Kippers‘ sugar cookies would, at the very least, make her medicine go down better. I realize that Mary Poppins thought that a spoonful of sugar helped the medicine go down, but I’m here to tell you that she was perfectly mistaken. She probably meant sugar cookies, but perhaps it just didn’t fit the music.

ANYWAY, I got back to the house in record time, donned my apron, loosened my tie and set to work to put the “Iron Chefs” to shame.
Flour, sugar, butter, vanilla- I mixed, I rolled, I stamped, I cut- I created a gastronomic confectionary masterpiece!
OK, maybe they WERE just sugar cookies…









The hard part was waiting for these delectable treats to come out of the oven. Mom had to help get them out because I am “opposable thumbs challenged”, but I did a superb job of guarding my cookies until they cooled.




















Once the Classic Kippers’ bow tie cookies were individually wrapped-I run a professional kitchen-

I put them in a chic black bowl, added the flowers, and had APC Delivery rush them to the nice lady’s house.

I’m sure that she already feels better.





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You would be perfectly correct if you think that urban/hotel living suits me. It positively does! The miles of sidewalk, parks and fountains just call my name. Let’s face it, I could also get used to having complimentary treats available at all times.
And concierge service-
Upon arrival, glasses of champagne are given to the guests and there is a sideboard filled with delicious smelling edibles for their snacking pleasure. If I had a complaint, it would be that their human treats tend to lean more toward the gourmet than those for the visiting canine. However, just seeing a bowl of doggie bone delights sitting on the marble floor by the hotel entrance is, well, like the end of prohibition!
Boy did Mom have a tough time keeping me from snarffing up crumbs dropped by the humans. My proboscis was on major overload! SHEEESH, I was just trying to keep the place looking spiffy. At one point, I even noticed that “poodle girl” was looking down her nose at me from across the room. Her loss! I prefer to take life by the horns (very apropos in Texas) and enjoy every minute AND morsel! After all, as a rescue, and one who is living on “miracle time”, I’ve become a carpe diem kind of guy!
After a brief respite to enjoy the lobby ambience and libations, we were escorted to our room. I immediately checked out the balcony from where I had a great view of the Museum of Fine Art.image








Next, I ask for a “bum boost” so that I could check out the beds. There are definitely five paws up in my book! imageimage








After our belongings were unpacked and the suitcases put away, we headed several blocks down the street to the park. Stay tuned. More fun and giggles to come!!!!



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Last Friday was rather traumatic at my house. At least for me.
First, the suitcases came out and I was overcome with an ominous feeling, I couldn’t put my paw on it, but it just didn’t feel right. I should know by now that Mom and Dad cannot/would not leave me. Then I saw my travel crate being loaded and I barked “ROAD TRIP AROOOOOOOO-WOOF, WOOF!”- things were definitely looking up! I am required to be crated on long trips and it’s fine with me. (Something about safety.)  My crate was perfectly packed with a comfy cushion, my “Dream” blanket from Miss Leila Elizabeth, and of course “Turtle” and “Aqua dog” (my lovies).

What’s not to like?

I wanted to take “piggy” too, but was told that he was odoriferous. I, on the other hand, was given an oatmeal bath on Thursday. imageMy teeth were brushed, ears cleaned and I got a pawsicure! I should have “had a V-8″ moment (picture paw hitting head) or at the very least, figured that something was up. It WAS a Thursday after all and I usually get bathed on weekends.

Next, an ice chest was loaded with all of my dietary requirements, as well as my “dress” leash, bowls, water and a limited assortment of Classic Kippers bow ties. That left the back seat for Mom and Dad’s necessities. I was then given a “bum boost” into my crate






and the next thing I knew some man, whom I have never seen before, said “Welcome to the ZAZA!”.

ZAZA ZA ZOOOOOOOOM- We’ve never stayed at a hotel where a bowl of water and a bowl of dog biscuits were kept just outside the entrance. I was a tad miffed however, as I was not allowed to drink any of the water nor have a biscuit (SHEESH-I get nothing until there is a nutrition check but, to Mom’s credit, she does keep “the good kind” of treats in the car for just such occasions.
I LOVE the revolving doors here and seeing me go round and round and round makes some of the other guests giggle with unabashed delight.
Things just got better from that moment on! There was a gorgeous, though somewhat of an ingénue, standard poodle checking in at the same time. However, her mom insisted on having the doorman open the regular door for her. (Absolutely no fun!) Then there was the lovely lady in the Jimmy Choo shoes who squatted down to give me a kiss.image


Even the photos are awesome. EVERY TIME, and I do mean EVERY TIME I wait for the elevator, I just stare at the photo of the lady in the white dress- THAT makes my dad laugh!








Yep, there’s no doubt about it- THE ZAZA IS A TARGET RICH ENVIRONMENT!


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