My pal Teddy - R.I.P.

Teddy died suddenly at the age of 14. As you can see, he was ready to party the last time I saw him. He was a great dog.

Cat-a-tonic

It has come to my attention that some people were distressed by my last post about cats.

I have even been accused of speciesism. Now, I am as open-minded as most, but I definitely believe in a prudent separation of some species. For example – Homo sapiens and Canis lupus familiaris– definitely go together and have co-evolved for thousands of years. Humans have been trained by dogs for eons, and have proven themselves as loyal and obedient followers to their noble four footed masters.

However - with Homo sapiens and felines (Felis catus) – it is a mere accident and lack of imagination that keeps them keeping company. While cats also think they are training their humans, in reality the humans are merely humoring them. Do you understand the difference?

As for cats and dogs together - it’s definitely NIMBY, baby. So- call that speciesism if you like; I just call it barking.

*************OK, this is a cute picture of Olive the kitty – but what will she be like when she grows up?????

cats r NOT us

I would so love to chase this guy. I hear he is called Frankie. His owner adores him and many call him handsome but I wouldn’t want to be caught in a dark alley with this character. He looks a bit mean to me. I understand cats don’t care for dogs. What is the big deal? Don’t they understand that the chasing game is all in fun. Really, dogs don’t hate cats and we don't want to harm them (…heh, heh)

Truthfully, the only creatures I rip to shreds are my stuffed animals with their succulent polyester innards. Doesn’t that make you feel better, little kittie?

Dog philosophy

OK, now most of you know that I can’t actually read. In fact, I only write this blog through a combination of sonar detection, electromagnetic radiation, alternate universe consequences of string theory and the interventions of the Feeder.

Still, this book is interesting and I bring it to your attention. The Feeder got this from the library and what first caught my eye, was that someone had beat me to the punch and had dog-eared the cover before I could get to it. A bit of irony courtesy of the library patrons.

Anyway. The book is a lovely contemplation of walking with dogs. Mystery, adventure, and yes, transcendence can follow when you head through the door for a w-a-l-k.

Check out the author with his handsome dog (a poodle, bien sur)

Your breath is so minty

It takes a lot, sometimes, to get the attention of the feeder. The two of them, feeder and the otherone, went SOMEPLACE and left me all ALONE. It got dark. Then, finally they returned. I think they were tired, because they went to sleep shortly thereafter. But- I found, hidden in the feeder's handbag, this delicious bit. I dragged out the package (after opening the zipper - you know I am good at that). Voila! The candy just dropped out and I ate a few and admired the rest. No tummy aches, so it wasn't wrong, was it?

Harmony

I am always making new friends! Here is her royal majesty, Harmony. You can admire her tiara studded with genuine sapphires. I love her cute dress too. The color definitely suits her. Harmony is not just any hippo. She is an ambassador of love, and has been traveling the globe with her entourage for a long time. She has recently been spreading joy in Egypt and Israel. So hip hip something or other, is all I have to say.

A novelist and his poodle

So - another story about whether Charley the poodle and his human, John Steinbeck, really did what they said they did on their trip chronicled in the memoir "Travels with Charley". True, when the feeder read parts of it to me it didn't seem likely that he had all the experiences described. But, even if John S. did spin his stories a bit, his take on the USA he saw at that moment (1960) rings true, at least to this dog. Only one real problem with the book from my POV - there wasn't enough info about Charley. for more info see the NYT 4/4/2011:

Dog and pal

So, we were walking in the hood and the feeder and the otherone stopped at this garage. The next thing i knew, the feeder had my new pal (purchased for 50 cents, she said) under her arm. i was so excited! When we got home, Super and I became best buds. I play with him, sleep with him, toss him about, and drag him outside. While no stuffed animal can replace Priscilla (see previous posts) in my heart, it is good to have a new friend. As the girl scouts used to sing, one is silver and the other gold.

American Idol - poodle edition

So - they think I can't sing? I can sit, stand, lie down, jump, give a hi 5 and sing sing sing (And I don't mean Sing Sing!!!). Doubters should listen to this (ignore the violin in the background. Too sad to discuss).............. Clicking on the title should work to show you what I mean.