Don't forget to check your Spam for comments from me.
We still can't figure out how to fix it.
My Dear Miss Nellie You of course know what a bad boy you have pledged your love to. Sometimes I wonder what you were thinking. But Mr. Allred came home the other day with a big hole in his head and he has been a big baby about it all day. I was wondering if you could send him a little Nellie lovin. All of us would really appreciate it. It may not look like much in this picture but I can almost see down to his brain.
And that was pretty scary.
As for the rest of us.
This is how we all spent this snowy wintry week at Canine Country Club
So here is my dilemma. I keep writing comments on many of your blogs but they never show up. I was beginning to think I was offending everyone and that you wanted me to leave blogville. But thanks to a couple of you I have found out what is going on.
Blogger thinks I am SPAM
Now My Vickie thought Spam was this:
Spam (shortened from spiced ham) is a canned precooked meat product made by the
Hormel Foods Corporation, first
introduced in 1937. The labeled ingredients in the classic variety of Spam are
chopped pork shoulder meat, with ham meat added, salt, water, modified potato starch as a binder,
and sodium nitrite as
But apparently Blogger has another term for Spam
Spam post unwanted electronic messages: to post a message many times to a newsgroup, or an inappropriate message to multiple newsgroups
I was so concerned, I went around and asked all our guests at Canine Country Club if they thought I was Spam.
First I asked Montana...."Do You Think I am Spam"
The Same Question was asked to
KC was asked but he declined to answer
Everyone had an opinion so we went out to the rest of the guests to ask them.
Hey Bubbu, What do you think?
Sophie, Do You think I am Spam
What say ye Dolby?
Rocko and Polo, do you have any thoughts on the subject.
And Orvis, You dont' think I am Spam do you.
Hey! Wait a minute, Did I already ask you.....? Oh, I thought I was seeing quadruple. It is weimer day. Goose, Rocko, Polo and Orvis. Boy, I thought I was loosing my mind.
Hey Zoey, What do you think?
Chloe, No I don't have food, I am here to ask you a question.
Rothguard, if you would stop running around, I could ask you.
So Logan, we are good friends. Do you think I am Spam?
Rusty and Hank could you stop barking long enough to answer me?
Man, that was harder than I thought. Now I have a headache.
I'm gonna go to bed and dream about Spam (the food kind)