More fur kids. But I’ve watched it 3 times and laughed every time, so … I thought I’d share.
[I LOVE how big that cat is compared to that little bit of a dog.]
Be kind [slow server and meager bandwidth] and do a “Save As” to your desktop or somewhere and watch it from there, you’ll want to watch it three times, too.
I keep the front screen door propped open with a yoga brick when I’m home and the weather’s temperate. This is so the cat’s have easy ingress and egress. They’re happy that way.
The dogs have been trained to stay in and not go through the front door. They sit at the open door and whine and cry when children go by on bikes or neighborhood cats sit in front of the door and taunt them. They stay where they are supposed to. They don’t go past the threshold.
This morning, I saw two young men in suits across the street. I assumed (correctly) they were Mormon missionaries. I had the shower going, wanted to get in, did not want to discuss religion. I decided it would give the missionaries a thrill to have my loud mean barking big fang-ful dogs answer the open door when bell rang. I figured everyone would be fine, the missionaries would just go away petrified, and the dogs would get a little exercise jumping up and down and barking at the strangers per usual.
I got in the shower and pretty soon there was a big commotion and I heard Bob hollering at the dogs to GET BACK IN HERE. Turns out they really like Mormon missionaries. Enough that the dogs (unless it was actually the missionaries) opened the door (!) and went out onto the porch to lick and drool and wiggle around on them and get petted and scritched. Damned dogs. They get an “F” in guard dog duty today.
Whew, I had a little political-itis today. If my blog won’t load, that would be all the link backs to the video. Give it a day or two.
Here’s Scuff, enjoying her new Kitty Wig.
Lewi The Lobster –
Here’s Lewi in his new Halloween costume. It looks more like he’s being attacked by a Giant Lobster than wearing a costume, doesn’t it? He’s got a new squeaky toy in the first one which is monopolizing his attention. For whatever reason, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by a little dress-up. Maybe his prior owners did this a lot.
Or, maybe he was like that Paris Hilton Chihuahua. Not Paris’ dog, but a dog named Paris Hilton who was on Dog Whisperer and owned by the two gayest young men (Nelson and Jhett) I’ve ever seen. Marvelous!
This is all coming up because Cesar Millan’s 100th Dog Whisperer show was on today. I bawled like a baby through the entire thing. Twice. It was enchanting to see it (on NatGeo). I loved re-visiting all those obnoxious-then-healed dogs and owners, all re-habbed and socialized. They were mostly, dare I say it? All Grown Up. Jhett wasn’t there, though. I have to assume Paris’s parents broke up, and Nelson has gone on to become the most androgynous person ever. Or maybe he was just pretty. [Gawd, I love cable. And weird people. I didn’t see any capes, though. And to be honest, the Blues Brews and BBQ here in town last week had a lot weirder people. I need to post that, I got two superior mullet shots.]
We watched a little DogTown right after Dog Whisperer. Sissy loves DogTown and stays focused right on the screen for the whole thing with her ears up in interest. The other two dogs run around and bark and wonder where the dogs are.