Puppy: Muffin Me, prying her jaws apart: You have something in there. Puppy: Muffin I got muffin Cat: I believe she's trying to say "nothing" while you have your hand fully down her throat. Me: You were chewing on something... I sighed, let the pup go, then spied something that looked like a sliver of … Continue reading What are you chewing on? I demanded.
Me: what do you mean? MaeMae the cat: you are suspiciously nervy. Looking around, MaeMae saw certain evidence… Cat, breathing in sharply: no. NO DON’T YOU DARE DAMMIT! Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. OWWWWW…. This is a couple days old but damn that cooking fat bit my arm so hard it bruised. … Continue reading “Why are you so fidgety?” Demanded the cat.
Yes, it’s starting again, even while we’re traveling the world. We’re planning to foster a guide dog pupper from the R litter (I guess GDA passed on the letter Q because with a litter of 13 puppies, that’s a LOT of Q-y names.) Beloved wants to get another puppy raised before I retire, and we … Continue reading Preparing for the puppy…
(This occurred Sept 5, 2016… it showed up in my facebook memory feed. I would totally be willing to stay up all night with a dog with intestinal distress if it meant seeing Abby again…) That damn dog climbed on the dining table last night and ate the icing off half of Beloved’s birthday cake … Continue reading “Oh my god…” said the dog. “I shouldn’t have eaten that…”
Treble, the black lab we puppy sat a few weeks ago (I forgot I wrote this and just found it), paused during our morning walk: ‘Scuse me? Scottie, furiously pulling on his leash: Yah misrabble bas-tad, ‘ow dare ye walk on mah streeeeets Treble: hey man I didn’t mean offense Scottie: whell ye cawzed it, … Continue reading “Aye’ll rip ye lim from lim!” Howled the little Scottie dog.
Cat: you and who else? Treble, the dog we're sitting, blinked. Dog: you of course your head nearly touched mine Cat: Because I was watching to make sure you didn't attack. Dog: We met in the middle of the bed your sweet lizard breath on mine Cat: Gross! You realize you heave carbon dioxide more … Continue reading “I can’t believe it’s almost over…”sighed the dog, “we had a beautiful night together…”
At the prison. I love the humor from Miss M’s trainer. We received our first progress report and he’s seriously funny!
MaeMae: oh sh🤬t, WHERE?! Visiting five month old puppy, Miss A: oh my gosh!! A TALKING Chihuahua! Miss A MaeMae, looking around: what? ME?! I’m a cat, you dingdong! Miss A: Are you KIDDING me? A Chihuahua ca… MaeMae: don’t. You. Dare. MaeMae, glaring at me: for Pete’s sake, can’t you find dogs that have … Continue reading “Oh my GOSH!” Shouted the visitor. “A Chihuahua!”
Granny (my mom) was taking the dregs of her morning coffee to water the camellias, so she opened the front door, shooing the visiting dogs out of the way. You gotta understand, my mom is tiny. Granny and the pup Our golden retriever visitors are not. One guide dog puppy and one breeder mama dog. … Continue reading “Outta my WAAAAAAAAY!” Screamed the puppy.
For anyone who is interested: Miss M is doing well at the prison where she’s being trained by inmates to act as a support animal. Guide Dogs of America provide the inmates with instruction, teaching them to train dogs, a skill they can use upon release. Everyone wins with this program. We’re waiting on the … Continue reading Status update on Miss M
Examining Misadventures 