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Koopas New Life

Cats! (enough said)

So I ask myself, why do cats exist and better yet, why are there so many in this house. As far as I have seen, they do absolutely nothing but lie around all day and sleep. I on the the other hand, spend the day at the window watching for mom to come home, worrying about where she might be, why she hasn't called, when we are going to the dark park.

Mom moved a box the other day and the orange cat started going crazy, I mean, weird crazy. The next think I know, there is a bunch of green leafy stuff all over the cleanly vacuumed floor and the cats are rolling around in it. Stupid cats. I'm sure they must be doing something illegal.

I'm not sure what that stuff, but now I'm having to protect my big pillow bed with all my toys. They are going near my pull rope, and my rawhide ball, and my duck and squirrel toys (ok, those were theirs originally, but they NEVER played with them). Their eyes are dialated and they just keep flopping around on the floor, and then they zoom through the house. They are just annoying.

I must say though, they do have some tasty food, and when mom isn't looking, I like to mow down on the orange kibble until I hear someone yell at me to stop. Mom says that's why my poop is orange. Guess I don't care, I'm not the one cleaning it up.

It's been so hot out, that mom has water dishes everywhere. The trouble is, I can't find one without cat spit in it.

The worst part is when they band together and make a living road block so I can't get through the hallway. They like to do it when mom goes into the bedroom. If I'm not right on her heels, they will really fast run in between and lay down all the way across the hallway. And then, they will just STARE at me. Mom doens't know why I don't just jump over them, but she doesn't understand. They have the capability of flicking just one claw up and slicing me down the middle like a roast pig. Nobody likes a bleeding Corgi. So I wait at a safe distance and whimper and growl a little and finally mom will come out in the hall and scold the cats (they should be lashed a thousand times if you ask me), and then she steps in between them and me and I get to prance through. Prancing establishes that I won the battle.

I guess the second worst part is when the orange cat sits in moms lap. Well, he doens't sit, he's so freaking huge that he lays on her chest and his legs extend down to her knees. So I got no room. We sometimes catch each others eye when mom sits down (which is rarely) and then we race to the couch and who ever gets up first, gets mom. But the cat doens't play farely because I like to curl up on her lap, he will crawl all the way up on her chest, just under her neck and make himself fit. Then she has both of us on her. I'm not giving up my spot though. Oh he'd like that wouldn't he.

Anyway, the whole point of this diary entry is to vent my discontent with the cats that live in this house. They are passive agressive, lazy, they won't leave my stuff alone, and they smell funny.

Unfortunately, the cats seem to make mom happy and well, a happy mom is a good thing. So I'll just play their stupid cat games.

Koopa

Dog Day Afternoon

Went to the dogpark this afternoon, normal time, normal dogs.
There was a new dog there, big beautiful german shepard (that's how my mom describes him, not me).
Well, we sniffed and circled a couple of times, separated, I pooped off in the distance....
But then I headed back over to the dog pack when mom was cleaning up my mess and as she started walking back over, that's when she saw the problem start.

Now, I'm not saying it was all my fault, after all, I have just as much right to be there as he did, but it just all started and I wasn't going to back down just cause he was bigger than me. It all happened so fast, I heard barking, I saw teeth ( I think they might have been mine), anyway, I can hear mom yelling my name and there is this big guy there (one of the regulars) and he's pulling the German Shepard off of me, and well, then it was over. Mom got to me just seconds later. I don't know what the fuss was about, I wasn't about to back down, not in front of all of my new friends.

So then the German Shepard left the park and mom let me go play again and then there was another incident (not me this time), and then there was ANOTHER incident where picnic almost got beat up (some dogs don't have a sense of humor). Oh, and one dog got injured, a little jack russell terrier. we were all running and I didn't see him and well, I clipped him in the hip and he started limping. Mom felt really bad. But after the incident with picnic, mom decided it was time to go home.

It was weird, it was kinda like something in the air was making everyone on edge. Mom took me home because I jumped up on someone who had picked up his dog after he started rolling my friend picnic. It's just something I do, I don't know why, but I did the same thing when that little girl got hurt andher mom picked her up. Mom wishes she knew why I do that.

Anyway, it was a Dog Day Afternoon, hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

Koopa

Picnic in the Park

So I finally got to go to the dog park. Mom was a little worried about how I would act, after all, I get a little frothy at the mouth when I'm on a leash and another dog tries to walk away from me.

My pup pal Picnic told me he likes to go to this one dog park and what time he would be there so I decided it would be a great idea to meet him there. Mom thinks it was her idea, but she doesn't understand the strength of my vulcan mind powers.

So we go to the park the first time and we see down at the bottom of the hill next to the swimming pool, some really big dogs playing around off leash. Mom is not that brave even though I wanna go down there, and we head up to a smaller area just at the top of the pathway. As mom is reading the dog park sign and getting to know all the rules (mom is big on following rules), another corgi and his mom and dad come walking up the pathway. It's PICNIC!

Picnic is super cool. He made me feel at home right away. Mom let down all her guards and even took off my leash which allowed me to do my sniff thing that we dogs must do. Then it was off and running. Picnic can move! I'm a little out of breath after the first few circles but he is still going strong.

Remember those bigger dogs I told you about? Well Picnic knows them and he took me down to introduce me to all of them. Wow, what a great group of dogs. We all did the sniff thing and then, it was a free for all, there was running and jumping everywhere. Dogs chasing tennis balls (not my thing), dogs chasing dogs (a little more exercise than I'm wanting), dogs niffing dogs (ok - that's more my style).

Picnic is a riot becuase he likes to play in the mud and he likes to run right through the middle so he gets all muddy, but can't be blamed for "playing" in the mud. I'm not used to getting dirty so I'm refraining from the mud bath at this time. I'm not saying I won't try it soon, but for right now, I think I'll stick to the cleaner water puddle in the pathway.

I'm really excited to have someplace to go in the evenings with mom so even if she's gone all day, I still get to go do something with her later. I'm glad Picnic shared this play area with me. He's a good friend, you would like him.

Koopa