Mr. Kippers “ROLLS” for 2016 Grand Marshal, FEBE, at Jazz Brunch!

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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler!
And those good times were rolling at the Krewe of Barkus & Meoux’s Jazz Brunch yesterday!
As most of you know, I was the 2014 Grand Marshal. The FIRST four-legged Grand Marshal, I might add.
Since then, the incomparable “Brave Heart” stepped up in 2015 and joined the “ranks” of four-legged Grand Marshals. He served admirably I might add, and now, today, we gave paws to honor the 2016 Grand Marshal, FEBE. “FEBE” which stands for Federal Bomb Expert- has served tours of duty overseas. He has also, on 15 different occasions, lent his bomb sniffing expertise to the FBI. On September 11, 2015, FEBE received a medical discharge from the military and retired. At that time, he was adopted by one of his handlers. FEBE suffers from lumbosacral stenosis, in other words- he has a bad back AND is unilaterally deaf. I am humbled to be in his company. He is a true veteran K-9 hero!
Everybody generally gets into Mardi Gras by wearing/decorating with the official Mardi Gras colors…purple, green and gold, but this year, I just couldn’t do it. I mean I come from such a solid military legacy on my human family’s side and with FEBE, as the Grand Marshal, I just felt a military theme was in order. (Actually, I think that my parents ancestors, have fought in every documented war and then some. Humph! And they say bull breeds are fighters. SHEESH!) But I digress. I just wanted to do something special for FEBE.
Naturally, I called in my Design Crew (Mom and Auntie Susan), Implementation Crew (Mom, Auntie Susan and Dad) and Pit Crew (Mom and Dad) and told them that I was going to “ROLL IN HONOR OF FEBE”! As always, they kicked it up a notch and magic started happening. (Mom did mention that a few days notice would trump no notice, but I did not get my scathingly brilliant idea until 36 hours before the party- creative brilliance cannot be rushed- only implementation can be rushed.) Dad bought me a little red wagon and then Mom and Auntie Susan transformed it into a pseudo Willys Jeep. I told them that since I was into rescuing by raising funds for the abused and abandoned, that I wanted my JEEP to be a MASH JEEP (MASH – Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) and that it had to have a big ole RED CROSS on the back! Also, even though FEBE was attached to the Air Force, I decided to “Go Army” to also honor General George S. Patton’s English bull terrier, Willie… possibly one of my ancestors!
So those were the instructions given and voila!…my new pseudo Willys JEEP was sitting in the hall this morning- all packed and loaded. My team even had signs made for the sides. And when I say packed, I mean PACKED! It was complete with an IV bag set up, just incase someone needed fluids. Y’all are aware of dehydration- are you not? One way to get dehydrated is to imbibe in long-term, persistent consumption of excessive amounts of joy juice.
This is Mardi Gras and I’m ready!
Mom and Dad put on their 2015 Duke and Duchess, Krewe of Barkus & Meoux sashes and I wore a hot little Classic Kippers’ camouflage bow tie number, real dog tags Dad had made for me, my Grand Marshal medal and Mom even made me a helmet for those times when I have to go to the front lines. And believe you me, if you’ve ever been hit in the head by flying Mardi Gras beads, then you’ll know that this helmet will come in handy. The whole point is that the beads should be thrown from the float to the parade goers, but in this day and age sometimes the parade goers throw beads back at the people riding on the floats- yes it’s tacky, it’s just plain tacky! Perhaps instead of the beads we should throw copies of Emily Post!
We arrived at The El Dorado casino, where the brunch was being held in one of their ballroom, my pseudo JEEP was unloaded, I hopped in (with a bum boost of course) and we were off!
Enjoy the photos!
That is NOT all……. Parades coming soon!

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Dad, Mom and I at the Eldorado

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MY GRAND ENTRANCE

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Meeting my K-9 HERO- FEBE!!!!

