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.”

I hate water!

from the voice of Spencer

Last week I had to go near water. I hate water! I drink it, but other than that I don’t want anything to do with it. If it rains I’ll stay in the doghouse. I try not to leave even to poop or bark, but once in awhile the condition just warrants that I venture outside the dog house. Then I will make every effort to find the driest spots to walk so I don’t get my paws wet. Well, the reason I had to go near the water was to take a bath. I tried to run and I had the upper hand for quite some time until Michael caught me. He got me wet with that ice cold water from the hose and I endured standing there while he soaped me and rinsed me. At least, I got rid of those pesty fleas and mom said I smelled really good when she brought out food for Tasha and me.

I don’t understand how Tasha can be so dumb when it comes to the rain. She insists on sitting at the back door so she can see the family. she’ll sit there for hours and get soaked and she doesn’t seem to care. The only times she leaves the door is when mom closes the drapes and then she’ll come in the dog house with me, and my attempts to stay dry are ruined because she’ll be all wet.

Let me out of here!

(Tasha, the black dog in the center is dreaming of ways to get the cat and trying to involve Spencer, the yellow dog at right)

 From the voice of Tasha

Come on mom, open the gate and I could take care of that cat for you.  Look she’s right there in the front yard with you, yet I’m supposed to be your favorite. What’s up with that?  Spencer, look the cat’s right there, we could take her you and me. “Oh, Tasha! give it a break, she’s just a cat and mom likes her just as much as she like us. Besides, if she let’s us out I’m running to the end of the block and enjoying my freedom before they catch me. You won’t find me worry about some dumb cat.” admits Spencer.