MARDI GRAS MAGIC or SHOCK and AWE?

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Mr. Kippers here-


I’m certain that all of you, like I, were waiting for “Shock and Awe” to happen today when “Kirby the Terrible” went to his first Mardi Gras parade.
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It is with great pride that I relay the news that Master Kirby represented Classic Kippers with great aplomb!


The SHOCK & AWE is happening to my parents and their friends who have only seen Master Kirby’s “out of control, no excuse” behavior in public, but today saw something else!

A little background:
The Highland parade is held during the day and is touted as “The Family Parade”. It’s NOT one of the big night parades! Mom and Dad went to a friend’s son’s home which is at the beginning of the parade route. That’s a plus!
People are everywhere! Some are set up on their lawns for family gatherings and some more like frat parties. It is definitely a smorgasbord of venues up and down the streets.

Every weekend they take Kirby to Lowe’s, Pet Smart, a coffee shop, etc. to work on his socialization. And every time they come home looking bewildered and bemused. First I thought it was the dementia on their part, (they are getting long in tooth)  but upon retrospect, I have decided that it’s “Kirbyitus”.
That being said, I heard Mom talking to Dad about immersion courses. You know, when a parent sends a child to a foreign country to learn the language? Surely they didn’t think it was necessary for Kirby to learn Russian Wolfhound, French Poodle or German Shepherd, because his English, being an English Bull Terrier, is still lacking!
As it turned out, Mom felt that he was still too wild on his weekend outings, so she thought that a Mardi Gras immersion -with lots of people, children, bands, loud music – you know, you’re basic bedlam , might just be the ticket! Evidently it was the right call because a good time was had by ALL- not just Kirby. Even Auntie Susan was there to validate!

So was it immersion or the MAGIC of Mardi Gras?

You decide!
Love, licks and woofs!
Mr Kippers

ON THE WAY TO THE PARADE

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WOW LOOK AT THOSE PEOPLE! WHAT ARE THE WEARING?

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WAITING FOR THE PARADE TO BEGIN WITH MOM!

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VISITING WITH MISS SHANNON AND MR. FRANK

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DR MARJORIE, YEP, SHE LOVES ME!

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MOM’S PALS…MISS DRU, MISS SHANNON, MOM AND AUNTIE SUSAN!

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HELPING POLICE WITH TRAFIC CONTROL!

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I HEAR THE FLOATS COMING!

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FLOATS!

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THE BARKUS FLOAT GAVE ME A DOG BISCUIT!!!

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WHOA BABY! LOOK AT THAT ONE!

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I GOT A FRISBEE!!!!

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DAD, IM GETTING TIRED…

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WALKING BACK TO THE CAR.

 

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MOM! I CAN’T STAY AWAKE!

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MASTER KIRBY + MARDI GRAS = ????

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Tomorrow a training exercise will take place which will allow my adopted son, Master Kirby, to work toward his ultimate goal of taking the helm of Classic Kippers at some point.
Most of you know that it’s MARDI GRAS time, and in Louisiana, that means party time! Mardi Gras, also called Shrove Tuesday, or Fat Tuesday, in English, refers to events of Carnival celebrations, beginning on or after the Christian feasts of the Epiphany (Three Kings Day) and culminating on the day before Ash Wednesday- the beginning of the Christian Lenten season.
In fact, the French phrase synonymous with Mardi Gras is “Laissez les bon temps rouler”- Let the good times roll!
Most of you are aware that my Mardi Gras roots run quite deep. In 2014 I reigned as the very first four-legged Grand Marshal of The Krewe of Barkus & Meoux! That year I rolled, in not only in the Mardi Gras parade, but that April, also in Shreveport’s Spring festival called Holiday in Dixie!

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In 2016, I once again stepped into the spotlight as The King of the Krewe of Barkus and Meoux with Miss Sophie Peach as my Duchess.

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There were also other functions- luncheons, visits to nursing homes, schools and interviews on live TV which required my being at the TV station prior to 5 AM! And of course a CLASSIC KIPPERS check presentation at one of the functions!

