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Who Says I'm A Dog?

Thanksgiving is the best!

Mommy once again created a fantabulous feast--and I was there from start to finish! This year I was forced to share the day with the Little Girls. I'm not accustomed waiting for a cube of french bread during stuffing making 'cause there are two other mouths chewing next to me. *Sigh.

I must admit, however, that we all received more than our share. Grammy & Grampy make sure of that.
It's their tradition that I ALWAYS have my own plate of Thanksgiving. Even though I won't admit it to them, it did my heart good to see the Little Girls receive their plates.

Both Little Girls nearly peed on the floor when they realized they were getting plates--they were VERY excited ! Brownie Maeve didn't need any prompting--she dug right in. Louise hesitated a bit (all of the excitement)-- but the turkey smells made her timid side take a hiatus. And me? I'm Grampy's girl. I sat myself down next to him and savored every bite on that plate. He kept his leg between me and greedy Brownie Maeve who wolfed down her dinner and came sniffing towards me--and life was great!

Next is "kissmas. Mommy best be planning another splendid meal 'cause I'm ready to eat it!

Friends--Please Sign a Guestbook for Daddy!

Everyone is so kind to remember our Daddy in their thoughts and prayers.

Today he found out that to perform his job, he will have to fly places in a helicopter several times per week.

Mommy has added guestbooks to all of our pages. Daddy accesses our Dogster & Catster pages.

If you sign one of our books, it's guaranteed to bring a smile to Daddy's face!


Blessings to all!

Snackin' On the Sly: An Art Form

Us Plump Pups who oblige our peeps by eating LITE kibble need to actively seek snackin' opportunities.

Today was PRIME for me. Mommy forgot to put the plastic jar of KAT TREATS back into the 'fridge. I saw her put them on the book case, but averted my eyes and held my breath until I heard her car back out of the driveway.

"Oh Frankie," I sweetly crooned. " Look, treats. If you climb up and knock them down, I'll open them and WE CAN SHARE THEM".

Yeah-right. He obliges me every time. SCORE--thanks, Frankie. Now, where will I take these treats for optimum gustatory delight? I know--in front of the Little Girls' crates!

"Yes, small ones--watch while the Snack Master works her magic! This is the way to gnaw off the lid. I lied, Frankie--drool you fool! Join the Little Girls in the peanut gallery while I savor each and every fish-shaped yummy. I DO NOT SHARE. Period."

"So much for the large jar. I'll just leave the empty as proof I was here--hee hee! Time for a nap."

(Two hours later) "Oh my--shall we troll for Little Girl kibble" Yes, I shall."
This is when having a LONG tongue comes in handy. "My, my Louise--there is kibble in your bowl. Observe as I use my prehensile tongue to snatch it through the bars of your wire room. SCORE!"

Later. . .
Mommy's home! "Oh yes, I want a cookie biscuit! Don't you feel guilty for leaving me all day? Yes, I'd love another one!"

Outside to potty and call to my next door goddess. Yes, she's home and here she comes with bacon treats for ME! "Mommy--can't you see the dirty looks I'm giving you? This is between me and my goddess. You have NO RIGHT to tell her I've had enough. THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH when it comes to TREATS! I am coming into the house UNDER PROTEST."

Supper--"Um, Mommy? There doesn't seem to be much LITE kibble in my bowl?!?"

Later--SCORE! Mommy forgot to put up Brownie Maeve's herring and sweet potato kibble. Gotta' eat fast--this stuff crunches even when I swallow it whole. "Who, me? I DID NOT have my HEAD in the kibble bag! Mommy--do you need glasses or are you just hallucinating? I AM NOT A
FAT DOG--I JUST HAPPEN TO BE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED. IF I WAS SIX FOOT AT THE SHOULDER, I WOULD EITHER BE THE PERFECT WEIGHT FOR MY HEIGHT OR AN ANOREXIC HORSE!" Anyhow--can I have a bite of your salad? Veggies are low cal and RANCH is my favorite dressing . . . "

Happy snacking, friends!