Music time!

Good evening! Dis is Bart!

And dis is TJ! We’re writing together again!

Bart: Dat’s right! And guess what we’re writing about????

TJ: Daddy’s 70s countdown!

Bart: You see Daddy always listens to these old songs counted down again. Honestly, a little embarrassing.

TJ: Dere’s this song called ‘Margaritaville!’ What does that even mean?

Bart: I think da guy was getting drunk.

TJ: Stwange title.

Bart: And then there was dis weird song called ‘Christine Sixteen’

TJ: Dat sounds naughty.

Bart: I think it is silly.

TJ: Den he had the Star Wars theme.

Bart: I like that song. I liked R2D2.

TJ: I guess. Better than dat streak song.

Bart: And dat song ‘bout an undercover angel.

TJ: Why does an angel need to be undercover? Dey can fly, right?

Bart: Look at dis one, TJ! A barracuda! A song about a barracuda! Singing about fisshies!

TJ: Daddy’s music is so weird, Bart.

Bart: How about dis song TJ? Do you wanna make love? Or do you just wanna fool around?

TJ: Dat’s the same thing, Bart!

Bart: Daddy’s music is so embarrassing. If you other doggies are in the same boat, be patient.

TJ: And howl whenever da songs come on!

Bart: Well, dat’s it! We will see you next time!

TJ: We love our daddy, even if his music is dumb.

Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth

Hi everyone. Welcome back to Meet Me at the Bookshelf! *Sassy wavy paws!

Today I am reviewing a book called Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth.This book is a stunning mystery doused with a deeply twisted family tragedy. Brutal twists and turns galore keep the pages turning, which include a tiny, twice -rescued Chihuahua named Nugget.

The story centers on a woman, now called Elsie Fitzpatrick, living a quiet, nondescript life in a community neighborhood in Australia. Like most communities, this one has nosy neighbors, fantastic dogs, single moms, and kids that pester older adults.

The story’s star, 81-year-old Mabel, currently lives discreetly under a different name. She and her pal, Daphne, prefer quiet days and instead are being annoyed daily by both Nugget, a yappy Chihuahua owned by Ishaan, Mabel’s 93-year-old next-door neighbor and nemesis, and the seven-year-old kid across the street, Persephone.

Persephone, notebook ready, crossed the street one afternoon. She stated she needed to interview an elderly person for her school project. She approaches Elsie and announces that she feels Elsie is 167 years old so she has chosen Elsie for the interview. Daphne, Elsie’s friend, is thrilled that someone else will be interviewed.

As they try to conduct the interview, the dog next door, Nugget, is seriously carrying on and loudly yapping, and her owner, Ishaan, lo-and-behold does not come out to quiet her.

Persephone, still trying to finish her assignment, casually states she thinks Ishaan is dead. Elsie asks when anyone last saw him.

When no one can answer, the 81-year-old Elsie hops the wall, and after scraping her legs on the wall and hobbling into the house, she sadly finds him deceased in the home.

Nugget stops barking.

Mabel Waller, the youngest person ever convicted of murder in Australia, may have killed Ishaan, according to a neighbor, though the police refused to take Nugget.

The tale is off and running.

The book goes back and forth between the life of Mabel the child, who lost her baby sister to polio and whose mother walked off a balcony to her death, and Elsie the adult, who is lonely and misunderstood.

It is beautifully told.Her mother’s sister, Cess, took Mabel in and raised her in her mother’s mansion while her absent, wayward father gallivanted around. Mabel is not popular at school and is teased and bullied constantly.

A turn of phrase alerts her at school that it is in fact her dad that tells vicious stories to the neighbors about Mabel, calling her Mad Mabel, ruining her reputation, and making sure she has no playmates. Mabel feels devastated.I understood Nugget was sent to Mabel for a reason after Momma read me the sad parts of her past. I was pretty sure Mabel was a kind and honest person.

Mabel houses Nugget, given that shelters lack space and the dog trusts only her. The police interviewed Mabel twice and seemed afraid of her.

They took one of her shoes for DNA evidence. I informed Momma that they could take both. When I eat a shoe, Momma tosses out two shoes instead of giving me the second one. Nerve that!

The police imply Mabel killed Ishaan. The word is out and several picketers arrived in the neighborhood to hassle Mabel.The neighborhood is now bustling with activists, news vans, and criminals. Persephone’s apparent father suddenly attempts to mingle with them multiple times before he tries to get into his kid’s home.

Mabel, with Nugget supporting her, approaches the man for a conversation. She called the police to no avail.

Mabel tries to get the picketers to leave her alone and leave her community. No one will help. A pair of YouTubers contact Mabel and ask to do a documentary, finally giving her side of the story. With no other choice but to clear her neighborhood of the activists, she agreed.

Mabel then watches the child at her home while Persephone’s mother works at night.

The story moves back and forth between the past and the present. Gorgeous, lyrical, and moving.

Momma had leaky eyes, and I found a Crocs chew to munch while she read to me.

I give this book five paws up!

It will make you think about judging others, innocent victims, and crime. Read it for a great time.

We wuvu u and we will see you next time for Meet Me at the Bookshelf.

*Sassy wavy paws!

Kissy Noses and Deeper Thoughts

Kissy Noses and Deeper Thoughts

Do you ever wonder what the point of an eclipse is? I think, nod, nod, it is like a windshield wiper getting the snow out of the way so Momma can drive. No wait. Would that mean we would get wiped off the planet? Mmm, Deeper Thoughts.

