Tag: cats and dogs

We have a problem… he’s too cute…

So we’re puppy sitting again, but not our favorite disappearing dog. Instead, we have a 4.5 month old ginger (soon to be) giant. Those paws! He’s gonna be HUGE. I’m not sure you can tell so much from this picture, but those paws are disproportionately big. He’s only staying with us for six days, but … Continue reading We have a problem… he’s too cute… →

Sitting alone in my aunt’s dining room, I heard a small voice.

Unknown origin: Estás disfrutando de tu estancia aqui? Me: oh, shit. It’s happened. I’ve lost my mind. Small voice: you prefer English? Me: who… is… Me: Mmmmmmmmisty?? Misty, my aunt’s ancient feline: She said to speak to you in Spanish, but you’d only understand parts of it. You don’t appear to be of substandard intelligence, … Continue reading Sitting alone in my aunt’s dining room, I heard a small voice. →

So we got ourselves into a weird situation in the last year…

A friend of mine at work wanted to get involved with Guide Dogs Of America but because he travels occasionally and his wife works, he wasn’t able to do so. Beloved, on the other hand, is at home most of the time, as am I, so we decided to get into something called co-raising. With … Continue reading So we got ourselves into a weird situation in the last year… →

“I’m outta here,” said the cat, bizarrely calm.

It's kind of amazing, really, the way the cat picks up on the nature of the dogs we puppysit even before we do. The last one was, well, a little hysterical about meeting her. This one is one of the calmest young pups we've had around... he's another of those lovely dogs who want you … Continue reading “I’m outta here,” said the cat, bizarrely calm. →

Hooray! Shouted the pupper. I’m back!

MaeMae, our witchy cat: Oh, god, it's the drunkard again. Puppy: Hello maybe you're confused my name is Pickles not Pickled I know it's close but I'm too young to drink I'm not five months old yet how old are you Me: Hah! Guess he taught you. Getting acquainted again… The cat glared at me … Continue reading Hooray! Shouted the pupper. I’m back! →

The kiddo clearly wanted out of the cage.

Okay, it’s not a cage, it’s an X-Pen. And we spent a lot of time in there with him… he stayed with us for a few days and it was just easier to have the twelve-week-old corralled in a fairly enclosed area. Inevitably, he had contact with the rather disgruntled cat. MaeMae was especially bent … Continue reading The kiddo clearly wanted out of the cage. →

But I’m constipated! Whined the dog.

Me: no you’re not. You’re fine now. Puppy: yes I am see watch She crouched on the lawn, pitifully struggling, whining a bit. Me: you pooped an hour ago, I’m not surprised nothing’s coming out. MaeMae the cat, rolling her eyes: if you’d learn to catch your own food, ding dong, you wouldn’t have to … Continue reading But I’m constipated! Whined the dog. →

I wrote a song this morning…

It's called "I Love You (but You're a Pain in the Ass)". I sang it to the dog while I got ready for work. You'll never guess why. As Beloved and the Boy can attest, I make up little ditties and sing them ad nauseum until everyone starts throwing things at my head. Most fall … Continue reading I wrote a song this morning… →