Hello my 2 legged and 4 legged friends:
I have no clue who this Erin human is who wrote the blog down below. But it certainly shows the positive power of a calendar with a silly pooch! Hm-m-m-m-m, I think I'll send one of my 2009 Schmitty Faux Paws calendars to both Senators Obama and McCain.

Who knows, maybe my new calendar could help humans through these tough economic times. :)
Hey, something's gotta work. I'm only a 5 pound pooch, but I still don't get why are we in such deep doo-doo?

Note to Erin - hope you find your chocolates!

BARK THE VOTE!

Arf-Arf,
Schmitty, The Real New Yorkie

Reprinted from: http://doyouhaveacanteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-schmitty-fetch-me-mochi.html

Can Schmitty Fetch Me Mochi?

I have a calendar in my room, it's called "Schmitty Goes Hollywoof". It involves a Yorkie named Schmitty, and his tiny friend Pudge- who are both keen to recreate famous Hollywood moments. This month Schmitty is dressed as "Super Pooch," he's wearing a red cape and flying over very tall buildings. The caption underneath him reads "Forget about the phone booth, I need a fire hydrant!" Next month Schmitty will be starring as "The Extra Terrier," in which Pudge plays E.T. and Schmitty takes on the role of the little boy who desperately tries to get him back home. These images have always warmed my heart, and if all else in my life is failing at least I know that I can peek in on Schmitty to see what wacky adventures he's up to.

However, the calendar is also the place where I keep track of big events. Amanda's birthday, two days away, the premiere of Dexter, three days away, my big GRE test, six days away. I even put a few stars around the words "GRE test" to remind me how important that day is. Yet, I find myself once again procrastinating. And just how am I choosing to spend my time now? Tracking down mochi ice cream.
I've ever only had it over the span of a week I spent in L.A., and I've been affected ever since. According to Wikipedia it's a Japanese confection that is filled with ice cream. According to me it's the best damn thing I've ever tasted. These little ice cream balls of magic made my life worth living, and I was hoping to have the same effect here in Florida. But just my luck, no one here cares about Japanese confections. I've been to every organic, health, and Asian grocery store within a twenty mile radius to no avail. I found that you can order a box online, but with shipping it comes to a hefty price tag of $50. Something I just can't rationalize spending when I won't even turn on my radio for fear of having to get more gas.
Life can be cruel. With a massive test looming and no mochi to be had, I simply have to be satisfied with the positives. Those are that in five more days Schmitty will be off on a new adventure, and that I might be able to live vicariously through him.
Posted by Erin at 10:36 AM

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