Do you ever wonder where birds go at night? I hear them chirping in the morning, but never at night. Kissy nose.

Of all the animals in the world, why did the raccoon get opposable thumbs? Birds ask this all the time. Deeper thoughts.

Bart’s Answer

Good evening everyone. Dis is Bart. Last time out my brudda TJ had some fun with me. Now it’s my turn!

TJ: Oh, what are you going to say?

Bart: TJ, what do you do when the thunderbolts come?

TJ: Well

Bart: You get sacwwed! You run awound barking…like dat will make a difference to God.

TJ: It might!

Bart: Uh huh. And then TJ twy to act like Mr Toughhie dog to the big dogs around us.

TJ: I am defending our home, Bart.

Bart: TJ, the other doggies are laughing at you.

TJ: Dey are not! I am like Rocky! Dey fear me.

Bart: You more like Daffy Duck.

TJ: Stop dat!

Bart: And then you are such a fussy eater! I eat anything Daddy gives us. But you, it has to be special!

TJ: I don’t eat just anything, Bart.

Bart: TJ, it’s all doggie food. And besides,. you twy to eat the froggies outside

TJ: I am a carnivore.

Bart: A what ovore?

TJ: Carnivore! King of the beasts!

Bart: As long as da beasts are under 25 pounds.

TJ: Knock it off, Bart! I might just go solo!

Bart: You needs me, TJ.

TJ: Sure I do…every dog needs a mascot.

Bart: Hush! Well, everyone, we hope you have liked these last two columns. We have gotten things off our chests.

TJ: Next time we write together again! Bart, what should we write about?

Bart: Grass: How should you eat it?

T: OOOOOOOOh

Bart: See you next time, everyone!

We’re back!

Good evening y’all! It’s Bart from TJ and Bart, and we are back!

TJ: Yes, it’s good to be back. We need to snooze. So, what shall we talk about tonight, Bart?

Bart: Let’s talk about food

TJ: Dis is a good idea

Bart: One of the stwange dings about hoomans is dat dey think there are only a few times in the day that you should eat.

TJ: Dis is boring. We say, eat anytime during the day or night!

Bart: Now, also, we ask, what to eat?

TJ: Anything!

Bart: Dat makes sense!

TJ: Da hoomans want to feed us canned food called dog food. Do they call their food ‘hooman food’?

Bart: Dis is stwange. But hoomans are stwange.

TJ: Yes. Why do they always scoop up our poop?

Bart: TJ, let’s stick to one subject.

TJ: Towwy!

Bart: Dat’s okay. What do you really like to eat, TJ?

TJ: Pizza.

Bart: But our hooman doesn’t let us eat pizza.

TJ: That doesn’t mean we can’t eat it when they aren’t looking.

Bart: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, dis is twue.

TJ: And it’s also fun to eat each other’s food.

Bart: I don’t like it when you eat my food.

TJ: So?

Bart: Whatever. When is your favorite time to eat?

TJ: Anytime! When we finish writing dis, I say we eat!

Bart: What shall we eat?

TJ: Snausauges!

Bart: Dis is a good idea! Well, dat’s all, folks. We won’t wait that long before writing again.

TJ: Dat’s right! Hope you enjoyed dis! Time to chow down!

Animal Holidays and Observations, March 29 – April 4

April pet holidays

The April Monthly Observations are:

Heartworm Awareness Month
National Pet First Aid Awareness Month
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Month
Canine Fitness Month
Prevent Lyme Disease in Dogs Month
National Adopt a Greyhound Month

The daily Holidays/Observations during the week of March 29 – April 4 are:

• April 1-7: International Pooper Scooper Week
• April 1: International Bull Terrier Day
• April 2: National Ferret Day
• April 4: World Stray Animals Day
• April 4: World Rat Day

Happy New Year!

Bart: Hello, Anipals! Dis is Bart from the team of TJ and Bart! Our first article of da new year! Happy New Year!

TJ: Dis is TJ. I feel like 2026 is going to be a wonderful year for all of us!

Bart: I agwee, TJ. You know I have heard of dis human thing called New Year’s Resolutions.

TJ: What’s dat?

Bart: Well, it’s when humans promise to be better in da new year.

TJ: Dat’s strange. Why do they wait for then?

Bart: Humans are weird, TJ.

TJ: Dat’s wight. So, should we doggies have New Year’s resolutions? Might be fun!

Bart: Let’s do it! I resolve to eat more dis year.

TJ: Bart, if you eat any more, you will be able to roll down the sidewalk instead of walking on it.

Bart: Not a funny joke, TJ.

TJ: It wasn’t a joke.

Bart: Okay, how about you?

TJ: I resolve to be more friendly to other doggos.

Bart: Good idea, TJ. You are always arguing with all the doggos around here. I need some peace.

TJ: I am protecting da house, Bart.

Bart: From whom?

TJ: You can never be too safe, Bart. But I promise to be a little more trusting. Maybe I will sniff dem instead of barking at them.

Bart: Good idea. I also resolve to sleep more.

TJ: Is dat possible?

Bart: I will find out.

TJ: Okay, one more from me. I resolve not to be scared of thunder.

Bart: I don’t know if you can do dat one, TJ.

TJ: Yes, I can! I am going to be more like dat hero dog Rex in Hudson and Rex, Dat TV show.

Bart: You got a long way to go for dat, TJ. But okay.

TJ: Okay, Anipals. Let us know some of your resolutions!

Bart: ‘Dat’s wight! We will see you soon. Meanwhile, time to start sleeping more!