Here Comes the Sun King

Wow!  Is there anything better than lolling in the sun?  I don't think so.

Bigfoot

How often we misjudge others upon first meeting.  I remember when I first encountered Bigfoot.  "They" had given him to me as a "gift."  Some gift, I thought!  They had propped him up in our bed.   When I first saw him, I kind of freaked out and hid under the bed.  I mean, this guy was big.  Also weird.

Gradually, however, I became accustomed to his presence.  He was kind of cuddly.  He provided a secure hiding place when I wanted to bury Bubba Bob.  He was hard to move, but, on the other hand, it was rather gratifying to finally pull the big lug around.  He also put up with a lot of indignity without a hint of protest.

Lately I have taken to falling asleep all snuggled up with Bigfoot in the computer room, after sharing a cookie with "him," playing some fetch, and eating some kibble.

Life is good.  Bigfoot is good.  What can I say?

An Amazing Discovery

Tonight I was just settling down for a nap when "she" met with a slight accident.  She bumped her toe on a great trunk that sits next to our bed.  After much cursing and questioning what on Earth was in there and so on, the trunk was opened.  Lo and behold, who should pop out but Polly Parrot, an old friend of my youth (pictured above).

My first thought was that we had discovered yet another entrance to the Well of Toys.  However, I was assured that no such place existed and that I should never mention that place again.  The trunk does appear to be some sort of Treasure Chest that has been hidden from me most unfairly for some time.  It bears further investigation and will receive such at my leisure.

Back to the case at hand, though, what a delightful creature old Polly is.  She has a long raggedy neck suitable for chewing and when you chomp on her she emits the most annoying cacophony of shrieks and whistles and whatnot.

How fickle I was in my youth to abandon her after fifteen minutes of play.  I shall devote the rest of the evening to this entertainment no matter how often they tell me to shut up.

Canis Shmanis

This is just the sort of thing I am always hearing from "him."  Speciesism pure and simple.  How come "they" get to name everything and define everything?  I mean, who has the hyperactive imagination here?  Dogs in the sky.  Lions in the sky.  Bears in the sky.  Connect the dots, people.

Ahem....someone is making comments.

My alter ego, Ivan Ivanovich, says someone has been lurking in the "comments' section AND that someone has been passing out willy nilly advice and we know what they say about advice and dead fish, don't we?

Dog Days

Hot, humid, yucky, wet, etc.  Why are these the "dog days?"  I mean, I am a dog, or at least partly dog.  What have these days to do with me?  I don't like them.  I don't know any dogs who like them, although, to be honest, I do not know many dogs.  Maybe these dogs like the "dog days."  I have no way of knowing in my limited experience.  I think they are more appropriately called "wasp days" or "fly days."  I notice a lot of these creatures flying around.  I don't like them much.  I like them even less than the "dog days."

P.S.  The picture above depicts me in deep thought and also shows my waterfall ears to great advantage.  Thought it would be nice to share.

Hmmmm.....whatever happened to "3's company, 6 is too damn many!"

I mean, c'mon folks.  Its very nice to invite the WHOLE family and all but Pip (of Pip's Ear fame) is getting crowded out here.
True, he did have some delicious treats but he had had room for a few more if the truth be known when he looked over to the Pane's bag - they were all gone!
Sob.....had to wait til 2 AM (!!) for some miserable old stale kibble.