Business to see to first of all. Head on over to Norma's blog, where she's posted thoughts on September 11th in her most recent blog. And I have a preliminary page set up for the photoblog, right here at Ottawa Daily Photo. Sometime next week, expect some posts to start showing themselves there, but there's already a follow icon in place, so by all means, click on that. I'll let you know here in this blog when I've started posting things. After that, I'll occasionally make mention here when it's called for.
Now then, onto today's mayhem....
7:25 AM. Waking up. Slept very well indeed. Had dreams of the biggest dog bone you could have ever imagined. Chewed on that for hours. Makes me a bit peckish. I wonder if the human is awake yet.
7:35 AM. Good morning, human! Quite a wonderful day, isn't it? Tell me, how are you feeling today? And while you're telling me, would you mind making me some breakfast?
7:45 AM. The human pours me a huge bowl of kibbles. Human, you're a doll.
7:46 AM. Not quite matched my old speed record of wolfing down breakfast, but I'll get there...
7:50 AM. The human opens the door and lets me out. Oh boy! Time to run and jump and play!
And maybe get my paws on that annoying squirrel.
8:10 AM. Charging through the back fields like a lunatic, barking everywhere I go. Is there anything on earth better than a good run?
Well, maybe a good scratch behind the ears. And a belly rub. And a chance to mooch food.
8:25 AM. No sign of that cat from down the road that doesn't like me. I don't get it, really. I mean, I know Spike The Magnificent says that cats are strange critters and must be treated carefully, but really...
Maybe I ought to stop in at her place and say hello.
8:50 AM. Have reached the home of the cat. I walk around, sniffing the ground. Well, she hasn't been outside, but I know she lives here...
8:53 AM. I have found the cat. She is sitting behind the window, hissing and howling. I can hear her even through the glass. Hello, cat! It's just me! Your friendly neighbourhood doggie. Would you like to come out and play?
8:54 AM. The cat continues to be ferocious and annoyed, from the looks of her body language. Can't we just be friends?
8:56 AM. I could be wrong, but to borrow a phrase humans use... did that cat just give me the finger?
9:00 AM. Oh well, I give up. I guess there really is no reasoning with a cat. Have a good day, try not to be so cranky, you hear?
9:15 AM. Heading home. Wondering if in time I can just figure out a way to get past her inner contempt for dogs and see that all I want is to be friends.
9:40 PM. Back home. The human is out doing chores in the barn. Hello, human. Can you explain to me the inner mind of a cat, by chance?
10:45 AM. Manage to mooch a cookie from the human during her tea break. Yum yum yum.
12:05 PM. The human is making lunch. Time to get in mooching mode again.
12:20 PM. Use my best sad eyes routine to convince the human to give me a sandwich. Smoked beef and mozzarella. With honey mustard. Very tasty!
2:25 PM. Lying flat on my back, feet in the air, dreaming of chasing squirrels.
3:10 PM. The human wakes me up with a belly rub. Well, human, if you must wake me up, a belly rub's a good reason. As opposed to a bath or a trip to the vile enemy you call the vet.
6:35 PM. The human has ordered in pizza for dinner. I chow down on three whole slices myself.
Meat lovers pizza with extra tomato sauce, have I mentioned how tasty you are?
Yum yum yum...
7:00 PM. The human turns on the television and heads back into the kitchen to do the dishes. An entertainment news program is on. Oh, it's that awful smarmy son of the former Prime Minister. What's his name again? Muldoon? No, Mulroney. What a sleazy guy he is. Reminds me of a used car salesman.
Entertainment journalist. He obviously aimed low in career choices.
7: 06 PM. Mulroney the Younger is at the film festival in Toronto for some reason, chattering away. He really does seem to like to listen to himself talk. Hey, wait a minute... there's a guy passing through at the back of the crowd, looks familiar...
I've seen that guy before! That's Lars Ulrich! The Mountie! That guy's a legend!
7:08 PM Mulroney the Younger intercepts Inspector Ulrich and asks what he's doing in Toronto. The Inspector looks annoyed and says he's working on a case, and to leave him alone.
7:09 PM. Mulroney the Younger asks Inspector Ulrich if Metallica will be performing in Toronto anytime soon. Inspector Ulrich looks about ready to tear his head off.
7:10 PM. Mulroney the Younger has made the mistake of asking Inspector Ulrich if he's sure he's not the other Lars Ulrich. Inspector Ulrich hits him right in the kisser. The human sees it. She says he deserves it.
11:15 PM. Mention made on national news of Mulroney the Younger. It seems he was found hanging upside down from the CN Tower, babbling about an angry heavy metal drummer. Well, that's what you get for annoying a Mountie.
The human turns off the television and says good night. Have a good one, human... though tell me, by chance are there any more slices of pizza? I'm feeling a bit peckish.