Once again, it is time for the dog and cat blogs, starting, as always, with the point of view of our resident hound...
7:26 AM. Waking up suddenly. Did I hear the can opener?
7:27 AM. Quick inspection of the kitchen. No sign of the human. I must have been dreaming about can openers. At least I assume so. I woke up so fast I can’t remember what I was dreaming about. Oh well, better luck when I have my first nap of the day.
7:39 AM. The human comes downstairs. Hello, human! How are you on this fine day? Say, just in case, you didn’t hear can openers a few minutes ago, did you?
7:42 AM. Wolfing down breakfast. Kibbles are such a good way to start the day! Yum yum yum!
7:45 AM. Say, human, how about letting me out for my morning constitutional?
7:56 AM. Running through the fields, barking my head off like a demented lunatic. Woof woof woof!
8:12 AM. Splashing around in some puddles. Enjoying myself thoroughly. Hopefully this won’t come back to haunt me in any fashion.
8:22 AM. Stopping by to pay a visit to Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hello, Spike!
8:24 AM. Spike informs me that he nearly caught one of the demonic enemy last night- a squirrel just barely made it up onto the roof of his house. Another half a second and Spike would have had him. Spike, I’m curious... I know we have to hate the squirrels as much as we hate the vets, but what do we actually do if we catch one?
8:31 AM. Spike and I go our separate ways, promising to keep each other up to date on any squirrel sightings or the presence of the mail man.
8:47 AM. Back home. Barking a greeting. The human comes out on the deck and sees me. She sighs with dismay. Oh, you mean the slightly muddy quality to my fur? Well, there were these puddles, you see, and well, in my defense, I am a dog...
8:49 AM. Being subjected to the cold, cold water of the garden hose. How dreadfully unfair! And it’s not over yet... the Towel of Torment will certainly be next.
8:51 AM. The human is done with me. I shake myself vigorously to deal with the water. There! Now there’s no need for the Towel of Torment, human!
8:52 AM. Despite my assurances, the human is subjecting me to the Towel of Torment.
8:57 AM. Back inside. Time for a good nap. I’ve earned it. Human? If you could keep an eye out on the yard, I’d appreciate you letting me know if you see any squirrels.
11:29 AM. Waking up from my nap. Oh good, I haven’t missed lunch yet.
12:16 PM. I have successfully mooched a couple of dinner rolls from the human. Yum yum yum!
2:28 PM. The human is out in the barn. I have already accomplished my barking at the passing of the evil mailman for this day.
2:36 PM. Looking through a book on superstitions. Why do people think black cats are unlucky? In my experience, all cats are unlucky. Particularly when they’re in a cranky mood. Humans can be very silly.
2:46 PM. Looking out the front window. Wait a minute... there’s that infernal squirrel! And I’m stuck inside! Why didn’t I go outside with the human when I had a chance? Woof woof woof! Hey! You! I’m barking at you!
2:48 PM. The little bastard is just sitting out there on the lawn, twirling those little demonic paws, laughing at me. He knows I can’t get out, and he’s laughing at me. Oh, how I despise you, squirrel! I despise you! Barking my head off. The squirrel is still laughing at me. One of these days, squirrel, you’re going to get what’s coming to you, you little bastard... and guess what? I’ll be there.
3:04 PM. The human comes inside. Human! Let me out! If there’s any chance I can still get that squirrel, I have to take it!
3:06 PM. The human won’t let me out. She mentions passing by a chattering squirrel on her way in. Human! They’re not cute! They’re demonic little monsters!
6:03 PM. The human is busy making dinner. I'm enjoying the smell of cooking food.
6:23 PM. Having dinner with the human. Pancakes taste so yummy!
11:35 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human! I’ll keep a close eye on things from down here. If that squirrel shows up on the windowsill tonight, I’ll bark so loud they’ll hear it twenty kilometres away.