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Yep, the 2016 Mardi Gras Season kept us mighty busy as we rolled in the Barkus & Meoux Parade, as well as the Highland Parade and The Holiday in Dixie’s parade!
The best part was that my book,”Rags to Renaissance- The Southern Education of an Abused English Bull Terrier” had just been published, so my Dad and human brother, William, made me my very own float- complete with a totally comfy couch. None of this standing up to throw beads for me!

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(By the way, I had awesome signature beads  and cups to throw!)

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There was also a replica of my book which made up the entire end of the float! It was 72 times bigger than my actual book! And, because I love to sit in our family library by the fire and read, a faux fireplace was incorporated into the float.

Very cool! V E R Y, V E R Y COOL!

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Despite all of these wonderful touches, a four hour float ride is rather grueling and that’s just ONE parade!

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And then there’s the fact that I’ve turned thirteen.
It’s time! It’s time for Master Kirby to BEGIN to represent Classic Kippers. Actually, because many people “over party” anyway, it won’t look so bad for Master Kirby to be in the midst of revelers! In some cases, it might even make him look well mannered! {{{snort, snort, chortle, chortle}}}

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The jury is still out on that one! You don’t think I would actually allow him to represent our company at say, well, the Christmas party at John Pickens Fine Clothier? Not happening just yet!
Of course Kirby will not be a Grand Marshal nor a King. Those are basically earned positions. He needs to work his way up starting as a reveler, on the street. That includes collecting beads in the air and the street gutters.

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Revelers shout out, “Hey Mister! Throw me some beads!”
This afternoon we practiced.

By George, I think he’s got it!

Hang on Shreveport!
Mardi Gras and Master Kirby will meet on the streets tomorrow for the Highland Parade!

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❤HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!❤

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CLASSIC KIPPERS HAD A GREAT FEBRUARY!

We are sending love and Valentines to all!

Thanks you for buying our TIES, TEES and BOOKS!

WE LOVE YOU!

Mr Kippers, Miss Sophie Peach and Master Kirby!

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MR. KIPPERS TURNS 13!

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Four years ago, Gordon and I drove to Lake Charles to pick up an old bully who had been rescued out of the middle of a highway. One of my special rescue friends had called to tell me about him. She also said she’d foster him.
However, several days later, I received a call from a volunteer at a kill shelter in a South Louisiana Parish. They had a young male, tricolor bullterrier, who desperately needed to have a breed-specific rescue pull him. I put a stop on him and faxed the shelter my 501c3 papers. I called Tammie back and explained the dire need for him to be rescued. She then told me that she couldn’t foster them both, but if I’d take the old one, she’d take the young fellow. By the way, all vets who have seen the old warrior, estimated his age -then- as nine and the tricolor was 18 months- two years. (As it turned out the tricolor was completely deaf, we placed him a few months later, but it was not a good fit. Fortunately, a wonderful young couple, took the time to go and learn how to work with a deaf dog, put in an application. To this day, they are the proud adoptive parents of a very wonderful, totally deaf English bullterrier, who not only understands sign language, but gets along with all other dogs-thanks to this young couple whose time and dedication paid off.)
But I digress.
On February 13, 2013, we found ourselves heading to Lake Charles to pick up a scrawny, pitiful bullterrier who has literally changed our lives, but most importantly, he’s changed the lives of many animals in his four short years with us, as well as changed the minds of many humans not only about rescue, but breed specific rescue.
As we turned into the driveway at Tammie’s, we saw the two of them headed down the street toward us. At this point, I thought that this boy was a mini, albeit one on the tall side. In reality, backyard breeders and puppy mills often produce animals which do not conform to the breed standard. I had not been around minis very much, but was fairly certain this pitiful bag of bones (27 pounds) was just that. After all, the male bullterriers which we have owned were taller and topped the scales at 80+ pounds. Time proved me wrong, as this 27 pound bully was not a mini, but rather a small standard.
After a visit, we headed back to Shreveport with this skinny boy, whose eyes held no emotion one way or the other. By Alexandria, he stopped looking out the window and settled into my arms, by Shreveport he belonged to us.
(Most of you already know what has transpired these last four years, but if you don’t and would like to know more, just read his story on his blog, on his FB page or his website : classickippers.biz)
Now at 50 pounds, four years later and a new life time of experiences, we celebrate the anniversary of his arrival into our lives, as well as his 13th birthday.
We know we are on borrowed time, and each day with him is indeed a miracle.
He still loves to put on his Classic Kippers’ bow ties and hear the word “showtime” as well as the click of the camera as his journey is documented. He has remained humble, yet the newspapers, radio, television and Internet applaud his success.
In his comical, loving way, he has shown everyone that bull breeds can be wonderful, and that ALL rescues need our help.
This weekend, Mr Kippers chose to celebrate his 13th birthday with a couple of turtle friends, Miss Sophie Peach and his protégé, Master Kirby. Gordon and I chose to celebrate this life who has, unequivocally, changed ours forever!
Happy Birthday Kippers, you may not have been loved the first nine years of your life, but you are loved now by us and those who follow you throughout the world!
Cheers!

