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The life and times of Sukie Lou Phalanges

A cheeseburger from my friends!

Ohboyohboyohboyohboy! Savyy and Samoa and their family sent me a cheeseburger! And I appreciate it SOOOO much because mama and papa remembered every darn day this week to remove the trash can from the kitchen. I don't get it but mama does not seem to appreciate when I decorate her bed with empty cat food cans (Clean, I tell you, very clean after am done with them!) And I cannot help if they put those messy coffee grounds in the same place as those can with the delectable remnants of kitty food.

Yummmmmm!!! Thanxxxx!

Mama vs. the groundhog

I don't know what is wrong with my mama. It's like the woman doesn't like a little excitement in her life now and then. The way I understand it, she cut out of work early on Friday to run errands and then come home and putter around the yard. Yes, putter. Oh, the wild life she leads.
But the puttering was postponed because sniff. SniffsniffSNIFF! What's that I smell?! Behind the table propped up against the house?! What's that I see behind the table propped up against the house?!
I must wedge my whole self in there to get it!
And I'm in!
And mama's yanking me out and hoping whatever is back there stays put!
And she's pullin' and yellin' and tryin' to keep my collars on all at the same time and darn it! Things were just getting interesting!
Into the house I go, but not with out a struggle. Is papa home? Noooooooo. So mama decides I am not going out until he gets home.
The her curiosity gets the best of her and she goes out to look for whatever was behind the table? A cat? A raccoon? I'm not tellin'.
I would have taken care of it if the woman would have left me alone.
But no, now I'm trapped in the house and get my nose practically shut in the door every time I try to scoot out.
All of which is making mama irritable, as it's keeping her from her all-important puttering.
Anyway, the mystery critter has moved from its' hiding place.
So finally, papa comes home and mama says ok, so I go out. And sniff. SniffsniffSNIFF! There it is again, behind the chimney a-chittering and a-squealing away at me!
So into the house I go again, but not with out a struggle. Darn it! Things were just getting interesting! I even got my feet washed this time.
So by now, mama's completely twizzed off.
The funny thing about the hiding spot the mystery critter picked is that it makes him wedged between the chimney and a basement window. I trapped a cat in there once!
So my very grumpy mama says, "I'll fix that critter's wagon."
Water bottle? Check.
Stick? Check.
Through the window screen, mama could try to shoo him out with the spray bottle and poke at him a little but he just kept a-chittering and a-squealing and wouldn't budge. (Ask mama to make the sound some time. She's very good at it.)
In the end the groundhog (for that's what it was) wouldn't leave and didn't move into the live trap mama set, but seems to be gone for now.
Just when things started getting interesting...

A poll for everypup!

Mother's day is coming soon - what are you doing for your mama ?

I need ideas! I tried to make a Milkbone sculpture, but um.... I kept eating my materials.

Sukie!