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Old Vietnam warrior meets young Afghanistan warriors.
These handsome brave men were our dinner partners today at the Barkus and Meoux Jazz Brunch. They also presented the Colors. We can’t remember when we’ve had a more delightful afternoon. I did get tickled when one young lion saw Dad’s Purple Heart lapel pin and asked Dad when he was in Vietnam. Dad replied, “2 tours- 1969-1971 before you were born and most likely before your Dad was born.”
He said, ” No, my dad was born in 1964.”
I really DID try NOT to chortle out loud.
My friends, these are the faces of those between us and the enemy and my new friend, 2016 Grand Marshal  FEBE, is the face or rather  “the nose”  between those men and IED bombs. God bless them all!

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Waiting for the Colors to be presented with my new friends with and without my helmet.

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Just everyone wanted a photo with me. It was special. Even my little buddy, Andrew came by my table!imageimage

My Jeep is so fabulous that when my presentation was over I could just lie down, chill out and watch everyone else!  Did I mention that Mom brought my special treats, so that anyone who wanted to give me something just had to pull a treat out of the bag and pop it into my mouth?

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And as I was leaving, Miss Ginger ran up to give me a goodbye kiss. She’s a real sweetheart and one of my favorite people.  Not only because she’s a nice lady, but because she does more for animals than one can imagine.

That is all- for now. Woof, woof aroooooo

HAPPY 2016!

It all began when my baby sister, Miss Sophie Peach, didn’t have anything fun to do on New Year’s Eve. It’s her first New Year’s with us and I felt rather sorry for the little waif. Even though memories of my wonderful New Year’s Eve date with Miss Leila Elizabeth, my heart throb, kept running through my mind. I just felt so sorry for Sophie Peach. She’s only been here about eight months and doesn’t know very many other dogs because she is so shy. Also, Mom and Dad won’t let her date yet because she’s still just a wee one. So, 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 certainly 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 Café King’s Rook. 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.
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, but mom saw my expression. She told me, quietly, that she had worn a similar outfit one summer, while visiting her cousin on the North Shore in Massachusetts, when she was a little girl.  Her cousin had been kind enough to take her out one evening and she knew that her “head gear” had embarrassed him terribly.  Mom said that through the years she’d felt bad about it, because she loves him so much, and she hated that she had put him in an uncomfortable situation.

I was certainly feeling his pain about now.


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 have my limits.
We arrived at Cafe’ King’s Rook 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!

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I wondered if there was enough champagne in the restaurant to get me through this dinner. I ordered another bottle and had them put the bucket by me.

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Sophie Peach got 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. I guess one could say that the pressure left me, in my “cups”! ( A term used “back in the day” for inebriated)

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Another hour passed and I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to be served our dinner!
The restaurant supplied party horns and glasses. I finally put the glasses on in hopes that no one would recognize me.

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And it was a good thing, because before I knew it, Sophie was again singing  and this time it was that Janis Joplin song , “Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz”.

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NOT HAPPENING!

Happy 2016!

THAT IS ALL.

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LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE!

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CHRISTMAS CHEER THE BULLIES ARE HERE!

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ROBINSON RESCUE CALENDARS = THE BEST STOCKING STUFFERS

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ROBINSON’S RESCUE CALENDARS = THE BEST STOCKING STUFFERS – BAR NONE!

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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a very special little girl named Ella and she was special for several reasons. One, because she likes me, which gives her an edge, and secondly she represents all that is good.

Personally, I felt that the beginning of this Christmas season, which is a time of giving, was the perfect moment to present my MR. KIPPERS’ GRATEFUL PAW AWARD.
It is given by yours truly,”Moi”, to a young person who has shown “Extraordinary initiative in the service of animals and for being their voice in the dark.”

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This year I presented it to Ella, who is 6 years old and in Mrs. Kennedy’s 1st grade class at Southfield School! She loves her Southfield family. Ella is a member of a Daisy Scout Troop and is taking them to Robinson Rescue in January to tour the facility which is so close to her heart. Ella chose to donate money to Robinson Rescue starting a couple of years ago when she wanted to have a lemonade stand in her neighborhood. Her parents told her she could, but needed to give the money to someone who was in need. She quickly decided that she would give it to needy animals. Did I not tell you? She’s a girl after my own heart!