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🏈SUPER BOWL- THE REAL WINNERS! 🎨🐕🐈

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There are Super Bowl Ads and then there are Classic Kippers’ Ads.

Needless to say, Classic Kippers does NOT have a spare 5 million for a 30 second TV spot. We actually have no budget at all for advertising, but Mom works hard to keep me out there through clever photography. I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I really think it’s my debonair, classic style that keeps interest up. But to her credit, the sets she pulls together, on a shoestring, certainly make things more fun! Until today anyway, but it wasn’t her fault, it was Kirby.

You see, I am doing all of the PR for the awesome dog and cat bowls which have been made by the talented artists at Evergreen’s Matters of the Art, while locally owned Cuban Gift Shoppe is selling these awesome pieces for the artists, with proceeds going to Robinson’s Rescue. These artists are developmentally challenged, but they work very hard at their craft, take great pride in their work and are thrilled when their pieces sell! We are definitely a WIN-WIN team!

Since it’s Super Bowl weekend, why not plan to spend it with your best friend- man’s best friend that is- your dog- or cat – whatever your fancy. You can buy an awesome doggie dinner dish and fill it with some of Cuban’s snack mix for you, but don’t forget to throw in a few choice “Barkery Bites” for Fido from a pet shop. Oh and Cuban’s cheeses- they definitely have the best “paws up” selection in town! Grab a six-pack or two of your favorite brew, wine if you prefer, or one of Cuban’s really smoooooooooth single malt Scotches. Don’t forget a bottle of water for Fido! After all, someone needs to be the designated walker during half time!

I had a scathingly brilliant idea! Our Classic Kippers’ Super Bowl ad needed to showcase the dog and cat bowls by Matters of the Art along with Cuban’s incredible snacks and delicious libations!

Mom created a fun set for us. One side would be the colors of the New England Patriots and the other the Atlanta Falcons. I chose the New England Patriots because two of my foster brothers live just outside of Boston and then there’s that bonnie “Irish” lass who lives in Maine….

The idea was that surrounding the photo would be the two palm trees synonymous with the Cuban Gourmet Shoppe, as well as the Super Bowl LI team’s logos. On set would also be the dog bowls filled with all the accoutrement necessary for a fun evening  while watching the Super Bowl! And of course, Kirby and I would be seated on our designated sides supposedly watching the game on television. That WAS the plan…

May I say that this was the absolute WORST photo shoot on record?!

At one point I tried to hide my head in a “deflated” football and when that didn’t work  I just closed my eyes!

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If it had been the game itself, Kirby would have put himself right out of the game due to penalties.

He was dancing in the end zone, he was face masking the bags of treats and he even tried a quarterback sneak although, he’s more of a sneaky quarterback.

