THIS MONTH IS: FATHER'S DAY
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I want to congratulate all of the men out there who are working diligently to be good fathers whether they are stepfathers, or biological fathers or just spiritual fathers." T.D. Jakes
My siblings are weird. They don't bark. They whine "meow". They slink and sneak around and jump on furniture and counters. I am allowed on furniture but not counters. And oh how I have tried to get up on a counter. Sorry dad.
When Mickey and Minnie are outside on the porch and they hear that noisy machine in the house that sucks up dirt and hair and whatever else it goes over, the cats run into the house where the machine is. Don't they know they are safer outside? Dumb cats. I am not afraid of that machine. I used to try and play with it, but mom quickly nixed that idea.
My sibs play a game with dad for their evening treats. They meow and whine and then dad throws a treat on the floor and they chase it. Me. I sit pretty and dad just gives me my treat with no tricks. Again, dumb cats.
Of the two, Minnie seems to be the smarter and braver one. She drinks out of MY water bowl. She's even stuck her face in a bowl mom has obviously placed on the floor for me. That's okay because I've already licked the bowl clean. I like cleaning the dishes and helping mom out. Minnie likes to sniff me. Sometimes we are nose to nose. I like her. She is so cute and playful.
Minnie doesn't seem to mind too much when I chase her. Sometimes she stops running and rolls over on her back. That's a sign she wants to play. But when I put my paw on her tummy, mom yells at me. She said I could hurt Minnie.
Mickey always hisses at me so I don't chase him a lot. When I do, he jumps on furniture I can't reach or he hides under the bed. He also bats his paw at me and hits my nose. Mom laughs so I let him do it. And all the while I'm thinking if I swat back at him, he will go flying across the room. I wonder if mom would laugh then.
Thunder is really scarry. I hide under mom's or dad's desk. The cats roam around like it's nothing. Let them get hurt by thunder. I know I'll be safe.
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Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I HAVE ANOTHER SIBLING
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. Dalai LamaIn 1844 on this day the end of the world according to religious followers of William Miller who supposedly gave away their earthy possessions in preparation for the event was supposed to have occurred.
Do you all know I have another sibling? He's my brother and his name is Mickey. He's all black with a white tuft under his chin. Mom found him in a neighbor's garage several years ago and felt sorry for him.
He thinks he's perfect and king of the castle the way he struts around and sits on the counters regally.
I think he's afraid of me because when I chase him, he runs real fast and jumps on the highest and closest piece of furniture he can reach.
He likes to sit on mom's lap and ignore me when I am laying right next to mom. He must think she's going to protect him from me. He'll occasionally walk right in front of me to get to dad's lap, but he always rushes. Mickey is such a wimp.
He spends his day in thirds. One-third waiting for a meal, one-third sleeping, and one-third sitting on the counter waiting for treats.
As far as felines go, I like Minnie better. Mickey likes to see me get into trouble. He's always whining and complaining about something. He can be very loud and obnoxious.
He does have his funny moments though. Like he forgets where his litter box is. He had been peeing in the shower for weeks and weeks. And then one day he just stopped. Kitty dementia? A while ago dad brought out the electric frying pan, took off the cover and left it on the island a place where my siblings are supposedly not allowed on. A while later mom went into the kitchen and saw yellow liquid in the frying pan. Yup. Mickey peed in it. I laughed and laughed because he got into trouble.
Not so perfect, are you Mick?
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
THIS IS: Aids Awareness Month, National Tie Month and Universal Human Rights Month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The greater love is a mother's; then comes a dog's; then a sweetheart's." Polish Proverb
Several months ago, mom promised she'd be able to take me for a walk by the end of the year. It ain't happening. Although her walking has improved, it hasn't been enough to handle me. She's still learning to walk again.
However, she did promise to take me on a bike ride with her. She kept her promise.
It's so fun trotting along side mom while she pedals. Her bike is a nifty vehicle. It's a cherry red recumbent three wheeler bike with a basket in the rear. I don't fit in the basket like Beverly's little poodles do in hers.
Mom tells me not to be distracted by cats, birds, worms, squirrels, other dogs and people. Oh, and ants. But I can't help looking back to make sure mom's friend Marsha is keeping up with us.
And the time we were riding past Beauty's home. Her mom Sue was out talking to a friend and they saw us go by. Beauty's mom called out my name. I'm not one to ignore a friend so I stopped, turned around and pulled mom in the bike backwards several feet. That was kind of funny.
Or the time I saw the dog run and started to run at close to full speed. Mom couldn't grab the brake handle quick enough and we almost ran into the fence. (I really had to pee.)
