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Mikey McEatalot Tells All!

Phew.....long week!

It's been a long week - I pulled the stuffing out of my favorite toy and my toy shrank. I was depressed for about five minutes, but I pulled out of it with a little help from my friends and my brand-new left-over cardboard toilet roll toy. This is the best toy Mommy ever got for me!!! And she says there's plenty more where this one came from!

Mom says Daddy did a big no-no. Two nights ago, after Mommy went to work, Daddy sat down to eat cereal. I did my "look how pitiful I am and I'm starving to death to boot" routine, and Daddy finally coughed up the goods (that Mommy never lets me have). I ate a few chunks of cereal, then a pink marshmallow Daddy had been eating fell on my head. PINK, mind you. In my head-fur!!! Daddy couldn't get it out, and, when Mommy came home, she thought I had a new hair-do till she looked closer. Then she called me "Marshmallow Head" all day. She should have called Daddy "Marshmallow Head", not me!!! But I do love my Daddy and my midnight snacks, so I won't whine too much.

Mommy's idea of fun is to put a rubber band in my head fur and leave me with one of those weird ponytails (and I am not a pony!). Then she calls me her little Samurai warrior. For hours. And hours. "How cute Mikey is....my little Samurai warrior!" It's humiliating in front of Bruno the Big Cat, but Mommy loves it, so I endure. I just learned that word - "endure". Kinda like when Ginger steals my bone - I endure. For I have the heart of a Samurai wha.....oh, forget it.

Howl at ya' next time!
Mikey

Wow!!! Triple bow-wow!

November 25, 2007

Mom says I have even more new friends! Six whole friends! I'm so excited I forgot to bury my stick in Daddy's hard-toe boot....must go take care of that in a few.

Mommy also says I have a star and a bone on here! We don't know what they mean, but Mommy said she'd find out.

I told Ginger all about this new game, and now she wants to play, too. I'm happy it won't take much of her energy, 'cause she can't play too rough, but she sure can play for a long, long time, and Mommy says she's not "catatonic" anymore at all since she made friends with me. It took me three weeks of sniffing her butt and pulling on her ears before she noticed me, but now I'm her best friend (other than Bruno the Fat Cat, who loves Ginger better than catnip. )

Mine and Ginger's favorite game is Sock. When Daddy gets home, he throws us one of his yummy- smelling socks. I grab one end, and Ginger grabs the other. Then we pull each other all over the house till one of us wins, then we start all over. Plus the smell gets us in the mood for dinner!!!

I'm beginning to handle the cats. Belle, the huntress, knows I am the king, so she brought me an offering a couple of days ago. She walked right up and dropped a little mouse right by my plate. I tried to play with the little bugger, but he was pretty quiet. Then Momma called me "Mikey Noooooo!", and that was the end of my mousie. And Belle scrammed out the back door, real quick-like.

Talk with ya later! And Ginger gets her page soon!

Hi, guys! It's the day after Black Friday, 2007!

Howdy - I'm Mikey, and I've been King of this House since around September 17.v I was a child king - I was only eight weeks old.

First, lemme set the breed record straight. My dad was a Poodle, and mom was a Pekingese. Which leaves me a peek-a-poo, but I like "mutt" better. Suits my personality. Who wants to be called a POO??? That's what I do on my blue pad!

My name, today, is Mikey McEatalot. It changes from time to time - "Mike the Tyke", just plain "Mike", and "Mikey Noooo!!" when mommy and daddy find me missing my blue pad when I tinkle. And....heaven forbid.....mommy calls me the dreaded "Mikey-Poo" when she's feeling lovey-dovey. But that's rare, thank gosh!

Lemme tell ya how I got here - to my house. Well, something sad happened - Mommy and daddy's oldest puppy-baby, Chrissie, passed away. She was 14. That left Ginger, my 13-year-old Best Buddy. She was all alone, and, as I hear it, she wouldn't eat. Or move. My mom's a psych. nurse, and she said Ginger was "catatonic", whatever that means. My mom is soooo smart.

So, one day, Daddy called the nice lady who I thought was my momma. My first momma cried, but told Daddy he needed me so much I'd just have to go live with him. I knew my first momma wasn't my real momma because she got stars in her eyes when she saw the greenbacks. Hmmph!!!

When Daddy put me down the day I got here, I peed. But nobody cared! That's when I knew I was HOME! Then I saw Bruno. Bruno the Bad Dude. He's a cat. A giant cat. An enormous, fat, cat. His idea of hunting is catching butterflies in the greenhouse out back. Next, I met Belle. Belle is lithe, well-muscled and small. Mom says she's half-feral. She totes in rats bigger than I am. I was soooo scared!

Then, in the corner, I saw a mass of white, curly fur. I checked it out, and, like Mom said, it didn't move. Then I sniffed what looked like a butt, and out came the Devil herself!!! She chased me around the room, then went back to her bed.
Then, wonder of wonders, she jumped on the couch. She stared out the window, and barked not at all.

Meanwhile, I cuddled with Momnmy and Daddy. I gave them both a turn to hold me - the new King. Then I wanted to know where the food was! First, they fed me itsy, bitsy cans of supremo food. It was yukky. Growing kings need real food! Soon, I started getting leather sticks and health treats with vegetables in them. Not baaaad....! My favortite food now is "Moist and Meaty" which I've been told none of there other babies would eat. Figures - only kings can appreciate the best!