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Dancing in the end zone 

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Face masking the treats

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Quarterback sneak!

Call them penalties, call them bloopers- you decide!

Needless to say, where we were once looking forward to watching the game together in harmony, we are now a house divided! Things got so bad on the set that I just turned my back and looked the other way! It was humiliating.

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But don’t let our discourse ruin your Super Bowl! PLEASE consider running to the Cuban Gourmet Shoppe for your Super Bowl snacks this afternoon and while your there, buy Fido or Felix a bowl and make a difference in the life of a person with disabilities, as well as the life of an abused and abandoned animal.

No matter who wins the Super Bowl, a purchase from Matters of the Art will help the artists and the animals be the TRUE winners!

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY WEBSITE TOO!

ClassicKippers.biz

and Face Book Classic Kippers!!

COLLABORATING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Paying it Forward!!

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MR.KIPPERS here and I am thrilled to be collaborating with CUBAN GOURMET SHOPPES to PAY FORWARD my good fortune of having been rescued, by presenting the beautiful works of EVERGREEN’S, MATTERS OF THE ARTS, talented artists!

Just  this week I donned my hospital gown, dashing Classic Kippers’ EKG bow tie and met the artists at Robinson’s Rescue. There we posed with their awesome dog and cat bowls which are themselves,  works of art!
These wonderfully dedicated artists, who are developmentally challenged, have created one of a kind dog and cat bowls for your most deserving canine or feline.

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Your purchase of one of these masterpieces is actually THREE GIFTS IN ONE!

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FIRST, a gift for a special dog or cat                                                          (guaranteed to make eating even more of a  pleasure!)
SECOND, a gift of joy, as your purchase will delight the artist who crafted your piece. (On the back of each work of art is the artist’s story)
THIRD, a gift of the net profit, from your purchase, will go to ROBINSON’S RESCUE, Shreveport’s low-cost, high quality spay/neuter facility. By doing this, you are helping ROBINSON’S RESCUE to “save lives through prevention”. Preventing unwanted litters from being born, through spay/neutering, helps ROBINSON’S RESCUE’s mission of reducing animal overpopulation and euthanasia in our community.

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When we all work together in our community, GREAT things happen. That is why CUBAN GOURMET SHOPPES and CLASSIC KIPPERS support the works of EVERGREEN’S MATTERS OF THE ART and ROBINSON’S RESCUE!

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YOU MAY PURCHASE THESE BEAUTIFUL DOG AND CAT BOWLS AT

CUBAN Gourmet Shoppes , 928 Pierremont Rd, Shreveport, LA

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❤❤HEARTS ARE WILD❤❤

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❤Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Classic Kippers has gifts,

especially for you.

Rags to Renaissance, my beautiful book,

And bow ties to give you a savior faire look!

The day of hearts is two weeks away,

Please change the fate of a heartbroken stray.

We need to sell books and my “Classic” bow ties,

To raise funds for animals , we can’t let them die.

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❤February 14, Valentine’s Day, is a time for hearts and expressions of love. This year our family shares a first Valentines’ Day with a very special heart, my protégé, Master Kirby.

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❤Many of you are aware that I really didn’t create Master Kirby in a laboratory as my clone (for those of you who fell for my ruse I say -“GOTCHA!”).

❤Master Kirby was a gift, actually two gifts, just like my books, ties and tees!! When you purchase one of our gifts you’re buying something made in America that will bring happiness to the recipient. But it’s also a second gift, in that you are helping save the life of an abused and abandoned animal.

❤Master Kirby was born after our beloved Annie took her last breath and as you will see, he also has been two gifts in one.

❤Annie, for those of you who aren’t aware, was our precious red and white bullterrier who had lived 8 1/2 years of her life in a cage, as a breeding female for a back yard breeder. When her horrible owners moved, knowing that they no longer had use for this spent old girl, they just left her in the cage- no food, no water. A neighbor heard her crying. Mom and Auntie Susan did not know if she would even make it home from Houston when they picked her up. Thankfully, rescue vet extraordinaire, Dr. Keith Ratcliff, worked tirelessly to save her.

