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Monday, December 1, 2014

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

Before I get started, some links to see to for today. Yesterday having had been a Sunday, we had a Snippet Sunday post at our joint blog. Cheryl had a man feeding birds at her blog. Lorelei wrote about outlasting the storm of indies. The Whisk looked at unlikely X-Men. Also check out my photoblog today; the first of the month is a City Daily Photo Theme Day, and this month the theme is People In Their Workplace.

It's back to my regular dog and cat blogs, starting off, as always, with the hound's point of view....

7:25 AM. Awake out of a deep sleep. Dreamed of chewing on a really big stewing bone.

7:42 AM. Good morning, human! How are you today? It's a fine day to be out and about getting up to no good... not that I'll admit getting up to no good. I'll just blame it all on the cat down the road.

How about some breakfast?

7:47 AM. Wolfing down kibbles. Yum yum yum!

7:53 AM. Out the door for my morning run! See you later, human!

8:02 AM. Running through the back fields. It snowed last night. Barking my head off like a lunatic. Life is good.

8:23 AM. Sniffing around in the woods... hey, wait a minute.... it's that squirrel! That vile demonic archenemy!

8:24 AM. Barking my head off as I charge the enemy. I'm going to get you!

8:25 AM. The insufferable squirrel made it up a tree and is now taunting me with chirps and high pitched squeals. Damn you! Do you hear me? Damn you!!!!

8:42 AM. Circling around the tree. The evil squirrel is still up there taunting me and heckling me. Oh, how I hate squirrels.... 

8:57 AM. The little bastard still refuses to come down. He's still laughing at me.

One of these days, squirrel... you're going to get yours. You hear me?

You're going to get yours!!!!

8:59 AM. Leaving the woods. That infernal beast is still heckling me as I go. 

9:17 AM. Coming home. The human's up on a ladder. Hey, human, do you know what actual real purpose squirrels serve in the balance of nature? Because I'm stumped.

9:21 AM. Watching the human. She's stringing up coloured lights. Oh. Right. Christmas. This is the month, right? 

9:37 AM. The human plugs in the lights. Most of them light up. One does not. Hey, human, do you want to change that one?

9:41 AM. Back inside with the human. Still in a foul mood because of that squirrel. I wonder if we can hire a hit-cat to take him out. 

9:53 AM. Stopping by the fireplace. Time for a nap. Circle in place three times before lying down and curling up. Will dream of that annoying squirrel getting what he has coming to him.

12:20 PM. Waking up from my nap. Hey, is it lunch time?

12:23 PM. Mooching some dinner rolls from the human. Yum yum yum!

1:45 PM. Looking outside. Snow's falling. Hopefully that infernal squirrel freezes.

3:05 PM. Tea time. I manage to use my sad eyes look to get the human to hand over a couple of scones. 

Yum yum yum!

4:42 PM. The human's out in the barn. I'm watching the Weather Network. It seems that Polar Vortex is turning up yet again. The anchor is looking slightly panicked.

4:47 PM. Turning off the television. It does no good to watch a weatherman telling you that you might have to eat the dead to get through the winter. Seriously, man, were you descended from the Donner Party? Grow a spine!

6:37 PM. Having supper with the human. Bacon pancakes! Yum yum yum!

8:53 PM. Gazing out the window at the Christmas lights hanging off the roof. Looks nice and pretty. I have no idea what it means though, but I find that often happens with human traditions. Why not hang Christmas bones?

11:10 PM. Staring into the fireplace while the human's watching the national news. Really mesmerizing. And kind of making me sleepy.

11:39 PM. Good night, human! I might come up later on. 

If I start barking in the middle of the night, don't worry. It's just because that infernal squirrel is at the window taunting me again.


  1. William, this was great as usual.
    I loved the still hungry husky, the setter and the digging dog. So naughty and yet so sweet.

    cheers, parsnip

  2. One day that squirrel is going to be in big trouble.. not :)

  3. These are all great! My cat loves to sleep with a big stuffed dog on the bed. But, a real dog would probably be a problem....

    And the "vegetarian" dog I'm sending to my wife's computer!

  4. How long does it take you to find all of these, anyway?

  5. @Parsnip: the sweetness cancels out the naughtiness!

    @Grace: there'll be no shortage of trouble for that squirrel...

    @Jane and Chris: isn't it cute?

    @Lowell: my parents had one of the dogs lying under the bed.

    @Norma: two or three weeks, generally.

  6. Oh, those pesky squirrels!

    Pretty smart dogs, blaming the cat for everything. A shame it's pretty obvious who dug up the garden and tore up the pillows!

  7. I knew a guy with a setter before--beautiful dog, but I could totally see if doing that trick. Great post!

  8. The cats get blamed for everything. Loved the one. If you have a dog, you are loved.

  9. I loved the dancing one who couldn't hide it. So cute.

    Thanks for the shout out.

  10. @Cheryl: the dog hates the squirrel more than he dislikes the vet.

    @Auden: thanks!

    @Meradeth: setters are such beautiful hounds.

    @Mari: I liked that one!

    @Whisk: you're welcome!

  11. I'm still chuckling over "when knitters go bad.."

    Another fun post, William!

  12. Peanut Butter eating dog. Irish setter on the tall dresser. Dog bopping a cat. Hahahahaha!

    Hugs and chocolate!

  13. Yeah, it's always the cat! In my case, now it's the ferrets. :D

  14. Love it! Your wit's as sharp as ever, William. Now, if that pooch has any energy left, there's a squirrel in my back yard he can have!


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