If the weather report for Los Angeles says 60% chance of rain, you’re more likely to see an albino chimpanzee waltz by wearing the Crown Jewels. If, however, in England, there’s a 15% chance, take your damn raincoat, it’s gonna pour. We’re spending the week in Torquay (Tor-KEY, but please, not turkey…) at the Agatha … Continue reading The real difference between England and California…
A couple of days after the expectant mama dog went home, we had a pupper come back to visit. He’s a lovely dog, very gentle, and treats Granny with great care, which endears him to all of us. Except perhaps one member of the household. We’ve known this puppy since he was a baby, and … Continue reading But… but… I’d like some… said the dog.
The dog looked puzzled. We are, once again, puppy sitting, except this retriever is no puppy. She's full grown, a breeder dog, and in heat. She is a lovely, lovely dog - she's so laid back she's horizontal (literally, most of the time). She lives quite a bit south, and to breed her she needs … Continue reading I’m NOT stepping on you! Shouted the cat.
Okay, he’s not totally a puppy at this point. This lad is HUGE, 15 months old and is going IFT (in for training) as of September. And he’s a good 70 pounds of love bug. He gets a bit hyper when meeting people, but otherwise, dang, all he wants to do is declare his undying … Continue reading “Nope I’m not going in there” said the puppy.
Our latest visitor, a female yellow lab, nine months old, lives in a house with a mom who is… well, a hardcore Dodger fan. Our latest guest. Puppy: I LOVE baseball its the bestest it’s so awesome and we watch on TV all the time I mean all the time I love to play it … Continue reading Do you like baseball? Asked the puppy, eagerly.
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.
Me: Honey, I’m sorry, I really am. Just come inside. The cat was having none of it. She was in a fury the likes of which I’d never before seen. She was hissing, swatting, spitting and just livid. I don’t think either of the kids in the height of teenage angst got to this level. … Continue reading “I hate you!!” MaeMae screamed.
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!
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.
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.
Examining Misadventures 