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❤For 10 1/2 months this precious bully girl knew love from people across the world who followed her journey! She also knew exceptional veterinary care. Her hair grew back and  her tail was ALWAYS wagging. Despite that abuse, she loved everyone. Annie even walked the runway at Best in Sheaux, in the name of all who have suffered by the had of man. She didn’t just walk that runway, she rocked it! People clapped and cried! Her life had purpose!!

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❤Sadly, her lungs were so damaged that they were never able to heal and on a beautiful blue sky day in June, “OUR ANNIE” the people’s Annie, took her last breath in my Mom’s arms.

❤What we didn’t know, was that when Annie took her last breath, a life elsewhere took his first. You see, there was a baby boy bully born to some of Mom’s friends in Texas. After all, when God closes a door he opens a window.img_5025

❤The first puppy, out of an almost all brindle and white litter, had arrived. He was big, red and white and had Annie’s paw of approval stamped right on his back. I kid you not. Annie’s signature was her heart and right there, in the middle of the puppy’s back, was a little white heart!

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❤The friends knew that this puppy was meant to become a part of the Classic Kippers’ Team. They knew that I would need a protégé and what better one than a red and white pup, who looks a lot like me AND with Annie’s paw of approval on his back! TWO gifts in one!

❤Even though it took two photo shoots and 246 pictures to get a few, I have to say that Master Kirby is getting better every day! If only he would stop trying to taste test the props! Those little red “petal” hearts scattered about the set were his Achilles heel!

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❤Master Kirby is only seven months old and where other dogs are beautifully trained at seven months, one must remember we are English bullterriers! I give Master Kirby a “B” for Photo shoot behavior (there is always room for improvement), but unfortunately he is still a “D-” the rest of the time.

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❤As we say in the South, he’s just a “HOT MESS”!

❤I will, however, give him an “A +” for his exuberant and affectionate attitude toward people who are brave enough to get near his whirling dervish self, as Mom and Dad walk the halls of Lowe’s trying to socialize him.

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❤By the time he’s three years old he will come into his own. And, as of the writing of this blog, we only have two years, eight months, two weeks, six days, 24 minutes and 10 seconds until he will hit that magic GOLDEN age of three!

❤❤HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!❤❤

❤Our gifts maybe purchased at John Pickens Men’s Clothier in Shreveport, LA, Olivine, Rice Village in Houston, TX and on our website, ClassicKippers.biz
Show your heart and please think of us this Valentine’s Day!

HAPPY 2017 and Baby New Year has arrived!

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It all began when my baby sister, Miss Sophie Peach, was complaining about having to play nursemaid to  Master Kirby. I felt rather sorry for the little waif, but I have been busy with Classic Kippers, this IS the holiday season you know! That left entertaining Master Kirby to Miss Sophie Peach. She has been trying to tell him that he could NOT be the 2017 Baby New Year, true he is a baby, but NOT Baby New Year! Despite being told that repetitively, he insisted on being Bully Baby New Year! SHEESH! Even making his costume fell to poor Sophie Peach.  Granted it was just a diaper and a hat, but putting a Tasmanian Devil, named Kirby, in a diaper is not an activity which I would relish. Naturally, all of this made me feel particularly sorry for Sophie Peach. So, like a good it brother, I bit the proverbial bullet and ask her if she would like for me to take her out to dinner on New Year’s Eve. She was so excited! So much so that I knew I had made the right decision. Sometimes one must give up one’ s personal enjoyment for the benefit of another.
I made a reservation for two at Bullitoires. A fabulous new restaurant with ambience that just screams, NEW ORLEANS! I must admit that I ask for a corner table because part of me hated the thought of being out on a “date” with my baby sister. Being magnanimous only goes so far. After all, I had no idea how she would behave. In the almost two years she’s lived with us I have seen her go from SOUTHERN BELLE to A RED HAIRED HELLCAT in a matter of moments. It’s NOT pretty!

