(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.
Both Beloved and the dog looked guilty. I had taken the cat out of the bedroom, growling and spitting, so she could have a break (and go potty). Treble, the visiting three year old career-changed former guide dog puppy, didn’t worry much about the cat, but MaeMae was not thrilled with an untethered dog wandering … Continue reading “What the HELL!” I yelped. “He’s in BED with you??”
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…”
My grandfather was a wonderful man, kind, generous, gentle. On one topic, however, there was no budging the man... and I suppose I get it, he served as a British captain in the Great War ("Did I march down the quay to the ship to cross the Channel? Good god noh, my deah, I rode... … Continue reading Our doggy visitor is remarkably like my grandfather.
Me: No. Why? Cat: Damn. That means changing. Me: You looking to rehome? Cat, snorting: Me? After all the time I've spent training you? You gotta be kidding. No. I don't want Granny driving that far. Me, confused: You changed your mind? You want another companion? And why would Granny go? Incredulous look from cat: … Continue reading Does the no. 6 bus go to the shelter? Inquired the cat.
Beloved jumped out of bed. Crap! Is that MaeMae? Me: chance’d be a fine thing. Beloved: Shut up, honey, you know you love that cat. I snorted. Like I love going to the dentist. The cat streaked along the fence, screaming “INCOMING!!” Flinging herself into the house, panting, el feline was shaken up. Cat: F😳ccccck! … Continue reading GET OFF, DAMMIT! Screeched the cat…
She’s still doing great! She’s close to halfway through her training.
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!”
Examining Misadventures 