Category Archives: Pets

New Kid in Town

There’s a new kid on the block.

Not sure if it is a male or female or what it is.

Daddy thinks it’s a beaver. Grandma thinks it’s a groundhog.

No matter what it is, it is not getting close to Mark’s Den! Or my name’s not Chooey!

Meanwhile Back at the Ranch…


Hey everybody. Today I was on a job site that was on a farm. I was greeted by Big Tom and his gang, LOL.

Looking for a Human

Hey everyone!
My best bud, Frankie, has lost his Human to a female. She will not let Frankie move in with his human.

Frankie is now taking applications for a new Human. In exchange for a good home, love, petting, grooming, food and water, Frankie offers slobbers, love, loyalty, companionship and protection.

Apply today!
Private message my Daddy, Mark, for more information.
Thanks,
Chooey

Hailey Sent Me a Letter

Me (Chooey) and Daddy (Mark)
As most of you may know by now, my Daddy has been told his life has a limit. This has made me rather protective of him more than ever. But then again he is my Daddy.
The other day I received this letter from y sister-in-law Hailey, who is married to my brother Kevin. If you can, please help my Daddy.
My sister-in-law Hailey visiting Daddy and Me (Chooey)
Chooey
Hailey’s letter:
Hailey would like you to support:
Support and Healing for Mark Ivy 
by making a donation and helping spread the word.

 

I’m Kevin Ivy, son of Mark Ivy, and I’m writing to request help from anyone who has the means.

On September 2, 2014, my Dad was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection. The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years he lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed with a non-specific bacterial infection which left his right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning. He was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals. The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

On May 9, 2017, Dad’s lung specialist informed him that he has possibly six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis, ran its normal course. Dad is now on hospice at home. Although he is content and ready to cross over the river to the other side, we want to make the transition as painless and comfortable as possible – both physically and financially. This means we need help covering the extra expenses Dad and Iohn are now facing.

If you’ve ever known Mark you would know how much he loves and appreciates his family. Our family has a long history of caring for others, having a big heart, reaching out when no one else will even to those we do not know or are friends and acquaintenances. The number of fundraisers, benefits, biker rides and other charitable activity to help others has been appreciated through the years. Now we need to come together and help Dad.

Dad needs someone there to help daily – which is Iohn. It is necessary to have someone to help with certain medicines, cooking, cleaning, etc. Due to being full-time help for Dad, Iohn cannot work and will use the money raised here for daily living expenses. The rest of the family are unable to assist due to distance, age, financial or medical conditions and I am eternally grateful to Iohn for stepping up to take care of my Dad while I am 1,000 miles away in Texas.

I am not normally one to resort to asking for financial help, but at this stage there is no other option. Can we do for Dad in his hour of need as we have done for so many others?

Even if you can contribute only a little, every dollar counts in aiding in Dad’s care and recovery. Thank you for your time and your help. And if you can’t give, we always appreciate your thoughts and prayers as well. God bless.

Me (Chooey) with my Brother Kevin and Iohn and Frankie in the background.

Driving Daddy

Nothing I like better than taking Daddy for a ride around town.

Happy Birthday, Chooey!

Happy Birthday, Chooey!
Happy Birthday, Chooey!
#ThrowBackThursday photo is of Chooey the day I adopted him:
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OOPs! Caught!

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OK, so Daddy caught me!
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Fine! I’ll go!

Happy National Puppy Day!

Sending out best wishes to my best little buddy, Chooey, on #NationalPuppyDay!
#NationalPuppyDay Chooey, 9 months old
#NationalPuppyDay Chooey, 9 months old
Chooey was nine weeks old when I adopted him and is now nine months old.

Lazy Saturday Afternoon

With Daddy in his recliner and glued to CNN watching coverage of the Nevada Democratic Caucus and the South Carolina Republican Primary, I figured this was a perfect time to take over the computer.
As you can see, I found a perfect spot to stretch out, relax and enjoy a Saturday afternoon.
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Ah…sweet Z’s
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What do you mean, wake up?
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Phooey with that. I am going back to sleep.

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Chooey Makes a Break

Chooey may have been born in the Desert, but he loves the snow. With a crack in the door, as I took pictures, Chooey bolted out to play.