Love is a many legged thing

Dear Reader,

Oh happiness...oh joy...oh wonderful day!

I'm in love.

It was an unexpected thing.

I was just checking out the Original Inhabitant's old crate out in the breezeway.

And there - half hidden in a pile of abandoned toys - there she was!

Her glorious plumpness!

Her amazing abundance of legs!

Her pinkness!

I rescued her immediately.

I gave her a cuddle and promised her fun and adventure with someone who would appreciate her.

I kept an eye on the Original Inhabitant. This doll was mine now.
I didn't want any trouble.

It was a little awkward when she met up with my old fave, the Bedtime Bear.

I think they understood that I'm just a guy with a big heart - I can love 'em both.

Bear can wait around for a while, 'cause right now I've gotta be with her.

My lovely pink octopus!

We're all in the same room

Dear Reader,

Well, Stealth Cat has not got the camouflage bit down yet.

Thinks he's hidden.

All stretched out there in the middle of the floor - showing off his flexible spine.

At least he's finally come upstairs with the rest of us.

He's got the Original Inhabitant worried.

She's just not sure what that Cat is.

Or whether he is supposed to be inside.

Says she's pretty sure she's chased things like that out of the yard.

I have to reassure her.
He's a little crazy,
but he's our buddy.


I think she's catching on.
Must be due to my incredible powers of persuasion.

I didn't do it

What?

Why're you looking at me?

Shreds of paper all over the floor?

Must have been the Cat. I've been lying here all day.

Haven't moved.

Seriously.

You Can't See Me

Ha!
That Cat thinks you'll mistake him for a package of muffins!
He's concentrating on thinking "I belong on the counter, I belong on the counter"

Think he fools anyone?
No way!

Now me, when I don't want to be found they just can't find me.

I know how it's done.

You see a dog here?

Right.

I'm not even twitching.

Okay, maybe I left the teeniest clue.

But it took them a long time to find it.

Another Day

Well, things are pretty predictable around here.


The Cat is still persistently trying to open every closed door and get into every corner.
(You should see the cobwebs on his whiskers - ha!)






The Original Inhabitant hangs out by the refrigerator waiting for food to drop out of it.








I take a brisk walk around the neighborhood while the Servant hangs on my inconvenient leash - I swear I have to drag her up every hill! (she keeps gasping, "Shin splints" whatever that means.)


And after a little exercise The Boss Guy and I hang out in our den.

Me, as a Hunting Dog

What? No pictures will upload?
I can't believe it!
Imagine, then, my determined attack on a sturdy log pile I discovered today.
Picture the noble dog running free through the woods. Note the handsome black and white coat. Observe the sincere eyes, the busy nose.
Then picture a moldy stack of logs. Naturally I gave it a good sniff - and boy, was there ever a sweet scent there!
Then something squeaked. Or squealed.
Inside the pile.
I'm telling you it drove me wild! As it would any true-blue real-for-sure Hunting Dog.
I spent about an hour or so digging, shoving, clambering over sticks, sniffing - and dodging the Servant. She just didn't understand the importance of getting to the something that squeaked. Something about having to be somewhere. Where could possibly be more interesting?
I kept having to climb around to the other side of the pile.
Sadly she caught up with me before I got to the Squeaky (or possibly Squealy) Something.
But I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll keep you posted.

In which a Monster is defeated

Dear Readers,
Well, I have had an adventure!
It began when a Terrible Thing appeared. I found it standing boldly right in the kitchen. It began to make an ear-splitting noise and I realized that it was an invading Monster.



Of course I reacted quickly and bravely. I summoned the Original Inhabitant and together we tried to scare the Monster off with noise.
I do have an intimidating bark and the O.I. was clearly impressed.




The Monster was determined, however, and began to roar and run around the house. I darted in and bit it here, bit it there, bit it again - the Monster roared, the Servant screamed - it was quite a commotion.

Needless to say, I prevailed. The creature retreated to its lair and has not returned. The Servant was muttering something and did not seem suitably thankful for my brave defense of the house. The Original Inhabitant's admiration has caused her formerly stiff manner to soften and she now clearly accepts me as a valuable ally.

That Sidekick Cat, of course, was in hiding. He has removed his collar with the little bells so that no one can tell where he is. And as you can tell by his picture, he thinks that if he closes his eyes no one can see him!