I’ll bet you were thinking that she donated $25 or $30 to Robinson Rescue. If so, you would be perfectly wrong. My special little friend, Miss Ella, has donated HUNDREDS of dollars from her lemonade stand, bake sales and hot chocolate stand…AND …she always packages up dog treats for her customer’s pets!!!
Is that not the most thoughtful thing? Bless her heart! Ella operates on donations only and contributes her money from holidays and her birthdays as well. In her spare time she enjoys riding her bike, swimming and reading books. She loves spending time with her cousins, grandparents etc. and is so excited to become a big sister in January. She will finally have a buddy other than her border collie, Pace and rabbit, Bun Bun!!!!

Now it is paramount that Miss Ella and I explain a little bit about ROBINSON’S RESCUE. We have found that many think it’s a rescue shelter of sorts. Those people would also be perfectly wrong. In a way, it IS a rescue because through their spay/ neuter program, thousands of dogs and cats will live long, happy lives without becoming breeding machines like I was. That in turn helps to lessen the unwanted puppy/kitten population!

Now, Robinson Rescue has two great fun raisers each year. One is their calendar and the other is Best in Sheaux! (More on Best in Show in another blog)

The calendar is made up of the dogs of people who wish to donate $500 to have their pet’s picture put in the calendar. And that’s how it began-my relationship with Miss Ella. One of Santa’s elves informed me that Miss Ella had raised $500, so that she, too, could put her dog Pace’s photo in the calendar. Now that’s the INITIATIVE that won her my award!
Still, there are a great many people who think that Robinson Rescue is a shelter. And, since a picture is worth 1000 words, Ella and I decided to dress up for a special photo shoot in hopes that people will envision us in the operating room of Robinson Rescue and REMEMBER that it’s a LOW COST SPAY NEUTER FACILITY. Ella will be portraying  ROBINSON’S RESCUE’S resident veterinarian, DR. ANDREA MASTER and I will be portraying ALL of those who need to be SNIPPED & CLIPPED!

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Now, my new book, Mr. Kippers’ Rags to Renaissance- The Southern Education of an Abused English Bull Terrier will be wrapped under many a Christmas tree, but it’s paramount that ROBINSON’S RESCUE CALENDARS are in every stocking!

MR KIPPERS’ BOOK + ROBINSON’S RESCUE CALENDARS =  GREAT HELP FOR ANIMALS

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MORE ABOUT ROBINSON’S RESCUE AND THEIR AWESOME CALENDARS!!!
Robinson’s Rescue provides high-volume, high-quality, low-cost spay and neuter surgeries to dogs and cats in the northwest Louisiana region. The organization began in 2005 as an informal group of concerned citizens who met regularly to research best practices and programs in other communities that successfully lowered and eliminated the killing of healthy, adoptable dogs and cats. Robinson’s Rescue “saves lives through prevention” by performing an average of 35 surgeries per day, five days a week. The spay/neuter team has completed more than 37,000 surgeries since opening the facility in 2008.
Purchase a 2016 Robinson’s Rescue Calendar
This beautiful calendar is now available with a PayPal donation of just $18 ($15 + $3 shipping and handling). To buy yours online, visit http://robinsonsrescue.org/pages/calendar

Calendars can also be purchased for $15 at Robinson’s Rescue, 2515 Line Avenue, or at the following retail locations in Shreveport:

King Hardware and Gift
Rhino Coffee
Akin’s Nursery
Absolutely Abigail’s
Lewis Gifts
C & C Electric
Mrs. McGregor’s Garden
Jaded the Boutique
Maxwell’s Market
Just for Fideaux
Enchanted Garden

I’M BACK AND I’M PUBLISHED!

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I’m PUBLISHED!!!!!!

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HOT OFF THE PRESS!
Shreveport Times major coverage on
MR KIPPERS’ BOOK LAUNCH!!!
Woof, woof aroooo!!!

