Now I Know

Have you ever wondered what your dog or cat is thinking? Well this email I got from a dear friend might give us all a little insight.

DOG DIARY:
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY:
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.... for now....

Remind you of a furry friend that you know?

Enjoy ~SJ

Three Of A Kind

I just had three unsuspected visitors at The Shamrock. I was out on the rocking porch getting it ready for the summer season, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye three dogs coming down the road. Now you have to understand that where I live, and it not being the summer season yet, if anything comes down the road after 5 pm it means excitement, never mind three of something! I recognized these three dogs from my summer days of riding my bike around the pond, they are three friendly labs who were far from home. I got the Music Man to come out and watch them while I went inside to try to get their owner on the phone. After calling what seemed to be half of the pond, I got a hold of the trios owner, a slightly worried owner at that. I went back outside, and the Music Man and I played stick with our three new friends while waiting for the owner. We managed to keep them amused until their owner came along to whisk them back home. I'm sure that those three had a wild adventure and will sleep well tonight. This only plants to seed deeper into my head, I need to find a dog to play stick with all of the time.