Stinky

In honor of my new friend Stinky who will be coming to live with us for a while...

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 at, 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.

Hello again

Wow, has it already been over a month since I last blogged? I have been so busy.

In the last month, my parents left me and went to someplace called Turkey. I stayed with some nice German people and pretended to learn some of their words. Then I came home for 2 days and my mom left to go to California. My dad left to go do some training, so I went over to my friend Christine's house. I had a great time there for the week. Then my dad came home and I hung out with him for the next week. Then I drove with him to meet my mom in Wiesbaden where we hung out for the weekend, and guess who was there?!! My best friend TIGGER!! We all came back on Sunday and just when I thought my life was going to get back to normal, my friend Marley came over. She keeps telling me that her mom is coming back to pick her up this weekend, but I keep insisting that I could swear she's not coming for another month. It's fun to mess with her.

Anyways, my mom is super happy today. Something about DSL finally working after 3 months of dealing with Deutsche Telekom. She tells me that this will make it easier and faster for me to blog and post pictures. I didn't want to tell her before and make her feel bad, but it used to take SOOOO long to post pictures here. I am going to try out this DSL thing now and post an old picture of me and Tigger.

Well, that wasn't all that fast, but my mom explained to me that we only have DSL light. I guess you can't get the super high speed stuff when you live in a teeny village of only 400 people. However, it is better than dial up! By the way, that cat in the picture is Tigger's sister Calypso. He is like no cat I have ever met before because he actually lets me play with him. I love it!!

Below are more pictures of the magical time that I got to share my bed with both Tigger and Calypso.

My organized toys

Today I heard my mom talking to my Aunt Amber on the phone. She was saying something about organizing cabinets and blogging. That got me thinking that #1. I should write in my blog today and #2. I should organize my toys. (I don't have any cabinets to organize, but I think it sometimes it gives me a good feeling when my toys are all in once place). I had to make 2 piles since some of my toys are upstairs and some are downstairs.









Also, I had a super exciting day last week. My dad came home from work loaded down with packages. One package had some boring bracelet thing for my mom, but the other 2 were great! In one package, there were some more boring things for my parents, but there was a big bag of treats for me! My grandparents are really nice to me. They are the ones who sent me those treats. They always try to send me treats or a new toy to play with. The other box had a brand new red collar for me, a new frisbee for me, and a new rawhide bone, just like the ones mom and dad used to get for me at Costco. All of those were from PetSmart. They must really like me too. I have no idea how they knew I needed a new frisbee.

Anyways, I have been proudly wearing my pretty new collar all week, and I carry my new bone everywhere. I really don't like to let it out of my sight.


I hear that my other grandparents are coming to visit me tomorrow. I think I will try and show them how to play with my new frisbee. I showed my Uncle Ed last weekend and he caught on really well. I think I will have a fun week.

The baths

Last weekend, my parents took me to a place called Baden-Baden. I was pretty apprehensive about it because that translates into bath-bath. Fortunately they didn't force me to take any baths there. They went and spent several hours at a bath, while I stayed back at the hotel and made a few friends. I am a little worried about my parents...I mean, who would actually spend money to go and take a bath, and choose to spend 3 hours bathing! Plus, to tell you the truth, I personally don't think they looked or smelled much cleaner when they got back. Anyways, I got lots of walks around the town, which I must say was really pretty and fun. I even met a little kid at a restaurant who went and bought me some treats. On our way out of town, I decided to stop at a creek and try out the water and see what this "magical" mineral water was really like. It must do something, because as you can see in the pictures, this is the farthest I have ever intentionally gone in to the water, and it really wasn't all that bad.

Ahhh, the sun!

I don't know if I have mentioned this or not, but I LOVE the sun! Every sunny day when my mom comes home, I do my obligatory greetings. Once that's all over, I race to the back door and ring my handy bell to let my mom know I "have" to go outside. I prance out there pretending like I am going to pee and then find the nice big patch of sun and lie down as fast as I can. If my mom then tries to get me to come back inside, I pretend like I am asleep or I just don't hear her. Hee, hee. Yesterday was a pretty sad day for me. My mom had made some cookies with peanut butter in them, so when she and my dad left for work, I searched all over the counter for them and in the trash just to check and make sure they tasted okay. Well, they must have hid those cookies pretty well, and all I found was an empty coffee beans bag in the trash and some yucky spicy cashews on the counter. I worked really hard at getting that bag of cashews open. It took lots of tearing away of plastic, and once I finally got to the nuts, I had a couple tastes and they were so spicy and bad that I figured it wasn't worth it to finish those off. Then just out of spite I didn't clean up after myself. My mom was pretty upset with me when she came home and saw the mess I had left for her. It took her LONG time to let me go lay outside in the sun...and to top it all off, she found those cookies and ate 2 of them right in front of me!! Well, today is a much better day. I didn't make my mom mad at me and have now spent almost a full hour and a half outside tanning myself. I'm so happy!!!

Waiting...

Yesterday my mom told me that my dad was coming home from work. Usually when she tells me this, I only have time to wag my tail like crazy, turn in a couple of circles, go and grab my nearest toy, run down and up the stairs, and then he comes in the front door. Well yesterday my mom must have been a little crazy because when she told me that, I did my routine a couple of times...maybe even three times and still nobody showed up. So I sat down and pouted for a bit while I thought about what I could do next. Then I had an idea, I could go look out the window to see his car drive down the street and park in the driveway. I only had to do that twice, and he appeared! Then I had to frantically do my routine once more before I could go greet him. Now he's back home and all is well.

Ah hah!

Well, I did some sleuthing and found these pictures. It looks like their weekend was pretty crappy after all!