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5.31.2006

Revenge of the Dead Squirell

Mom tricked me.

This morning she asked if I wanted to go bye-bye. "Whoopee! Yes! I want to go! Show me the leash, baby!" So we get in the car, she lets me sit in the front seat and rolls my window down. We're cruising along, people smiling and waving at me as we pass. I'm having a great time, then Mom pulls into a parking lot and we get out.

I know this place. I know these smells.

We're at the Doctors.

What a cheap shot! Get me all excited and then take me to the vet's. They're barbaric. They actually put a stick up my butt! How rude! Then they poked me - twice! Mom says it's my own fault that I got sick, because I played with a dead squirell. But how was I supposed to know that you could get Montezuma's Revenge from a squirell? I guess that squirell got me in the end after all. (No pun intended.)

We did go to McDonald's after the doctors visit. Mom bought me Chicken McNuggets. Of course she stuffed my pills in them, but at least they tasted better that way. She also gave me one of my treats for being so good at the doctors. I guess that kind of makes up for some of the indignities I suffered. Not ALL of them, but some.

I'm gonna think twice before I agree to go bye-bye again any time soon, though.

Jack

5.27.2006

Revenge Is Sweet


I finally got one! Those dumb squirrels will think twice about taunting me again.

They think they're so smart and fast. Well, this one got cocky and guess who won the race? Me. I left him on the backporch for Mom. I thought for sure she'd be proud of me for protecting the house and ridding the backyard of pests. But she wasn't. She threw him over the fence into the woods. I tried to stop her. I showed her how good I am at gaurding things by protecting my kill, but she just yelled at me. I finally had to let her scoop him up with the snow shovel and toss him. She didn't seem happy or proud of my kill. Beats me why she wouldn't be, it was a good catch.

That's okay. If I can catch one, I'll catch another. I'll show her.

Jack

5.09.2006

Digging Dirt

I'm tired of rain. It rains too much. Yesterday was so nice. I played in the backyard while Mom got ready for work. There were so many cool new smells and for once the rain hadn't washed them away the night before.

There was one really interesting smell just under the grass. I tried to dig whatever it was up, but I never did find it. Mom caught me digging and yelled at me. I don't know why she was so upset, the whole wasn't that big, I only got it as deep as my head would fit. Given time, I could have done a much better job. It was so liberating to dig. The smell of dirt, the cool feel of dew and dust on your paws. She wasn't real happy with my dirty face and paws either. But really, she puts junk on her face all the time, so I just don't get it.

Mom must have decided that playing in the dirt was a good idea after all, cuz when she came home she played in the dirt, too. Only, she was putting the dirt back into the hole. Seems kind of backwards to me. At least she didn't fill it up completely.

Maybe I'll dig another one. It will give us something to do together.
Jack

This guy's got the right idea. Digging is therapeutic and fun!

5.03.2006

Cool Video

Check it out. I found an AWESOME music video. He's so cool!!!

Jack

Company for ME

Company's coming! Company's coming! Yay!!!

The Cat Lady, (Amy) and her little girl Lauren are coming to see me tonight. Mom will probably take up most of Cat Lady's time, but that leaves me Lauren to play with. Oh, BOY! I love little kids. They're good at playing.

I hope Lauren likes me. I hope she won't think her cat is better. I hope she gives good tummy rubs. I hope that...

They're here! They're here!

Gotta go, Bye!
Jack