Bye Bye Barney

Dear readers,

Whatever your feelings were for our former president, take a moment to remember the real leader of the Oval Office, Barney Bush.  Sadly, Barney passed away this last Friday.

I never had the chance to meet Barney in person, though I had received many an invitation during his eight year reign.  I always had a prior engagement and regretted to decline as he and I were kindred in some ways.  He had an excellent security record, as do I.  He was well-connected and entertained his guests with grace and calm, as do I.  He loved the outdoors, as do I. He was a loyal and faithful companion, as am I.  No matter the situation, Barney always knew how to hadle himself with dignity and poise, as do I.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/george-w-bush-dog-barney-dies-lymphoma-article-1.1253824

It's a sad time.

Bye bye, Barney.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=related&v=Wb1WfYft4Xc

Yours truly,


Sweetie P.

Bo knows

Dear readers,

I have important news to share.  Seems like there is hope for the future, after all.

http://www.theonion.com/articles/bo-obama-receives-visiting-dognitaries-from-furugu,31075/

Your welcome!

Ta ta,
Sweetie

P.S.  Thanks to my loyal fan for the tip.

Down and Out

Dear loyal readers and committed fans,

I feel it is my duty to confess about an unfortunate situation.  Since I have been transported to this secret and undisclosed location, I have had to make several visits to the doctor's office.  While I confidently report that as of today I am in tip top shape, since I arrived here, that has not always been the case.  In the middle of November, I had to undergo a series of tests, the results of which caused me to be put under the knife, again (loyal readers, you may remember reading about a similar prior event). 

The mark of the tests.

This time, however, the procedure was a little more complicated and I suffered terrible pains post-op.  

Poor little me recovering.

Just this morning, I needed to go back to the doctor's to follow-up on a side effect from my prior procedure.  I was loaded up with more pills (you loyal fans understand my reference) and sent home with the clearance to report back to duty.  Then, if my problem has not improved in two weeks, I may have to go back in, again.  

Rest assured that despite all my troubles and suffering, I look fantastic and feel like a puppy, but these ailments are unusual to me as I am what is normally known as perfect.  I'm a little shaken up by all that has happened and am reconsidering risking the constant hounding of the puparazzi to receive treatment at my trusted Blum Hospital.

Yours truly,
Sweetie P.

The Night the Earth did not Stand Still

Dear Readers,

I'm letting you all know that I survived the earthquake unharmed.  Last night I was enjoying some quality time with my people when I felt the earth move.  I did not appreciate that sensation, but I was not completely surprised by this act of nature as my keen senses had given me some indication that something bizarre was going to happen.

Once I was able to assess the situation, I readied myself for the inevitable call for a search and rescue mission.  Fortunately, the earthquake did not cause any severe damage here and no one went missing.  For the time being, my services have not been needed, although I did receive many requests for a visit.  People knew that one look at my pretty, little face and fabulous figure would help to soothe any residual anxiety and fear.  However, since it was the middle of night, I decided not to tromp out into the snow and instead I would let them long to see me.  Sometimes hope is enough to keep people going.

You can read the article I've provided if you want more information on this experience.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/06/us/alaska-earthquake.html?_r=0

http://nyti.ms/UvD0FL

Ta ta,
Sweetie P.

P.S.  I think I have a new boyfriend!

Undisclosed

Dear Fans,

As some of you already know, at the end of the summer, the puparazzi had tracked me down and was constantly harassing me, so I was forced to move to a secret, and heretofore, undisclosed location for my safety and security.  Given the severity of the situation, I was advised to lay low for a few months.  But I'm back on the front, ready to report to you on my remarkable life.

I can't reveal where I am, but I have a couple of photos to share with you about my harrowing escape.  I think you will notice that even under great duress, I look remarkable.

Since I'm not particularly interested in flying, I opted to use my car service to escape.  This is from our third night on the road.

Even though I had my security with me, I couldn't help but stay on guard until I finally felt like I was safe.

This was the number of my safe house.  Once I reached my location, I had to stay here until a semi-permanent residence could be established.  (I hope I'm not giving too much away.)

Once my security determined that I was in a safe location and that there was no immediate danger of the puparazzi finding me here, I was able to resume a more comfortable lifestyle.  Here I am enjoying one of my first outings.  Darned if despite the stress and turmoil I suffered through, I still don't look refreshed and dazzling.

Ta-ta,
Sweetie P. Clark

The Single Life as Sweetie

I know, I know, my fans are dying to learn about my old boyfriends, like Fernando, C.C.S. (his name must be coded to protect his identity), Vladimir, Chihuahua, and a few others.  I know some of you want to know as many juicy details as possible about my exciting life because you like the dirt, while others are searching for mentors, someone to look up to, someone to emulate.  I know all of that and more.  However, the truth is, right now I've been enjoying my summer time as a single lady and really can't even be bothered to write about those old flames.  It's been so hot up in here that I can't even think of having any kind of flame what so ever. And that's really not my problem.

Just enjoying my own company.

As a single gal, I feel incredibly free and liberated in a way that differs from the free feeling I get when I walk out on the saps.  As a singleton, my life is less complicated and stressful.  I have time, albeit never enough, to focus on what is really important and that would be myself.  You've seen my photos; you get what I'm talking about.  Most importantly, I don't rely on the male gaze to reflect my beauty back to me, any shiny surface will do.

I see my beauty.

If you really want to go there, my boyfriends have a habit of getting on my nerves (except my one true love Jean DeBout).  They tend to be clingy and insecure.  They are vague when I like details.  They are errant and unpredictable in their behavior when I prefer to follow proper procedure.  They are like puppies and they are boring. 

Yours truly,

Sweetie P. Clark

The Subtropics

While I was summering in the subtropics, my always present photographer snapped a few breathtaking pictures of the landscape.  I thought I should share them with you, and through you, I will be reminded

of this climate's great beauty.

Above you see me inhaling the sweet fragrance of the blossom.  I look so content and like I'm ready to begin my first sun salutation.  I maintained my yoga practice; it is a daily ritual that I never miss.

This is my favorite photo from my holiday.  Did you know that Florida was so beautiful?

Some of my people have claimed that this is the best Florida picture.  Now that I'm looking at it again, it is really hard for me to judge which I prefer.  I look incredibly good here, too.

   

The picture below fills me with giddiness.  With my sophisticated posing skills, I'm able to look happy, coy, beautiful, refined, pensive, intelligent, and humble all at once.  Nature's colors fare a sublime contrast to my coat and the way I'm framed between the two shrubs is quite striking.

These are all the photos I'm willing to share from my time in the Subtropics.  If you haven't been there in a while, I know this small collection will remind of the glorious landscape of our southern region.


Yours truly,
 Sweetie P. Clark