Tuesday, December 13, 2005
C is for Cookie
Ha, cheap rubbermaid knockoffs are no match for me.
Ha, cheap rubbermaid knockoffs are no match for me.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Let it Snow
Katie got a new radio. It had a song about dogs. I think it may have been insulting. Here's a bit of they lyrics:
"Oh, the weather outside was whitening
Til the dog did something frightening
He's got no other place to go
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow"
Katie got a new radio. It had a song about dogs. I think it may have been insulting. Here's a bit of they lyrics:
"Oh, the weather outside was whitening
Til the dog did something frightening
He's got no other place to go
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow"
Friday, December 09, 2005
Today is a Good Day to Die
I was in the cemetery and there was lots of snow. I think there was something living under one of the fallen over headstones. I was trying to get at it, but Katie dragged me off. I checked a few others and there was nothing under there. Then there was something better. A dump truck. It was pretty far off, not being in the cemetery, and I wasn't near the fence at all. It was okay though, because it was headed up the road toward the gate. It only took a moment to decide to go for it. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the gate it was far away. I thought about following it, but there were all these great smells next to the gate and I don't usually get to sniff wherever I want so I did that instead.
Then Katie said we had to go home. It was such a good time.
I was in the cemetery and there was lots of snow. I think there was something living under one of the fallen over headstones. I was trying to get at it, but Katie dragged me off. I checked a few others and there was nothing under there. Then there was something better. A dump truck. It was pretty far off, not being in the cemetery, and I wasn't near the fence at all. It was okay though, because it was headed up the road toward the gate. It only took a moment to decide to go for it. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the gate it was far away. I thought about following it, but there were all these great smells next to the gate and I don't usually get to sniff wherever I want so I did that instead.
Then Katie said we had to go home. It was such a good time.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
All for one, and one for all
"My baby".... What is this "my baby." Who do you think bathes him every day? Are you with the pack or not. I'm really tired of getting pushed around and told to sit and stay. I've been trying to clean Anton's legs and belly, but there's always clothes in the way. I'm not stupid, I know the people put things on their fur. If I had as little fur as they did, I might too. He's really using his legs now so it seems more important to clean them. Anyway, he was on the floor with most of his clothes off. I got away with cleaning more than I thought I would since I'm not sure when the last time his legs were cleaned. He has clothes on his butt though. All I wanted to do was get the rest of his clothes off so I could finish his bath. I was very careful, but did it matter? No. Because then it's all "my baby" and "enough, Grady" and "go sit, Grady." It's not like I've ever seen them wash his butt. I see them change his clothes all the time, and once in a while they have some version of the "shower" abomination that they subject him to as well. But, a proper cleaning? Not even once.
I hope this isn't the sign of a bad day. Yesterday, I spent part of the day in the basement. And, there were people here. I don't like that. But, after the people were gone I found a plate of cookies, even though they were up high. There was some kind with dark spots in the front, and ones that smelled like peanut butter in the back. I like peanut butter so I took a peanut butter into the back room to eat it. Then Katie walked by and I thought I was so busted, because she practically stepped over me. Thankfully, people are so dense sometimes (witness their personal hygeine and the babies) that she didn't notice at all, even when she walked back past me. I would have liked more, but she took the plate away.
"My baby".... What is this "my baby." Who do you think bathes him every day? Are you with the pack or not. I'm really tired of getting pushed around and told to sit and stay. I've been trying to clean Anton's legs and belly, but there's always clothes in the way. I'm not stupid, I know the people put things on their fur. If I had as little fur as they did, I might too. He's really using his legs now so it seems more important to clean them. Anyway, he was on the floor with most of his clothes off. I got away with cleaning more than I thought I would since I'm not sure when the last time his legs were cleaned. He has clothes on his butt though. All I wanted to do was get the rest of his clothes off so I could finish his bath. I was very careful, but did it matter? No. Because then it's all "my baby" and "enough, Grady" and "go sit, Grady." It's not like I've ever seen them wash his butt. I see them change his clothes all the time, and once in a while they have some version of the "shower" abomination that they subject him to as well. But, a proper cleaning? Not even once.
I hope this isn't the sign of a bad day. Yesterday, I spent part of the day in the basement. And, there were people here. I don't like that. But, after the people were gone I found a plate of cookies, even though they were up high. There was some kind with dark spots in the front, and ones that smelled like peanut butter in the back. I like peanut butter so I took a peanut butter into the back room to eat it. Then Katie walked by and I thought I was so busted, because she practically stepped over me. Thankfully, people are so dense sometimes (witness their personal hygeine and the babies) that she didn't notice at all, even when she walked back past me. I would have liked more, but she took the plate away.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Hah!
They left again, and the basement door was open. I knew better than to stick my head in the lid again. Katie says the difference between a good day and a bad day is 2 hours sleep. Whatever that means.
They left again, and the basement door was open. I knew better than to stick my head in the lid again. Katie says the difference between a good day and a bad day is 2 hours sleep. Whatever that means.
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Katie and Joe haven't been putting the trash can away. I think they think they're hiding it, but that's pretty dumb since it's in the same place every time, behind the basement door. The day before yesterday I got a steak bone, and some other stuff. Yesterday the pickings were slim. But, they dumped in lots of stuff yesterday, and this morning the pickings were great. Except, that I thought everyone was gone. I heard Katie yelling at me from upstairs, so I went into the dining room and gave her my best "what's the matter?" look. She put the trash can behind the basement door again.
But, what's this, she went back to the basement and didn't shut the door again. Fantastic, not only can I go back through the trash can, but it's actually at head level. I can just stick my head right down in and take my pick, grab on and... oh, the indignity of it all, for that is when I discovered the lid to the trash can was stuck around my head. I tried to get it off, but it would not. Katie was back upstairs so I went up and tried to be very nonchalant about it.
She laughed at me.
Katie and Joe haven't been putting the trash can away. I think they think they're hiding it, but that's pretty dumb since it's in the same place every time, behind the basement door. The day before yesterday I got a steak bone, and some other stuff. Yesterday the pickings were slim. But, they dumped in lots of stuff yesterday, and this morning the pickings were great. Except, that I thought everyone was gone. I heard Katie yelling at me from upstairs, so I went into the dining room and gave her my best "what's the matter?" look. She put the trash can behind the basement door again.
But, what's this, she went back to the basement and didn't shut the door again. Fantastic, not only can I go back through the trash can, but it's actually at head level. I can just stick my head right down in and take my pick, grab on and... oh, the indignity of it all, for that is when I discovered the lid to the trash can was stuck around my head. I tried to get it off, but it would not. Katie was back upstairs so I went up and tried to be very nonchalant about it.
She laughed at me.
Left, Right, Left
dateline yesterday
I thought maybe we should do something different today so instead of heading toward the cemetery, I pulled left, and luckily Joe followed along. I really hate having to wear a leash sometimes. While we were out, we saw the most amazing thing. About 100 people synchronized jogging. You could hear their feat hit the ground at more or less the same time. They were yelling things back and forth. Maybe it was some kind of game. These were the most round up people I've ever seen. Talk about herd management, Penny would be impressed.
dateline yesterday
I thought maybe we should do something different today so instead of heading toward the cemetery, I pulled left, and luckily Joe followed along. I really hate having to wear a leash sometimes. While we were out, we saw the most amazing thing. About 100 people synchronized jogging. You could hear their feat hit the ground at more or less the same time. They were yelling things back and forth. Maybe it was some kind of game. These were the most round up people I've ever seen. Talk about herd management, Penny would be impressed.