I told her that we would leave the house at about 7 o’clock, I was definitely going to make it an early evening, so that I might later meet up with some of my friends.
I waited for Sophie in the entrance hall when lo and behold she descended the stairs looking like Alice in Wonderland gone amok. Either that, or she was trying to pick up another galaxy with her new “radar” headgear. She was so proud of the way she looked that I didn’t have the heart to say anything to her.
It was obvious that I would just have to tough it out, knowing that Sophie Peach thought she looked beautiful and wanted me to be proud of her. Which basically I was… but I do have my limits.
We arrived at Bullitoires and were escorted to a beautifully appointed table for two.

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I immediately ordered a nonalcoholic bottle of champagne in hopes of, well, you know.
Since dogs don’t drink, or shouldn’t, and because our champagne was nonalcoholic, it was permissible for Sophie Peach to have some. But, I think the bubbles went straight to her head! Jumping Jehoshaphat! The next thing I knew she was IN the champagne bucket! How does one spell E M B A R R A S S I N G?

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I wondered if there was enough champagne in the restaurant to get me through the dinner. I ordered another bottle and had them put the bucket by me so I could keep an eye on it!

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Sophie Peach did get up to go to the ladies room which gave me a moment to compose myself.

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Interestingly, when she came out, she had traded her ridiculously big bow, with someone else, for an adorable fascinator.

The evening was looking up.

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Well, at least until she started singing “Auld Lang Syne” and it was only 8:30!

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Unfortunately for me, the kitchen was very slow which made our dinner terribly delayed.  And if matters could get much worse, Miss Sophie Peach’s cell phone started dinging. Instead of unasumingly turning it off , she committed a terrible faux pas- she actually pulled it out of her purse and put it on the table! And, just as I was getting ready to admonish her for this social blunder, the clock struck midnight.  I looked down to see pictures  of ” Bully Baby New Year” popping up one after another on her screen.

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It seems that Master Kirby got his wish and is the 2017 Baby New Year after all- and I……

well, I have a sick headache.

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Happy 2017!

THAT IS ALL.

OPERATION DASHER & DANCER !

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Mr. Kippers here with the story of our 2016 Christmas Miracle.

 

People are always saying “small world” and indeed it was proven, once again, on Thursday, December 22, which is where our Christmas Miracle begins.
It would be an understatement to say that Mom has an easy job with her email. It was once “normal” until I came along and now she handles mine, Classic Kippers, Angel Annie’s and now Kirby’s. Actually, Kirby doesn’t get so much just yet, but all private messages and comments on these FB pages flow into her email and it was no different on December 22.
Among hundreds of emails one particular Private Message shone among the others like the Christmas star ⭐️!

It began, “Hi Amanda, I got your name from Barbara Dove Keck, as I am a fellow old fox hunter. I’m reaching out to you for any leads or if you can help. I have two hounds in a high kill shelter in Minden, LA which need to go to Augusta, GA or Aiken, SC or I might even be able to drive to ATL if needed. I’d be a foster mom paying all their fees and keeping them until they are fattened up and when ready, they have been accepted by Second Chance Rescue up North. Problem is I’ve tried Operation Roger (truckers) , Pilots n Paws, and bunches of others and no one is willing to drive or fly and be paid for gas or time to get these two hounds further east and closer to GA. The Minden animal control officer is ready to euthanize them on Tuesday. Any ideas or leads? I was hoping there was an underground railroad and I posted to LA Transport, but no takers. Any help is much appreciated as the clock is ticking on their lives.
Thank you,
Susie Huiet

Mom had only to read “fellow foxhunter” to know she had to read that message immediately.
She knew it must be important because no one would “just want to chat” three days before Christmas no matter what they had in common!

THIS SMALL WORLD.