But mom loves me in spite of my faults and she laughs about the mishaps later. Mom is so forgiving.
I love going for bike rides with mom. I don't mean to do anything to spoil it, but I know mom will forgive me and WE WILL RIDE AGAIN!
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The greater love is a mother's; then comes a dog's; then a sweetheart's." Polish Proverb
Several months ago, mom promised she'd be able to take me for a walk by the end of the year. It ain't happening. Although her walking has improved, it hasn't been enough to handle me. She's still learning to walk again.
However, she did promise to take me on a bike ride with her. She kept her promise.
It's so fun trotting along side mom while she pedals. Her bike is a nifty vehicle. It's a cherry red recumbent three wheeler bike with a basket in the rear. I don't fit in the basket like Beverly's little poodles do in hers.
Mom tells me not to be distracted by cats, birds, worms, squirrels, other dogs and people. Oh, and ants. But I can't help looking back to make sure mom's friend Marsha is keeping up with us.
And the time we were riding past Beauty's home. Her mom Sue was out talking to a friend and they saw us go by. Beauty's mom called out my name. I'm not one to ignore a friend so I stopped, turned around and pulled mom in the bike backwards several feet. That was kind of funny.
Or the time I saw the dog run and started to run at close to full speed. Mom couldn't grab the brake handle quick enough and we almost ran into the fence. (I really had to pee.)
But mom loves me in spite of my faults and she laughs about the mishaps later. Mom is so forgiving.
I love going for bike rides with mom. I don't mean to do anything to spoil it, but I know mom will forgive me and WE WILL RIDE AGAIN!
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Friday, September 12, 2014
MY SISTER MINNIE
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."
Dereke Bruce
TODAY IS: Video games day, and THIS IS: World Animal Remembrance, Self Improvement and Healthy Aging Month
My sister, Minnie, is a great little hunter. She captures lizards by the dozens. Mom and dad try to save them. Minnie makes one mistake in that she announces she has caught one as she brings is into the house. Mom knows that cry, and yells, "Don. Minnie has a lizard." Minnie then drops it and, and the lizard runs for its life.
If dad is lucky enough to catch the lizard, he lets it loose outside. If not, Minnie runs them ragged.
The tail is the first thing to go. The lizard runs and Minnie gives chase. Mom and dad find the lizard tails in the bathtub and on the floor in several rooms. They find the dead lizards a few days later. Sometimes they are found under the bathroom scale, but most are found in the dining room under the table.
The other day,mom told Minnie, "If you don't stop bringing in lizards, you are going to lose your outdoor privileges. "
Did Minnie listen? Of course not. She's too cute and not deterred. But she's not outside in the grass or anything. She's on the screened-in back porch where lizards sneak in. In the morning, Minnie sits by the back door and whines until mom lets her out. Minnie is proud of her catches and prances around a bit until she lets one go and gives chase.
My brother, Mickey, on the other hand, would rather stay indoors sleep. He is older, after all. Like 14 years old. On occasion he may play with a toy or bat a bathrobe belt, but he's happy just laying around on furniture or laps. He's a lap cat, Minnie is not.
But Minnie has that sweet, can do no wrong look. Even I succumb to it. Mom is putty in Minnie's paws, dad not so much.
Here's an example. Minnie is not supposed to be on the kitchen island. The stovetop is there, and she could get burnt. But when Mom sees her up there, she says, "Minnie, you know you're not allowed on the island." Minnie will put on her cute face and rub against mom's arm or face. And she stays where she is. If mom doesn't help Minnie scoot off the island, Dad comes out and pushes her down.
In all fairness, though, I have to admit that Minnie, the grey and peach Hemmingway, is adorable. She'll come up to me and sniff at me, then walk away. If that isn't an invitation to play, I don't know what is.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."
Dereke Bruce
TODAY IS: Video games day, and THIS IS: World Animal Remembrance, Self Improvement and Healthy Aging Month
My sister, Minnie, is a great little hunter. She captures lizards by the dozens. Mom and dad try to save them. Minnie makes one mistake in that she announces she has caught one as she brings is into the house. Mom knows that cry, and yells, "Don. Minnie has a lizard." Minnie then drops it and, and the lizard runs for its life.
If dad is lucky enough to catch the lizard, he lets it loose outside. If not, Minnie runs them ragged.
The tail is the first thing to go. The lizard runs and Minnie gives chase. Mom and dad find the lizard tails in the bathtub and on the floor in several rooms. They find the dead lizards a few days later. Sometimes they are found under the bathroom scale, but most are found in the dining room under the table.
