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
I paused (this was last week). "What d'you mean?" Cat: That... that... DOG went back to it's raisers. It was awful. We're never doing that again. I looked at the ceiling. Cat: Right? We're not doing that again, RIGHT? Me, with a giant smile: Well... I can honestly say we won't have a single dog … Continue reading “Thank GOD that’s over,” remarked the cat.
Miss M is off on her next adventure. Having spent 16 months with us as a Guide Dog Puppy in Training, the house seems really empty. We attended a thank you luncheon and turned her into the kennel along with 25-odd other dogs, including three of her litter mates (two others didn’t make it and … Continue reading …and she’s off…
Me: Hey, we’ve always told you you’re gonna be a service dog, so Saturday you go back to Guide Dogs of America and they start your formal training. Dog: But… but… Cat: Later, ding dong. I’m off to lay in the sunshine. Me: There’s someone who really needs you. Someone who’s blind, or maybe a … Continue reading College? Asked the dog. Me?
The 17 week... excuse me, 18 week old pup is still with us. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he's probably got another week or so before he goes home. Dog: Hooray! Puppy: A dog who plays with me? I'm so in! But I wanna get back home, too... Cat: Excuse me, WHAT? The favorite game involves … Continue reading Hey! That’s mine! shouted the puppy…
Our little visitor, another guide dog puppy, is visiting with us while his raisers recover from illness. Our visitor, 17 weeks and a ball of energy. Me, concerned: what do you mean? Dog: he doesn’t do what he’s supposed to do Me: what d’you mean? Dog: he stands when he piddles Me: yeeeeeeeah… Dog: and … Continue reading Something’s wrong with the puppy, said the dog.
Before you read this... for anyone who may not know... my first name is Victoria. My dad, ever the wag, named me not for HMTQ but in honor of the train depot in central London. That's another story... Dog: What that Cat: What? Dog: That… that… that Cat: The Christmas tree? It’s an abomination. Dog: … Continue reading What that?! Said the dog…
Me: what are you talking about? C’mere and cuddle me. Dog: Nope No free cuddles today Maybe tomorrow Me: Tom— what?! Dog: I… can… spell you one for two treaties Sound of paw hitting forehead comes from the direction of the sofa. Cat: SELL, ding dong, I can SELL you one for two treaties. Dog: … Continue reading Sorry, remarked the dog. All outta free cuddles.
We hosted another guide dog puppy in training for the night; her raisers had kindly had Miss M last weekend. When they had plans for Friday evening, we were happy to have their pup, a beautiful, petite black lab. They get along great, aside from Miss M’s… not jealousy exactly, more like wanting to be … Continue reading Are you KIDDING me? moaned the dog.
The cat didn’t bother looking up. Dog: MaeMae, you in my bed Cat: possession is 9/10ths of the law. Dog: what Cat, narrowing her eyes: you weren’t here all weekend. It’s mine now. Dog: MaeMae, that’s my bed Cat: … Dog: MaeMae, that’s MY bed Cat: … sorry, did you say something? Dog: MAEMAE THAT … Continue reading But… but… that’s MY bed, said the dog.
Examining Misadventures 