Thursday, September 20, 2018

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

What I Did On Vacation.

  • Teased Screamoline
  • Chased Screamoline
  • Napped
  • Played
  • Ate

And best of all
  • I captured Screamoline's refrigerator basket!

Monday, September 17, 2018

We're Back.

The worst thing happened to me while we were away.

Remember how my mom said it was time for my shot? Well, it happened. I was tricked into the troll box by the Red Dot. I yelled immediately and all the way to the clinic and then I was terrorized by stupid dogs while waiting and then I put up the biggest fight getting out of the box. I lost that battle but blood was drawn, and it wasn't even mine! But the vet tech was so patient and nice to me, she even let me hunker down on a towel in the sink while Mom addressed her wounds.

And after all this torture, I was told that I HAVE TO GO ON A DIET.

Then the worst part.

I know Mom's checking out those microchip-activated feeders so that Elliott, Caroline and Ivan can eat at will while I can't. I AM GOING TO STARVE.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

It's That Time Again.

Vacation time, that is! We'll be away for the next week or so while we celebrate the start of our favorite upcoming months, Labor Day and our mom's bat-worthy birthday.

Well, actually, we'll be napping and Mom will be celebrating. See you later!

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Caroline Wonders.

If we had an emergency and had to evacuate, and if that 500-pound baby known as Izzy won't get in a carrier, does that mean we could leave him?

Would there be a way to get Ivan to stay behind too?

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

I've Been Traumatized.

I refuse to get into any troll box.

I do not want to get shot.

I don't care how many times Mom tells me it's the law and I have to. I won't.


Mom note: Izzy is due for his three-year rabies shot and license renewal. To date we have missed two morning shot clinics at our vet. It's probably a good thing no appointment is required for the clinics, but trying to get him into the box when he refuses to be picked up or guided to it is clearly stressful. A tranquilizer dart might work...but then I'd need one for Izzy too.😉

Monday, August 27, 2018

Somebody Is In The D*g House.

But I swear, it's not me.

He can admit to it himself tomorrow.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Elliott Does Cat Stuff.

I thought there was something interesting outside but there really wasn't.

Oh well. At least dinner's coming up.

And I suppose I could get a nap in before then.