Diary of a Dog and a Cat

I thought this was so funny that I had to share.

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Dairy of a dog-
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm- Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm- Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm- Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00pm- Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm- Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

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Diary of a cat-

Day 983 of my Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Evil people!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. he is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him on an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

Don't Get Mad...

Get glads! Three of the twelve that I planted bloomed.

Change

I am pretty sure I say this every year but I will say it again; the seasons have gone by much to quickly. It is September already. The leafs have started to change color, littering the ground with their red and yellow hues. The smell of dying vegetation fills the air. This is my favorite time of the year. My flowers are still blooming. The clematis opened its only bud of the year to reveal lovely purple petals.
And the little rudbeckia, for the first time, bloomed! This plant makes me happy. It was a reject plant, not expected to grow. I bought is for a $1.00. We showed them didn't we little plant, oh yes we did!

Hello September

This past week has been interesting. For starters mom and dad went to Texas. Which left me with the kids for four days. I'm not sure why, but whenever I watch the boys they always seem to injure themselves. Red-head number one had a log attack him and his right side, from his shoulder to him ankle, is all scratched up. The days fallowing he wouldn't wear a shirt so that everyone could see his battle scares. Red-head number two got a bloody nose and has a lovely looking bruise between his eyes, which I am sure are both going to turn black. Red-head number three came out filthy but otherwise unscathed. Then as if running the house for four days wasn't hard enough, a creepy cat showed up. Well more of a kitten, but still creepy enough that we all rushed inside. This cat was missing its lower jaw. It was so gross to say the least. It hung out around the house and because I am who I am, I felt sorry for it. The thing was half starved so I had to feed it. We put a little dish of food in a cage and when it went in to eat we trapped it. This time we call the towns Animal Control Officer (the fancy name for the dog catcher) . But the ACO doesn't deal with cats. How can you call yourself a ACO if you don't deal with cats? Are cats not animals anymore? They were no help at all so I kept feeding it. I refused to let anyone shot it because despite the fact of missing an important body part it was doing rather well. I named it Jaws and to cut a long story short, we found a home for it. And to make it even better she said she never puts cats to sleep ( I hate animals being put to sleep) and that her vet says that "if you put a cat in one room and its leg in another, it will heal." To all this moms says "Don't loss your kind heart, just get married".

Yaya

The peahen is still around. I am a sucker for anything that looks hungry. She has made herself right at home in the hollows next to the ducks. I feed her chicken food and she sneaks duck food, I guess she likes it because she is there every morning for more. Pickles has claimed her as his, he loves seeing her around. And it is so cute how he says her name "Yayayayayayayaaaa"
( She is so photogenic don't you think)

Ducks

I realized today that I have not posted pictures of the ducks lately. They got big. Ping looks about the same as she did before but Pong has really changed. He has a green head now! But he has no quack; did you know that male ducks don't quack? Well, they don't, who knew right? They are so much fun to have around (at least I think so).

One of Thirty Four

Sometimes creativity just grabs me and I am helpless against it. My only hope is that someone else sees my randomness as creativity as well.

Spearmint in a Vase