The other day,mom told Minnie, "If you don't stop bringing in lizards, you are going to lose your outdoor privileges. "
Did Minnie listen? Of course not. She's too cute and not deterred. But she's not outside in the grass or anything. She's on the screened-in back porch where lizards sneak in. In the morning, Minnie sits by the back door and whines until mom lets her out. Minnie is proud of her catches and prances around a bit until she lets one go and gives chase.
My brother, Mickey, on the other hand, would rather stay indoors sleep. He is older, after all. Like 14 years old. On occasion he may play with a toy or bat a bathrobe belt, but he's happy just laying around on furniture or laps. He's a lap cat, Minnie is not.
But Minnie has that sweet, can do no wrong look. Even I succumb to it. Mom is putty in Minnie's paws, dad not so much.
Here's an example. Minnie is not supposed to be on the kitchen island. The stovetop is there, and she could get burnt. But when Mom sees her up there, she says, "Minnie, you know you're not allowed on the island." Minnie will put on her cute face and rub against mom's arm or face. And she stays where she is. If mom doesn't help Minnie scoot off the island, Dad comes out and pushes her down.
In all fairness, though, I have to admit that Minnie, the grey and peach Hemmingway, is adorable. She'll come up to me and sniff at me, then walk away. If that isn't an invitation to play, I don't know what is.
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Monday, July 14, 2014
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The middle of the road is for yellow lines and armadillos." Jim Hightower
THIS IS: It's National Dog Days and National grilling, hot dog and ice cream month
A few nights ago, mom dad and me went for a walk. When we got near this one house, we usually see one or two cats who run away when they see me. I don't know why. They have a dog as a sibling.
Then, one night something strange happened. The cats morphed into an entirely different species. They were about the same size, but they had shorter legs and no fur. I scared one away, who was rather slow, but the other one kept creeping closer to me and my family. Mom tried to use her cane to force it into a different direction, but it just coming at us. There was nothing to be afraid of, because I was there to protect my family.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the animal was dark and had a hard shell. Mom said, Look, it's an armadillo."
A what? I tried to get close to it to see if it wanted to play, but dad pulled me away. I fought a bit, but in the end, I gave in to dad. With such a hard shell, I didn't think I could hurt it. But dad was afraid it would hurt me. How sweet. Dad loves me.
I still would have liked play with it. Well, you win some you lose some. That's the life of a dog.
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THIS IS: It's National Dog Days and National grilling, hot dog and ice cream month
A few nights ago, mom dad and me went for a walk. When we got near this one house, we usually see one or two cats who run away when they see me. I don't know why. They have a dog as a sibling.
Then, one night something strange happened. The cats morphed into an entirely different species. They were about the same size, but they had shorter legs and no fur. I scared one away, who was rather slow, but the other one kept creeping closer to me and my family. Mom tried to use her cane to force it into a different direction, but it just coming at us. There was nothing to be afraid of, because I was there to protect my family.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the animal was dark and had a hard shell. Mom said, Look, it's an armadillo."
A what? I tried to get close to it to see if it wanted to play, but dad pulled me away. I fought a bit, but in the end, I gave in to dad. With such a hard shell, I didn't think I could hurt it. But dad was afraid it would hurt me. How sweet. Dad loves me.
I still would have liked play with it. Well, you win some you lose some. That's the life of a dog.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2014
EVERYTHING CHANGES EVENTUALLY
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." Mark Twain
THIS IS: National Smile Month
Everything changes eventually. I remember the fun I had at the small dog run every morning. Jesse, Beauty, Buster and me would meet about 7:30. It was fun. The moms would bring treats and we'd have a snack before breakfast. We played chase and got some exercise.
My day got even better when mom took me for my daily walk.
In the evening, after supper, mom would take me to the big dog run where we'd meet Jesse. We would play chase again, .and then chased the squirrels up trees. We came close,. but we never caught one.
Then one morning, Jesse never came. His mom and he went back went home. Beauty must have changed her schedule, and Buster, who was the oldest, passed away.
Moms still took me for walks until one day she went out with dad and he didn't bring her home. After several weeks, he took me to see her. It was the big building with lots and lots of bedrooms. Dad called it a nursing home/rehab center. As we walked the halls, people called out to him. They wanted to pet me. That was fun. But when I got to mom's room, I jumped on the bed and gave her a ton of kisses. I didn't leave her side. I snuggled with her on the bed. Mom, dad and to me went for a walk outside later. Dad pushed mom in this chair that had wheels. She couldn't walk. Oh my, another change.
