Me: She didn’t. She went to see her niece graduate from vet school. She’s going to be a puppy doctor and we’re very proud of her. Dog: Mommy’s gonna be a puppy doctor MaeMae (cat): no, ding dong. Her niece is a veterinarian. When would the stay at home can opener have time for vet … Continue reading Why she abandon me moaned the dog.
To enable our guide-dog-in-training puppies to experience different situations, our leaders coordinate a puppy swap. R___ is off next week to a lovely couple, and their puppy is going elsewhere. They also have a “career change” dog who decided not to be a service dog and let them know it. He is now their pet. … Continue reading The great puppy swap is coming!
Me: what? Cat: I thought she was supposed to chew dental sticks. That ding dong thinks it’s a popsicle. Me: no, she’s not. I glance at the dog, who appears fascinated with the living room carpet. Me: oi! Doggo! Don’t lick the carpet! (Snurfling, snorting sounds from the side of the sofa…) Licking rapidly turned … Continue reading “She’s licking it,” said the cat.
MaeMae (the cat) walked up to the crappy little fence that prevents the dog from leaping onto the back bank as we were out there burning off some energy. As I’ve said before, this “fence” has the tensile strength of dollar store gift wrap. More accurately, the dog burns off energy... I just get more … Continue reading “Come here,” commanded the cat.
Me: Get back here, you miserable object! The dog attempted to giggle with a mouthful of rocks. UNNGH, the last time we got caught in this predicament that blasted canine busted out a baby tooth by chewing on the granite. Me, attempting to be calm: Drop. It. She gazed up at me, faked left and … Continue reading “CANNN CATH ME!!” Lisped the dog as she shot past me.
The cat paused. “Well. Isn’t THAT special.” I stared. “How the HELL do you know SNL’s Church Lady?! That was in the 1980s!” MaeMae the cat just shot me side eye. Puppy: no I mean REALLY special Me: How d’you mean? Puppy: Well I went to church today and I listened to Miss Julia talking … Continue reading “Am… am I special?” Asked the puppy…
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…
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??”
Examining Misadventures 