Dawg Days Are Right Here

The dawg touched me on Saturday and it took me a good 1/2 hour to clean myself properly.

Holy Toledo. It's been more than a week since I last posted. Here I am helping our lady bean write my blog. I sit with her every morning and we read the news feeds together.

Spring is here and there are sunbeams on the carpet again! That should be headline news as far as I'm concerned. Funny but they don't print things like that in the NY Times.

The Food Dude

The Food Dude doesn't know very much about taking care of kitties. When tasked with feeding Pumpy and me last weekend he put dog food on our plate.
He also broke one of our litter pans whilst cleaning it (don't ask me how) and he put our clean litter in a paint tray instead. That just didn't seem right to us.

He needs a staff training day... deffo.

Sunday Rest and Relaxation

Last night I persuaded the lap lady to give me some stinky goodness at 11:00 P.M. It was delicious and I was so appreciative that after I ate I went upstairs and got in bed with her and slept on her head all night.

Top o' the morning...

Happy St. Patrick's Day! To help celebrate, Pumpy snagged a piece of ham off the kitchen counter last night. He's a good brother, is our Pumpy. Most of the time.

Announcement

***Ahroo Ahroo*** This is a special announcement
***Ahroo Ahroo***

Pumpy did not finish his dinner last night.

I repeat. Pumpy did NOT finish his dinner!

***Ahroo Ahroo***


That is all.

Hello

The dawg had some of her teefs pulled yesterday and all I can say is that she licks her lips and smacks her mouth a lot now. Oh... and her breath doesn't smell bad anymore. But this is what she looked like when she came home:


Not too happy, huh? I'm pleased to say that she is being fed the most delicious soft food and she doesn't try to sneak my biscuits at the moment.

That is all.