Finally Home!

For a while, I didn't think my humans were ever come back home, but they finally showed up! Actually, I should have known a few minutes before they arrived. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard Karli screaming from Lee Road. I think she was tired of that jail on wheels. (At least I was just in house arrest!).

It's amazing, my humans get home, and Brother Barry disappeared. Now I don't know that I'll ever finish getting him trained..., and he was making progress! Oh well, maybe his wife will complete the job.

Well, with everybody back home, I stay quite busy, so I don't know how much more I can do with the blog. We'll just have to see.

Boy, I'm glad to see those dirty plates again!

Lady

Wash Nixie!

Bro. Barry, you need to wash Nixie. She's got a definite odor problem. Here is how to do it:

1. Thoroughly clean the toilet.

2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water.

3. Obtain the cat and carry him to the bathroom.

4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids (you may need to stand on the lid so that he cannot escape).

CAUTION: Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his paws will be reaching out for anything he can find.

5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power wash and rinse" which I have found to be quite effective.

6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door.

7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.

8. The now-clean cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself.

Sincerely,

Lady (he he he)

How many dogs to change light bulb?

It depends on the kind of dog.

Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb?
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb.
Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there ...
Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle ...
Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!

But I know better!

Dogs do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is: How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?

Cricket (the Dawson's number one CAT)

Break In!

Brother Barry thinks someone broke into the house. I know better. After all, I've been here the whole time. If someone had broken in, I would have chewed him up or licked him to death. Nobody broke in!

When he went to scoop out Nixie's box, he discovered that the pooper scooper was gone. He always keeps it right by the box, near the mattresses, but it was not there. He looked all over for it, then started mumbling to himself while he went to get Cricket's. Well, at least, he got the job done.

Lady

Strange Week

What's going on this week?

First, Bro. Barry brought another man this morning when letting me out for my ______. He must be royalty, something about being a prince.

Brother Barry looked awfully tired, almost like he didn't sleep last night.

Then, no one is updating their blogs. I keep checking for my humans, but alas --- nothing.

Then Mrs. Debbie was back this evening. We went for a walk, but it was short. They didn't want to get wet in the rain. I don't know why; it's fun and cooling.

The next door neighbors were acting strange today as well. They were outside hitting a ball around a pole. When Bro. Barry asked who was winning, they said, "the pole." Oh, well.

Gotta go to my post,

Lady

P.S. June was more cheerful today. That's good.

What happened to them?

Well, I've been watching their blog at Dawson Diary, but they haven't posted anything in a few days. I hope nothing is wrong.

Bro. Barry came over today, but his wife didn't. It seems that she might be gone. But the preacher and I did go for a walk.

You know what? He sat down at the kitchen table to eat a hamburger. I sat and watched and watched and watched. I thought he was never going to drop something, but ahhhh! Finally!

June seems to be in recluse. She doesn't come out of her cage very readily when Bro. Barry tries to get her out. I think she misses the other rat.

Bro. Barry seemed preoccupied today, as if something was wrong. I've been trying to teach him barkerise, but he is a slow learner, so I guess he can't tell what's up.

All the others are OK --- Sky Blue, Blizzard, Cricket, Nixie, and I really think June is OK, too.

Well, gotta go.

Lady

Mommy! Mommy! Nixie's been pooping on the swimming pool!

Whew! I went into the garage with Bro. Barry, and I thought I would pass out. You could cut the odor with chain saw!

Bro. Barry is not so bad. He took the pool out, washed it down with the water hose, put some water in it to hold it down, and left it to air out (or should that be "water out"). I think he needs to leave the garage door open for a while, though. Maybe, I'll tell him tomorrow, if I can ever teach him barkerize.

Lady

P.S. You gotta get me some snausages. There almost as good as dirty plates!