Guess who came back?

 

 

 

 

 

(from the voice of Sassy the cat)

That darn bird from last year is back and everytime I go out the front door he dive bombs for me and I have yet to catch him. He must be protecting another nest again and sits on the roof of the houses and watches for trouble.

One of these days he’ll be sorry and I won’t have to eat cat food for dinner.

Freedom from the Yard, Priceless!

(from the voice of Tasha)

We got to go for a walk last night and it felt really good to get out of the house. But Spencer, he’s such an old fart, instead of walking he decided to lay down in the middle of the street and catch a few winks. Anybody want a dumb lazy dog?

                                                                                                               

 

Things That Go Bump in the Night

(from the voice of Sassy)

I blew my curfew last night and stayed out all night. It’s been a long time since I had an adventure. I could hear mom calling me at 11 p.m., but I had no intention of spending another night in the garage. I was already walking through the neighborhood, feeling confident that I wouldn’t be harassed by any of those bad boy cats. Since, I was spayed I don’t have to worry about date rape anymore.

Normally, every night I return from whatever adventure I’ve had shortly after 11 p.m. Most nights, though, I just end up sitting on top of the mailbox at the end of the driveway until mom opens the door to let me in. The mailbox is flat like Snoopy’s doghouse in the Adventures of Charlie Brown.

Here’s a timeline of my adventure;

11:00 – 1:00 a.m.
I took off walking in the cool night air and walked and walked and got some much needed exercise. It seems I’m getting too fat to squeeze through small spaces.

1:00 – 3:00 a.m.
The night creatures came out, and had to hide in the bushes from a possum, I did’t want to mess with that one, it wasbig and ugly. I heard coyotes off in the distance howling or was it the dogs that I live with? When Spencer and Tasha start that howling upon hearing ambulance sirens they can make enough noise to wake the dead. Had the most fun at the farm when I woke up the sleeping animals. The farm is about a mile from the house.  I gave a good scare to that old Tom Turkey and some of those hens. Oh! They had their wings flapping and were running all over their pen and I just sat out side the pen, there’s no way I could have gotten in, since it’s pretty secure, but those dumb fowl didn’t know that. I didn’t eat any of them as I didn’t have the craving for wild bird at that moment. 

3:00 – 5:00 a.m.
Met up with some of the old girls in the neighborhood and got to hear the local gossip about who is dating whom now.  These girls just keep having one litter of kittens after another. I feel sorry for them, as I have so much freedom now.

5:00 – 5:30 a.m.
It got really cold at this hour and I found myself suddenly tired so I slept for a while in the bushes.

5:30 – 6:00 a.m.
I was sick of being outside all these hours and sleeping in the bushes wasn’t as comfortable as sleeping in my bed in the garage and having my food waiting for me.

6:00 – 7:00 a.m.
I meowed for an hour outside mom’s window before she let me in the house. That woman sleeps like a rock, finally, she let me in the house and I went straight to my bed in the garage. I think I’ve had enough of staying out all hours.

Good Night All, think I will sleep till the sun goes down.

The Heartbroken Kitty

(from the voice of Sassy)

Okay! Mom, it’s time to take down the dogs picture next to the blogger award. Yeah, yeah! I know we got the blogger award, but having to look at those dogs ugly pictures for over a week is really annoying me. How come you didn’t put my picture next to the award? You really do love those dogs more than me, now, I’m heartbroken, but don’t worry mom you can make it up to me by letting me sit in your lap until I get tired of using it.

It’s a Mouse, It’s a Bone, No, it’s a Blogger Award

  

                   

(from the voice of Spencer & Tasha)

Hey Spencer! Look at what mom got. It’s an award for blogging, it’s called Bloggers of the Year Award said Tasha. It was given to us by 4urpets.

So, what are supposed to do with that button on the screen? Can I chew on it, I could use a good bone about now groaned Spencer.

No, Spencer it’s just going to sit off to the side of the blog, it’s for all mom’s hard work on this blog.

But, she doesn’t do much except play around and she writes about us so she can get rich and famous.

Oh! Shut up Spencer you just don’t understand us girls. We like shiny objects. So be nice and enjoy the award.

Fine, but I still could use a bone.

We’re going to pass this award on to some of our friends;

San Diego Dog

K9 Management

Notes From A Country Groomer

       

Spencer meets a ghost!

 

(from the voice of Tasha) 

 Spencer! Enough already!

You’ve been barking for over an hour and yet there’s nothing to bark at. I need my beauty sleep and I’m sure you are driving mom crazy by now. I’m surprised she hasn’t been out to yell at you.

Are you barking at that ghost that’s visiting California? His name is Henri, the Ghostest with the Mostest,  http://henritheghost.blogspot.com/ and he was haunting Virginia, but he made his way here.

So, if you don’t stop barking I’m going to tell him to pull your tail.

Oh! Henri, are you here?

Diggin’ Up Bones

Diggin’ Up Bones
(from the voice of Tasha & Spencer)

“Hey Spencer! You’re gonna be a grave digger. I heard mom talking and she’s hiring you out to the local cemetery. That’s right, she says since you won’t stop digging up the yard with those bathtub size holes you might as well go earn her some money.” Tasha said happily while wagging her tail.

“But Tasha I have a job and it’s guarding the yard. Whose going to do that if I have to leave?” asked Spencer.

“Don’t worry about it Spencer, I got it covered. Oh! what a lucky dog I’ll be, I get the yard and doghouse all to myself during the day cause you’ll be at work.” said Tasha

“I don’t want to leave my yard.” grumped Spencer.

“Well, Spencer. You better get some sleep cause tomorrow is Monday and it’s a doggy work day.” grinned Tasha.

Halloween hauntings!

(from the voice of Tasha) 

Hey Spencer,

You got your barking voice ready for tonight? It’s Halloween and all those little trick or treaters will soon be here in their costumes, and charging through the yard. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to make my bark as deep as I can. I won’t let those kids hurt my family. Have you ever thought about the silly tradition that it is and why it happens every year? Why would anyone want all that candy when beef tastes so much better?  

 Okay! here we go, our first child bark at. I get to bark first, Spencer. Race you to the fence. 

Bark, bark, bark, bark!

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?