What's Wrong With These People?

So, I'm trying to get dad to pay attention to me. I'm doing all I can. I'm jumping up and putting my front legs on his leg while he works on that 'puter thingy. I'm wagging my tail. I'm looking as cute as I can.

Suddenly, dad says, "Where's Patches?" So I got down and started to go see if I could find him.

Then I realized I don't know Patches. Who the heck is Patches?

You're not fooling me you silly man.

Everybody's Awake, Now

Last night, dad had just turned off the light when something brushed against me. I don't know if it was JD or that cat thing but I couldn't tell 'cause my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. I got startled and jumped up and just started barking as loud and as fast as I could. Dad jumped out of bed hollering, "What is it!? What is it!?"

When he finally turned on the light, I looked around, then looked at him and thought, "Oh, it's nothing... sorry."

Until next time.

Nothing Up My Sleeve!

I've learned a new trick! My parents are so proud, they hoot and holler every time they catch see me doing it. One time, dad was so happy, he shot me with a squirt gun. Oh, what a happy day that was!!

You see, I know how to get up on the furniture now. Isn't that cool!! And now that I can get on the furniture, I can climb up the back of the sofa and onto the counter where dad leaves the cat food. Oh, it's so yummy! He gives her canned food all the time now. He only gave me canned food when I was sick (and I think he hid medicine in it, too). I haven't gotten much but the leftovers of the canned food but the dry food is soooo gooood.

Well, I've got things to sniff... until next time.