Wordless Wednesday

Where's Waldo?

For some reason that's what came to mind when I saw this still from the pet-cam:


Seriously. Which one is the dog and which are the toys?

More possible captions:

"Ack! My feet are too short! I've fallen and I can't get up!"

"I can't eat another marshmallow."

"This downward facing dog stuff is hard with 3 inch long legs. I'm done with yoga."

"Like this Mr. Pink Piggy? Am I doing it right?"

In my best Marlin Perkins voice: "Like the puffer fish, the wild Corgi when startled can make his body expand to fill a sphere twice his normal size, thus giving his feet the appearance of deadly, stubby spears."

Or, what really happened:
"Yawn!" *stretch*

Wordless Wednesday

Boogs vs. Herman: The Final Smackdown

The Winner: Boogers (aka Boogs), 13-pound Tabby

I like to tease the wee four-legged beastie.

Boogs executed a hit and run while strategically hiding inside the dog door. He was last seen gloating to Hobbes in the bedroom and planning his next maneuver.

The loser: Herman (aka Killer), 30-pound Corgi

Don't tell anyone about the pink blanky.

Herman was given a treat in his kennel with his (Feo's) pink blanky. Neosporin was administered to his eye injury. Herman received points for extreme yiping and sulking. He was last seen sulking in the corner telling Feo how Boogs tried to gouge his eye out.

Two of a Kind

Queen Miss Kitty and Lord Ori

Most people don't know that we adopted Miss Kitty last year because she looks so much like Ori. Another Ragdoll that looked like Ori was hard to pass up. How many of them could there be in Casper, Wyoming?

Now the two of them look grand together and reign over the household from their throne from above (the top of the entertainment center). Ori conducts the royal interrogations and Miss Kitty announces, "Off with their heads!" Ruling over a household of cats and one corgi is very hard work. Someone is always stealing Miss Kitty's tarts or her favorite bed. I am sure if Herman would act as a warm pig for her feet she would demand it too.

Miss Kitty.
Ori.

Miss Kitty is insulted

I personally had no idea how easily a cat's... ahem... Kitty's feelings could be hurt, but apparently their stoic exterior shrouds a fragile ego and need for love, or in the case of blogs -- comments.

So, after having my pant leg shredded and admonished to only use a real camera with a proper flash when capturing her essence in all its fabulously furry glory, Miss Kitty agreed to let me live if I would touch up her last pic a bit and repost.

For the love of all that is holy, please tell her how pretty she is, what a lovely specimen of the feline species her form represents, and how much you want to rub her bunny soft belly. I only have so many pairs of pants.

What do you mean these are Herman's toys?

Three Day Weekends

Washington's Birthday (or, as I grew up knowing it -- President's Day) is one of those holidays that don't really have much of a tradition. On Independence Day there are cookouts, fireworks, ballgames; Thanksgiving is for family dinners and, well, football; Memorial Day and Labor day -- more cookouts and picnics, but Washington's Birthday? Lazy day. It's the dead of winter so no cookouts or football. There's nothing to really celebrate (okay, okay, he was the first president of the US, but don't we already have an Independence Day? Yes -- see above)... it's a free day. That's why so many schools and businesses use it as the sacrificial holiday and hold school or stay open for business and instead give the Friday after Thanksgiving off.

But for us government worker bees it's a Monday off so we have a spare day to get caught up.

Today, Les and I took Herman to get his nails trimmed...

I hate getting my nails trimmed. They try to break my feet off. I know that's what they're doing, I do.

Did some general errands (including getting Simon's blood drawn for allergy testing -- no pic, but he didn't like it for sure), then came back and put in some Grey's Anatomy and Les broke out her knitting.

Feo's knee is acting up, so she was happy with the set-up.

Lesley made me this blanket. It's my favorite blanket, but Al keeps it hidden away until I'm sick.

And Boogs, well, last night he antagonized a Corgi twice his size and established his role as Dictator Supreme.

Pardon me whilst I survey my realm. Ah yes. All is well.

All in all it was a great Washington's Birthday. ;) Probably the best I have ever had considering my dad is home now recovering from a successful triple bypass and will fully recover and be around for many years to come. Thanks for all the good thoughts and prayers!

Family

No long drawn out post this time. Just a picture and a request. Head over to my dad's blog (Art's Meanderings) and give him a cyber pat on the back for surviving his heart attack. He'll be having bypass in the next few days, but I have no doubts he'll do fine. He's my dad and I love him.

My dad, Art, and I on Casper Mountain.

Family photos...

...are usually un-fun, rarely get the whole "family," and usually end up with at least one member being less than happy about the whole situation.


Two guesses on who's not happy here. :)

Quit hogging all the space!

Herman uses his Corgi butt to push Miss Kitty slowly off the couch.

This is Miss Kitty's brain

This is her brain on catnip.

This is her brain after catnip.

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Happy Birthday Al!

Hobbes says you'd better relax and go have a good time! (Or he will sit on you with all 20 pounds of fur and claws.)

How to relax:

Sharing

All I got in my stocking was coal.

Yeah. Coal. Made me sad.

What?

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Corgi...


...or a Lab...


...or a Chihuahua (well, maybe a stir)...


...or a cat (if Hobbes has anything to do with it...


...the critters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of catnip and bones and tennis balls and steak danced in their heads.

Merry Christmas.

Is Santa here yet?

I decorated my stocking.

I've been good.

And I'm soo cute.

Cookies

Right there.
On the coffee table.
Four inches from my nose.
I wish my legs would grow.

Brenda's Tree Revisited

The Casper Star Tribune published a really nice article about Brenda's Tree in this Sunday's paper: Brenda's Tree Casper Star Tribune article link

More fun raking

I mean, look at that face. Is he having fun, or what?


...and no way Oz is going to miss out on the fun!

Talk about photogenic. :)