Isn't Dad Handsome?

I just wanted to take a minute and remind everyone out there of how good looking my father is. He is so handsome, I would rate him a 10. Not only that but he is nice too!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Once Again Mom is Looking for a Job...!

Once again, Mom is looking for a job. I find this to be an unfortunate turn of events because it means that I will be, again, relegated to my cage for the better part of most days. I am so sad about this, it makes my tail uncurl.
I have taken to hiding under the bed whenever I see that Mom is gathering her purse, and not my leash or collar, in the hopes that this little antic will delay her enough to miss an "interview" but alas, it never does. Mom simply climbs under the bed and drags me out to put me in my cage, or else tells me that I am silly while holding up me leash.
Mom does have some interesting prospects, one job at the Denver Zoo teaching kids, which Mom thinks is probably a lost cause, a job with a travel agency, which Mom thinks will be really fun and hopes that she gets, or a job at the Post Office, which apparently pays well and offers good benefits.
I personally hope that Mom doesn't get the job at the travel agency because they offer discounts on travel, which would mean that Mom and Dad could probably actually travel as much as they both want to - oh no!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

EBay is Obnoxious

For the past few days Mom and Dad have been spending a lot of time hovering around the family computer talking about something called "eBay".
Apparently Mom found a huge stash of Dad's old toys in the attic of his parents house and is now selling them on this "eBay".
Personally I find this lack of interest in me, and increase in interest for the computer obnoxious and hurtful, and so I have decided that "eBay" is obnoxious.
It is not only the lack of attention that my parents have been paying me the past week while they have been working on their "eBay" "listings", it is the things that seem to happen to them on this "eBay" and their reactions to them.
For instance, earlier this evening Mom said "yes, our item has been bid up"!!!! and Dad cried "really!! How much?!?!?". The actual talking was fine, but the fact that Mom "accidentally" kicked me in her excitement over this "bidding up", was not.
Also, some jerk has been harassing Mom about accepting cash instead of "paypal". This worries me for two reasons, 1. this dude is harassing my mother and I don't like that and 2. "paypal" sounds like it might be dog related because aren't dogs "pals", is Mom trying to get this guy to pay her in dogs?!? I hope not! There is barely room on the bed for me and those pesky cats as it is!
love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Supersize Me, Or Don't, Whatever

The people who live in this country (America) all seem to be inordinately obsessed with the issue of size; how big someone is or isn't, the number of "lbs" on the scale, or the length and girth of certain male parts, which I am not going to go into here except to say, please don't hump me with any of them.
My mother, Rachele, is what is referred to as a "big woman"; she is chunky, overweight, fluffy, or just plain fat, depending on the connotation that a person is trying to express when describing her.
Mom says that because she is "fat" she is discriminated against in the job market, her personal life, and in clothing stores. She says that people assume that she is from a low income background (because statistically speaking more people from lower class backgrounds are "fluffy"), and that she is uneducated and unintelligent (because being "overweight" despite all of the warnings about it's adverse health effects makes a person look "stupid").
I want to know why this size matters. Why people assume that how my mother looks is at all an expression of who she is. In reality my Mom is extremely intelligent, stylish, and fun. But more than that she is the wonderful person that she is, not the slightly larger than average person that she presents to the outside world.
In the picture above you will see a picture of me frolicking with several Great Danes, dogs that are by all estimations much, much larger than I am. But even though there is a size difference between the four of us in this picture you can be sure that that difference made no difference in our decisions to play and have fun together. We made those decisions based on personality and interest, and general attitude.
So please, be like a Pug, try to base your decisions about play, work, and life on, what people are like on the inside, not what they just happen to look like on the outside!!!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck
Ps if you want to see more pictures of me playing with other dogs then go to this website!
http://www.jemimajonespug.shutterfly.com