Animaniacs
I think most everybody knows I live with a lot of animals. Including the puppy we just found, we have 6 dogs and 7 cats. Shedding season is upon us so the cats stay outside as much as possible, except for Winkin' since she is missing an eye, her claws and is partly blind in the eye she has left. They are forever doing goofy things and for some reason, this morning has them all acting incredibly dumb. Here's a short list of this morning's antics from the fur crowd at my house.
Winkin stepped on the power button for the shredder then tried to stick her face in the slot to see what was making that cool noise. Is it like a toilet flushing?
Luna (the insane-o min pin) evidently has a barking switch that is activated by the sliding glass door opening. As soon as it's opened, she runs out of the house, wide open, barking at an irritating pitch. She does not stop until I threaten death (which is every time). Inside the dog never makes a noise. She can not, however, be outdoors without barking her fool self to death. It's that small dog syndrome. They have to act big. One day I'm going to punt her little nubby tail right over into the neighbor's yard and let her see the big dogs she's constantly threatening right up close. Stupid dog.
Simon (the Siamese) has rolled off the couch no less than THREE times this morning. When he decides he wants a tummy rub, his head just stops thinking about that narrow thing he's sitting on and the width of his butt in comparison. He falls right to the floor with a big THUD and hops right back up with an "I meant to do that" look. yeah, it's part of the routine. He gets his tummy rub and everybody's happy.
One trip into the bathroom reveals that Brandy has been hanging out in the bathtub (still damp from last night's showers)making neat little doggy footprints. She has this thing for the pattern of perfectly dirty little paws on slick, white surfaces. How she manages to walk right up the sides of the tub in such a straight line is beyond me.
The stray puppy has puked all over the kitchen floor. Probably shouldn't have eaten that slipper or the stick? she found in the back yard.
Pooh kitty has sat in front of the door and screamed to get out within 5 minutes of being let in ALL MORNING LONG. I don't know what his deal is.
Fatty cat gave birth to a 40 pound hairball under the hutch. I huge floating mass of black fur ghosties. I'm gonna have to chase that thing down at some point and kill it.
Mosquito knocked over the freshly folded pile of laundry. Twice.
Gimli ate a pasta serving spoon. My bad. I'm the one that did the slack cleaning job on the kitchen and left it out.
Such is my life most days. They're not always so much work and the rewards are great but man, sometimes they wear me ragged.
Winkin stepped on the power button for the shredder then tried to stick her face in the slot to see what was making that cool noise. Is it like a toilet flushing?
Luna (the insane-o min pin) evidently has a barking switch that is activated by the sliding glass door opening. As soon as it's opened, she runs out of the house, wide open, barking at an irritating pitch. She does not stop until I threaten death (which is every time). Inside the dog never makes a noise. She can not, however, be outdoors without barking her fool self to death. It's that small dog syndrome. They have to act big. One day I'm going to punt her little nubby tail right over into the neighbor's yard and let her see the big dogs she's constantly threatening right up close. Stupid dog.
Simon (the Siamese) has rolled off the couch no less than THREE times this morning. When he decides he wants a tummy rub, his head just stops thinking about that narrow thing he's sitting on and the width of his butt in comparison. He falls right to the floor with a big THUD and hops right back up with an "I meant to do that" look. yeah, it's part of the routine. He gets his tummy rub and everybody's happy.
One trip into the bathroom reveals that Brandy has been hanging out in the bathtub (still damp from last night's showers)making neat little doggy footprints. She has this thing for the pattern of perfectly dirty little paws on slick, white surfaces. How she manages to walk right up the sides of the tub in such a straight line is beyond me.
The stray puppy has puked all over the kitchen floor. Probably shouldn't have eaten that slipper or the stick? she found in the back yard.
Pooh kitty has sat in front of the door and screamed to get out within 5 minutes of being let in ALL MORNING LONG. I don't know what his deal is.
Fatty cat gave birth to a 40 pound hairball under the hutch. I huge floating mass of black fur ghosties. I'm gonna have to chase that thing down at some point and kill it.
Mosquito knocked over the freshly folded pile of laundry. Twice.
Gimli ate a pasta serving spoon. My bad. I'm the one that did the slack cleaning job on the kitchen and left it out.
Such is my life most days. They're not always so much work and the rewards are great but man, sometimes they wear me ragged.
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