Admit it! I am Princess Kitty!

(by Sassy the cat)

Hey! I might just have won that contest that mom put on the blog. She wanted to see which animal could get the most comments. Well, listen up you two dirty mutts, in less than a week, I got better than a comment. I got an entire blog post devoted to me and the blogger even wrote me a poem. I knew there were still gentlemen left in this world, even if he is human. (I wonder if his lap is available to curl up in since mom always has her lap busy with that laptop machine).

 I’m going to ask mom to post the link of my admirer and see if she will also put the poem here so I can always see it. I guess, I’ll give you two dirty mutts some more time to get some comments, but as for me, I’m the first winner.

Here’s my poem from Blue Dog

Cats are oh-so cool style,
who play most hard to rile.
So terribly aloof,
but let a dog go woof,
and fur and claws are prrof,
they can be quite hostile.

check out Blue Dog Meanders at
http://bluedogmeanders.blogspot.com/2007/08/dogs-rule-cats-drool.htm
 

Unleashing My Many Identities

(from Spencer)

It’s me Spencer and we need to talk. Mom puts in her two cents every once in awhile on this blog and sometimes I don’t seem to be represented in the best light.  So I wanted to let you that I’m more than just a labarador dog stuck in a back yard. I have a lot of things I’m known for, multiple skills I guess you could call it, like slashes behind my name. That’s what mom’s always talking about, her many slashes behind her name, like employee/writer/blogger/mom/wife.

I’m here to tell you that not only am I a guard dog, but I’m also a friend to Tasha, a companion to mom. However, digging is one of my finer accomplishments. I mean what other dog can dig holes the size of bathtubs. They could use my talent at the local cemetery to dig the graves, a task I would be more than happy to oblige with. Maybe, I’ll just perfect all my skills in the next few years and add a few more slashes behind my name. Here’s where I stand so far.

Spencer - guard dog/friend/companion/digger/hunter

What are the slashes behind your name?

Contest To See Which Animal Gets More Fan Mail

The dogs Tasha and Spencer and the cat Sassy love fan mail. They are so very excited that their blog is getting so many views daily, but they sure would love to see their fans leave some comments.  

They want to have a contest, Spencer thinks he will end up with more comments, but Tasha disagrees. She says because she’s the female that the fans will leave more comments for her.  However, then there’s Sassy, who thinks that because she’s the cat and since she’s superior to the dogs that she’ll get all the comments.

 It is up to the fans to decide. Leave your comments for the dogs and let’s see which one gets more fan mail. You can either leave the comment on a specific post where each animal talks or leave your comments here.

If you leave a comment they promise to send you a virtual big wet sloppy kiss. 

It Fits Me To a Tee

 

(by Sassy the cat)

Hey, Look at this cute saying I found.
It fit’s me perfectly,

Have a good read.

If you can look at a dog and
not feel vicarious excitement
and affection, you must be a cat.

Author unknown

Unexpected Visitors

(from Spencer) 

My human buddy came to visit last night. I like him a lot. When he comes over to fed us when the family is out of town we have a lots of fun. He likes to play rough with me and I don’t get yelled at. One time he came to feed me before Tasha was living here and he left the door open and the screen door closed. Well, he didn’t know what I was capable off so I walked through the screen, (it was already pulled away from the frame down in the corner) and into the house and followed him out to the gararge. He didn’t know that I was behind him all that time, but then I was in control and we played a little game of trying to catch me while I ran around the house and hid under the dining room table. He finally caught me when I jumped on the leather couch. Those were the days when I could sneak into the house, but now the family keeps the door to the yard locked so that Tasha and I can’t get into the house and terrorize the cat.

Waz Up!

  (by Tasha)

Mom and the family are doing it again! They’re off on another Road Trip to their favorite mountains, Sequoia National Park. Weren’t they just there, like back in July. That trip was a spur of the moment kind of thing and they just took off for a one night stay. This time they’ve been packing for days and are staying for days. Oh! sure, fine, just leave Spencer and me here. Well, they could have taken me and left Spencer cause he doesn’t like to leave his yard. He such a fanatic with how serious he takes this guard dog stuff.

I hope mom comes back soon, I sure do miss her when she’s gone. It’s not the same without her.

Who Ate The Family Dinner?

(from the voice of Tasha and Spencer)

“Oh, Spencer! I’m really in the doghouse now, Mom is so mad at me. I’ve never seen her this mad.” said Tasha in a very sad voice.

“Mad at you, no way, you’re her favorite dog.” said Spencer.

“Well, I’m not her favorite tonight, or maybe even tomorrow.” Tasha said.

“Okay, what did you do that was so awful?” asked Spencer now more curious than ever, because he was always the one introuble and now the tables were turned.

“Therese took me on one of her marathon walks and I was getting really hungry on the way back. When we got back to the house Mom told her to put me outside, but she didn’t do it. There were groceries in bags sitting all around the floor because mom had just gotten back from the stores. She was trying to feed everyone dinner. The room was filled with the smell of roasted chicken. It really started my mouth watering and my stomach to grumbling. It looked so brown and juicyand I really wanted to eat it. Just then the phone rang and mom picked it up, said hello and walked into the other room.

This was the chance I needed, I ran to the kitchen counter stood on my hind legs and put my front paws on the counter top. I grabbed that chicken in my mouth, but that bird was really hot and then I dropped it. It landed “splat” on the floor. Mom found me licking the juice that was all over the floor. Her face turned really red and she started yelling and everyone ran into the kitchen to see what I had done. I heard her say.

“Get that dog out of here, she just ate our dinner.”

Someone, grabbed me by the collar and I got put outside and the curtains were closed. Now, I’ll never get to go in the house again,” sighed Tasha as she lay down to wait for someone to come out.

“Gosh!” said Spencer. “I’ve never done anything that bad, well, unless, you count digging all these holes in the yard and pulling out a few trees, and eating all the window screen, but I never stole their dinner.”

Who Shot Spencer?

From the voice of Spencer

I went to the vet the other day and got three shots. It didn’t hurt one bit. I was done before mom even finished writing the check. I had been taken on a walk in the early morning and although we only walked a mile it sure felt good to get out of the yard. I took my time and sniffed and investigated everything and had a great time. We walked over the farm and got to smell all the animals that are there, goats, sheep, pigs, birds. I didn’t get to close to the animals but stayed on the outside of the fence and saw them from a distance. People are afraid if the dogs go near the animal pens that it will scare them. After the walk I even got to be in the house for about an hour and just sat wherever I was told to instead of running from room to room like Tasha does. With all this adventure happening in one day I took a nap for the rest of the day.

No Hope

“Yesterday I was a dog. Today I’m a dog. Tomorrow I’ll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There’s so little hope for advancement.”  Snoopy

Dogs in the Car

“Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.” Dave Barry