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Special thanks to CATHERINE LEWIS HOBBS, MIKE LEWIS and their GREAT STAFF for HOSTING SUCH AN INCREDIBLE BOOK SIGNING FOR ME, MR. KIPPERS, at their phenomenal store, LEWIS GIFTS!
It was shear perfection and an awesome launch for my book:
MR. KIPPERS’, RAGS TO RENAISSANCE, THE EDUCATION OF AN ABUSED ENGLISH BULL TERRIER

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Special thanks to Margaret Martin, Shreveport Times, for her fabulous coverage of my book launch and signing!

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Showtime! Mom and I are ready!

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Miss Ella Fanning receives my first ” MR. KIPPERS’ GRATEFUL PAW AWARD for

Extraordinary initiative in the service of animals and for being their voice in the dark.

Ella, age 6,  raised $500 (selling lemonade) in support of Robinson Rescue!

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Books were flying out the door with net proceeds going to help the abused and abandoned.

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Photographer Scarlett, stands in front of the positively humongous photo she took of me !

BIG BROWN DELIVERS

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BIG BROWN HAS DELIVERED!
Most of you know my affinity for “Big Brown”. He’s been bringing me gifts for the last two years-mostly turtle related items from my “bestest friends” from all over the country and beyond. But today, today he brought the motherlode!
Yep, THIRTY-EIGHT BOXES of books- MY BOOKS!! It took him three trips with a Dolly!
I told him that I wrote about him in the book, he was honored and said, “Kipps, it’s time for a Kodak Moment!”
Wooooooo Hoooooo!
It’s really going to happen!
My company, CLASSIC KIPPERS is going to add yet another avenue of revenue to help the abused and abandoned.
OH HAPPY DAY ~
OH HAPPY DAY!

BOOKS can be pre-ordered now, but will not be shipped until after November 20th.

Order at CLASSIC KIPPERS on Facebook

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾IMPORTANT ALERT!!!🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

Net profit goes to all breed rescue with this exception:

For those who are English bullterrier people, let me know –when you pre-order–because the funds garnered from your sales will go to the EBT
Rescue Welfare Trust Fund of BTCA!

CHAPTER 1 – I AM BORN – again

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JUST RESCUEDHELLO! My name is Mr. Kippers and this IS my story…

I wore baling wire for a collar and I had broken ribs. I was dangerously anemic. My X-rays bear out these facts. I was 90% deaf because of a horrific ear infection. My teeth carry the erosion marks of my trying to chew through the wire and I was terribly thin and malnourished. I had a birth defect, an elongated palate, which made it hard for me to swallow when I ate and even worse, difficult to breathe. Yet I was being used as a stud dog.
Then one day I got away. I was free, but sadly afraid, lost and confused. What had I done to deserve these grim circumstances?
I found myself standing in the middle of an intersection of a four lane highway in South Louisiana-terrified. Then fate intervened. A car drove up, the door opened and hands reached out and pulled me to safety. This had to be a dream- not everyone will pick up a starving stray, let alone a bull breed. Happily a lady named Tammie, who loves dogs was the person at the wheel. Because I was almost deaf and couldn’t hear the cars I surely would have been killed in the traffic. I didn’t know what would happen next, but it had to be better than the hell I was living. Tammie took me home and called my now adopted mom, Amanda, who is the Louisiana contact for BTCA Rescue (Bull Terrier Club of America). The paperwork was begun and I was put into the “system”. My age and physical infirmities were going to make my adoption difficult, but by the time we rolled into Shreveport, after the four hour ride from South Louisiana, Amanda and her husband Gordon said that I wasn’t going into foster care. I WAS home!
Initially I went to the veterinarian for a physical, to have my teeth cleaned, to be neutered, vaccinated, chipped etc. An operation was required to correct my swallowing and breathing issues. The recovery time was about six weeks. The antibiotics I received for my severe ear infection gave me back most of my hearing. My anemia is under control and I have gained 17 pounds. I will always carry the scars on my teeth and on my neck, but I am one of the lucky ones …for the scars on my heart have been healed by receiving unconditional love!

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