Saturday, August 27, 2011

Molly searches for Gladys

Missing my Gladys.
Please help me. My master Gladys Tripalong rescued me after I had birthed twelve babies (not all at once). The day we met, I was dragging my sorry ass across the shelter whimpering for someone, anyone, to take me home. And of course she did. Gladys has been missing for several weeks.  I think someone took her. I need to rescue her and bring her home. I can’t survive without her.

She'd never abandon me…she must have been kidnapped. She has been known to hang around with the wrong kind (if you know what I mean). I’ve checked with the dogs and cats in the neighborhood…but no luck.  You can reach me via Gladys Is Missing Poster. Or you could try:

Monday, August 1, 2011

And the Search Goes on!

In their continuing search to find their missing sister, Carol and Ev read Gladys’ Private Journal. “GYPSY TRAILS, by Gladys Tripalong.” She wriggles into a comfortable position, and adjusts her reading glasses. “The day I was kidnapped, I was working my routine paper route.”
“She never had a paper rou…,” Carol interrupts as she glances at a framed two-year-old photo of her and Gladys.   “Never mind…read on.”
“Life with the gypsies was paradise; I didn’t have to go to school.  My new family changed my name to Luludja, which means flower of life. Everyone loved me and spoiled me. “My adoptive Mom, Esmeralda, was a descendant of the Ancient Egyptians.  She told me that way back when…the gypsies were an enslaved race, living in Romania. They were highly respected.”