Mom still can't walk well enough to take me for a walk on a leash, but dad takes mom and me for a walk around the block. It's nice but very slow. We still go to the big dog run, and I occasionally see other dogs there, and I can play with a few of them. Some dogs don't like other dogs and other dogs are loners. I love other dogs and look forward to playing with them.
But I really miss Jesse, and I hate it when things change.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." Mark Twain
THIS IS: National Smile Month
Everything changes eventually. I remember the fun I had at the small dog run every morning. Jesse, Beauty, Buster and me would meet about 7:30. It was fun. The moms would bring treats and we'd have a snack before breakfast. We played chase and got some exercise.
My day got even better when mom took me for my daily walk.
In the evening, after supper, mom would take me to the big dog run where we'd meet Jesse. We would play chase again, .and then chased the squirrels up trees. We came close,. but we never caught one.
Then one morning, Jesse never came. His mom and he went back went home. Beauty must have changed her schedule, and Buster, who was the oldest, passed away.
Moms still took me for walks until one day she went out with dad and he didn't bring her home. After several weeks, he took me to see her. It was the big building with lots and lots of bedrooms. Dad called it a nursing home/rehab center. As we walked the halls, people called out to him. They wanted to pet me. That was fun. But when I got to mom's room, I jumped on the bed and gave her a ton of kisses. I didn't leave her side. I snuggled with her on the bed. Mom, dad and to me went for a walk outside later. Dad pushed mom in this chair that had wheels. She couldn't walk. Oh my, another change.
Mom still can't walk well enough to take me for a walk on a leash, but dad takes mom and me for a walk around the block. It's nice but very slow. We still go to the big dog run, and I occasionally see other dogs there, and I can play with a few of them. Some dogs don't like other dogs and other dogs are loners. I love other dogs and look forward to playing with them.
But I really miss Jesse, and I hate it when things change.
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Monday, May 5, 2014
MOM GOT A TAT
THIS IS: National Stroke Awareness Month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Never a failure, always a lesson"
Unknown
Mom Got a tat. What is that, you make ask? Well, to those of us in the know, it's a tattoo. Yeah, well into her senior years, and she does something a teenager would do. It's been said, that as people get older their age actually reverts to that of a child or in general, younger years.
Mom claims there is a very good reason she got her tat. No, not to be cool, but to mark a spot on her knee where a medical device must be placed.
Since her stroke, mom has had a little trouble learning to walk again, The device is called a Walk Aid, and it helps keep her foot from rolling sideways. The electrical pulses zap the nerves that go to the foot promoting better walk ability.
Anyway, her tat is really cute. Since she and dad are avid theme park fans, mom picked a head shot of Minnie Mouse for her tat and, it's in color. It is really cute, but a mouse? How about a dog like me, or a puppy paw. I've seen dog tats on television on that show Pit bulls and Parolees. It seems they all sports a tat of a pit bull. Pit bulls are strong and fun to play with, but mom should have put me on her knee.
Maybe the next one. I've heard her say that once you get your first tattoo, you'll want another one and she does. She tried talking dad into getting one or at least getting a pierced ear, but he'll have none of that stuff.
I'm with mom on this one. Some body art is trashy looking, but a meaningful piece of artwork in the right location is good. Just take a look at mom's right.
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com.
THIS IS: National Stroke Awareness Month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Never a failure, always a lesson"
Unknown
Mom Got a tat. What is that, you make ask? Well, to those of us in the know, it's a tattoo. Yeah, well into her senior years, and she does something a teenager would do. It's been said, that as people get older their age actually reverts to that of a child or in general, younger years.
Mom claims there is a very good reason she got her tat. No, not to be cool, but to mark a spot on her knee where a medical device must be placed.
Since her stroke, mom has had a little trouble learning to walk again, The device is called a Walk Aid, and it helps keep her foot from rolling sideways. The electrical pulses zap the nerves that go to the foot promoting better walk ability.
Anyway, her tat is really cute. Since she and dad are avid theme park fans, mom picked a head shot of Minnie Mouse for her tat and, it's in color. It is really cute, but a mouse? How about a dog like me, or a puppy paw. I've seen dog tats on television on that show Pit bulls and Parolees. It seems they all sports a tat of a pit bull. Pit bulls are strong and fun to play with, but mom should have put me on her knee.
Maybe the next one. I've heard her say that once you get your first tattoo, you'll want another one and she does. She tried talking dad into getting one or at least getting a pierced ear, but he'll have none of that stuff.
I'm with mom on this one. Some body art is trashy looking, but a meaningful piece of artwork in the right location is good. Just take a look at mom's right.
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e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com.
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