When the cats are away...

...the dogs will play!

Well, by away, I mean Feo is over and the cats are thus in hiding. Imagine that. Little ol' Feo scares the cats into the closets. Herman doesn't seem to bother them, but Feo? It's like she's the cat-devil incarnate to Les's cats. :)

Anyway, Herman didn't used to know how to play until Feo came along. Now he can't get enough of it. Tug-of-war, the barking game, chase, the barking game, fetch, and the barking game all seem to be his favs. Feo just likes attention of any kind. Having Herman join in the fun seems to startle her, though. She'll get used to it (Les did).

Sarah 2007-2009

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever — in case I need him. And I expect I will — as I always have. He is just my dog.

Gene Hill

Herman is not a huge fan of smooches

Family Photo

This was a spur of the moment photo taken by my laptop. Herman, who thinks he is GQ of the dog world, is always ready to pose. Herman somehow manages to look dapper in all situations. I am not sure what Al was doing. As usual, I tried to disappear in the background which is hard with this group.

Feo was unavailable for a photo. She was out doing her fruitbat imitation.

Purrs and Peace

There is now peace in the Collins, Corgi, Cat household. Feo is gone, Herman has calmed down, and the cats have stopped fighting. I think the cats had an internal reorganization.

Odin, the seven year-old Ragdoll, is now the top cat.

Oz, the four-year old tabby, doesn't really care. He wants to know why he didn't get any pizza.

Ori, the nine-year Ragdoll and former head cat, is just ticked off.

1st Anniversary

I know our few "followers" to this blog are mostly, ahem, more "golden" (geriatric), but it's a pretty big deal to us. So, in celebration we exchanged presents and gooey words of love and affection. I don't have a picture of the gooey words, but couldn't help taking a pic of the watches (hey, I love watches).

Boogs was just happy that we went with pizza for dinner. He could have cared less about the watches (Watches?! We don't need no stinkin' watches!!) but the warm pizza box (pizza still inside) was something else entirely.

Me? I'm just happy to have Les in my life.

Edit: Anne and Kelly, I see you are followers to our humble little blog. We haven't met in person, so please know the above jab at the elderly and infirmed was directed at my father (Art) and colleague (Cathy), neither of whom are elderly or infirmed (much). ;-)

CATastrophe

Al is off to Vegas leaving me with three feuding cats, fruitbat, and killer. Feo loves all the turmoil but Herman doesn't know what to do. There is a lot of hissing and Barking going on.

Explain this one

Feo's look... "Nah nah! I get to sit in the nice lap, and you don't! Pfffffttt!"
(Be sure to click on the picture for the full effect.)



The beautiful woman whose lap Feo is sharing more than makes up for the sassy attitude.