My mom has been a mounted foxhunter since the early 1970’s, so when a new Internet group called “FOXHUNTER’S ONLINE began, she joined. It was a great way to share foxhunting stories, keep up with old friends and meet new ones. One of the “new” she met many years ago was the administrator of FOL- Barbara Dove Keck. Barbara is not only a foxhunter, but a lover of all animals and has been keeping up with Mr. Kippers and Angel Annie through the years.
Barbara knew that Mom was not only a foxhunter, but was also the coordinator of rescue for English Bullterrier’s in Louisiana.
This was Thursday night the 22nd of December – less than three days before Christmas. Mom feared that their only chance was to find someone headed east for Christmas, but that was a stretch since it was already the 22nd and most people would probably be leaving on the 23rd, if they had not already left, to visit family.
She also knew in her heart that was a slim chance since these dogs are large. Miss Biscuit, our resident fox hound, weighs in at around 100 pounds and though these dogs are malnourished, they are on large frames.
Mom, with tears streaming (poor Dad was alarmed when he saw her feverishly pounding the keys of her laptop) put out a few feelers on both her Facebook page, my Classic Kippers Facebook page, and our Angel Annie’s Rescue FB page.
She knew it was a long shot, but she’d try. Then Mom had an idea, one of my most ardent, Classic Kippers, supporters is a wonderful woman named Margaret Lockenvitz- Gabhart, who is a trucker out of Las Vegas. She and her husband team drive with their English bullterriers, Bruno (brindle) and Boris (both rescues)!  I’m not sure Bruno has a drivers license but he certainly likes to get behind the wheel ! 

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Margaret was kind enough to put out a help request to other truckers who might be headed east down the I 20 corridor.
This was going to be a quiet Christmas for us this year, so Mom figured -worse case -we could drive across Louisiana and Mississippi if another party, or parties, could take the Alabama, Georgia legs of the trip.
While Mom waited to hear from Miss Margaret, she got a message from a professional photographer who had taken the most awesome pictures of me, which appeared in The Shreveport Times when my Classic Kippers line was first launched four years ago, and then again at my book launch last Christmas. The message consisted of the sweetest words a rescuer can ever hear:
“Hi Amanda, saw your post needing someone to transport two dogs to Augusta, Ga. I might be able to do it. I’ve got a van and plenty of time. Give me a call as I have a couple of questions.”
Mom called, and when the questions were answered, he said “YES”!
Thus making “photographer” Doug Collier, “Christmas Angel”, Doug Collier!
I’m most certain that one could hear the cheers all the way from Shreveport, Louisiana to Aiken South Carolina!
So the plan began to unfold.

Another rescue angel and dog groomer, Sydney Edwards, who is in Minden, Louisiana, put a hold on the hounds and then picked them up from the shelter on Monday Dec 26th.
She took care of getting their papers in order and then took them to be groomed.
As a former rescue from the streets, I know the unusual, but wonderful feeling of a warm bath and a loving hand. It’s a memory forever etched in my mind, as well as getting food on a regular basis and not just scraps or food from garbage cans …real kibble!
Miss Susie has appropriately named them Dasher (tri color) and Dancer (black and tan). Not only because it is Christmas time, but because if you know hounds they can definitely do some serious dashing and dancing!
Dasher was adopted as a pup from the shelter and later found as a young dog chained to a trampoline.

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I’m not certain of Dancer’s story, but soon you will all know the rest of this marvelous Christmas Miracle!

OPERATION DASHER & DANCER

At 8:03 this morning Christmas
Angel Doug put Minden, Louisiana in his rear view mirror and headed East with his precious and grateful cargo. And you know what? He’s not taking them to meet the nice lady, Miss Susie in Augusta Georgia as originally planned, this wonderful, kind hearted  man is driving them all the way to Aiken, South Carolina to Miss Susie’s farm!

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At 10:32 The three D’s (Dasher, Dancer & Doug) crossed into Mississippi. Unfortunately they have hit driving rain and will probably be in it until they get through Alabama.

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LIVINGSTON ALABAMA

Stopped for gas, water  and a walk!

BACK ON THE ROAD!

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MR. KIPPERS GUIDE MY RESCUE “SLEIGH”

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This past week we welcomed a 14-year-old, on all fours, to our family- but it’s not what your thinking!
You see, last year Mom decided to downsize from having had SUV’s since 1997 and decided on a crossover.
Big mistake. B.I.G. mistake, B.I.G. MISTAKE! – well, at least for rescue. It does drive like a dream, but who cares when the life of one of my kind is in need of rescue?  Helloooo???
Fortunately for Mom, the first two rescues with the crossover were somewhat polite individuals. (Yes , Becca, one was Georgie.) Georgie’s a really cool guy who was adopted by one of mom’s friends in Massachusetts. Actually, I think both were just so grateful to be rescued that they chose not to eat the car. Mom of course is a proponent of crates because it is the safest thing for an animal to be in when traveling. Many dogs are lost on the road because they are not crated when an accident occurs. And those people who ILLEGALLY allow dogs to stand in the back of an open pick up truck????? – SHEESH!
Mom of course intended to put two crates in the crossover.   Unfortunately,  she found that not even a medium one would fit in the very back, because of the car’s hatchback slope. It was a dilemma indeed ! Mom and Auntie Susan put one bully in the backseat and one in the very back with a partition between them. As it turned out, the “rescuers” were very fortunate, because the “recuees” behaved quite well. I can assure you that some of the rescues Mom has brought home would have trashed the car prior to their arrival in Shreveport!
Dad drove a plush pick up truck, but without a camper top, it was totally unsuitable for rescue. Dad had a chance to sell his truck, took the opportunity and drove the family’s jeep until he could figure out what he wanted to do. It appears that he has been doing some serious sleuthing for a solution. Well, “what to do” popped up on his radar a week ago! Dad and human brother William, headed to Texas to check out a vehicle which Dad thought would be fun to drive and perfect for both bully rescue and horse activities. He also knew Mom had always wanted one. The vehicle is 14 years old and has been carefully maintained. What a find!  Specially since they are no longer made! The only issue was one fog light was burned out. Piece of cake.
Mom knew the type vehicle they were looking for, but it’s hard to find one that has not only been well maintained, but has low mileage. This was indeed a find and when Dad drove in the driveway, Mom met him on the terrace grinning from ear to ear. It was perfect! Well perfect might not have been “school bus yellow”, but when one gets lucky and finds a luxury model, with low mileage on a vehicle that is no longer made, one cannot get too picky about color. Besides it’s happy and it makes people smile!
Shucks, it makes me smile and I have affectionately named it:

“The Classic Kippers’ Bully Bus”

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Mom has it decked out for Christmas with a red nose, antlers and a big ol’ wreath on the back. What’s not to like?

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It seems that since Dad has been home he has only driven it a day or two. Yep it’s a fact! Mom is terribly smitten with it and is delighted to be back in a big vehicle…and it’s B.I.G.alright. This puppy is on the frame of 3/4 ton dually truck! It will accommodate FOUR CRATES! A shout out to my fellow bullies needing rescue. ***Call 1.555.BULLBUS ***

We’ve already been out delivering books and tees locally. And yesterday, we made a post office run to ship two pawtographed copies of my book, Rags to Renaissance, to Virginia, two tees to California and three of my Classic Kippers bow ties down under. Yep, that’s right! Three of my bow ties are winging  their way to Australia!

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Please keep Classic Kippers on your Christmas list!

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When you purchase any one of my offerings- a bow tie*a tee or my book- you are not  only purchasing a beautiful gift made in America, but you’re helping to save the life of an abused and abandoned animal, as the net profit of your purchase goes to rescue.

*  my bowties are made in New York for humans, but they can also be worn by dogs who have a neck between 13 1/2 inches and 17 1/2 inches.

Santa Claus is busy & the Elf on the Shelf is in trouble.  We’ve got this handled!

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ON KIPPERS!

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ON KIRBY!

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ON MISS SOPHIE PEACH! 

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