Hot spot

I got a hot spot. A hot spot is when you’re itchy all over so you chew, and then one place is just easier to reach than all the others so you chew that one the most.

No. 1 does not like it when I chew on my fur. She squirts me with stuff. Finally I had to go to That Place. The nice human with the concerned face gave us some medicine and told No. 1 that I should wear a t-shirt.

So No. 1 went to the Nearly New store and came home with a baby human shirt, and she took her scissors and cut the arms right off! The she stuck my head through the neck and my arms through the holes.

It's not as bad as all that.

It's not as bad as all that.

Here’s what it says on the t-shirt.

No. 2 wishes he had one like this.

No. 2 wishes he had one like this.

I don’t know how long I have to wear this, but my hot spot feels better already.

I'm going for Best (Dressed) in Show.

I'm going for Best (Dressed) in Show.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 16th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 2,642 Comments.

Me and the interweb

I started this dogblog a couple years ago, but actually me and the interweb go way back.

Once upon a time the www was still a shiny new thing, just like me, and No. 2 set up a little corner of it just for me. Here’s what it looked like:

Blast from the Past

Blast from the Past

Some of you might recognize the old-school formatting, i.e., none. I’m glad that I had No. 1 to help me design this dogblog! It looks a lot spiffier, don’t you think?

Eventually No. 2 took the old page down, but it did lead to a couple of good things while it lasted. First was that one reader wrote to my humans and told them I had the frosting gene. That was interesting.

Second was that a white papillon in Japan wrote to me! Her name was Puzoo. She said that she also likes the making of the bed, and her humans said something very wise, which is that all papillons are equally to be loved. I’ve never seen Japan, so I asked my humans where it was. They said it’s far away, so far that you can’t even get there in a car ride.

But still, it’s nice to know that I have a friend way, way over there. I hope that I’ll get to meet you some day, Puzoo!

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 19th, 2011 under Car rides, Fun things, Other dogs - 4,496 Comments.

Roughing it (again)

I’m not a really big fan of roughing it (see my story about gorving). It was all the same to me that we hadn’t really been on any camping-type trips since then. But No. 1 came up with a place she thought I might like.

Little cabin in the woods

Little cabin in the woods

Now this is what I call roughing it! You have walls. You have a floor. You have light. You have heat in case it gets too cold. (No. 1 also praised the hot water for showers — not that I would know anything about that.) Best of all, you have a bed to curl up on.

No. 2 likes the loft, which you get up to by climbing a ladder. This part isn’t really dog friendly, but it’s monkey-friendly and also 50-year-old-teenager friendly. He went up there and we almost couldn’t get him to come down again.

How's the weather up there?

How's the weather up there?

When you want to go outside, you open the back door and there you are, in the middle of a forest. And there was almost no one else around!

Here I am, showing off my mountaineering skills.

I am a wolf in the forest.

I am a wolf in the forest.

Sad to say, we spent only one night here, and then we went to a big hotel for awhile. There wasn’t much for a little dog to do. It was noisy, confusing, and there were soooo many people, everywhere you looked. I had to be careful not to get stepped on.

Maybe roughing it isn’t such a bad idea after all. I didn’t much care for gorving, but gocabining is all right with me!

Woofs,
Willie

No. 2 here: If any of you are wondering where this is, these are the Shinneyboo Creek Cabins, just a stone’s throw from the I-80 highway to Reno, an exit or two past Emigrant Gap.

Posted: August 22nd, 2011 under Car rides, Fun things, Outings, Quilting - 4,492 Comments.

A dog of many talents

I’m so happy being in a family of writers, because it means my humans are home most of the time. Also, they need my help now and then. Here is No. 2, writing his first book. I’m the proofreader, of course.

That should be a semicolon.

That should be a semicolon.

I guess I did a pretty good job. His book finally came out and some booklist place said it was one of the best books of the year! You’re welcome.

I have other talents, too. Most of them have to do with technology. No. 1 used to have a gadget called a veecee-r, and she would sit on the sofa and turn it on. I was always glad to see this, because it meant I would get a lap.

The veecee-r did three different things. One sound meant I could go to sleep. That seemed to be the part No. 1 was interested in. There would be people talking inside the teevee box, yada-yada-yada, and it would go on for a long time. Perfect for a nap. Another, more whirring sound, meant the teevee box would start going real fast and the sound would stop, but nap time wasn’t over.

Then we would get to the third sound, a kind of a grindy sound, and that was my cue! I would jump up out of her lap, because I knew she would be getting up soon. I think it is really great that the veecee-r makers put an end-of-laptime signal on their machine.

Same thing with the computer. No. 2 had a computer called a peecee that played a little melody when he turned it off. Even if I was fast asleep, when I heard that melody I would wake up and jump off his lap.

End of laptime?

This one doesn't have the end-of-laptime melody.

But lately my skills seem to be obsolete. My humans “upgraded” from a veecee-r to a deevee-r, and it’s just not as good. It doesn’t come with an end-of-laptime signal. Same with the computer. No. 2 got rid of his peecee and got an apple (funny name for a machine), which just turns off and doesn’t sing about it. I guess it’s all just as well… seems like I don’t hear all those signals that I used to anyway. Now the humans have to wake me up when laptime is over. They don’t seem to mind.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 25th, 2011 under Naps, The way we do things - 2,914 Comments.

A lot less Trouble

Can a Klingon just fade away?

A lot less Trouble

A lot less Trouble

Our second calico, the one I call Trouble, just isn’t what she used to be. She used to be a lot bigger than me but now she’s down to just about my size. Like her sister who left us, she has taken to yowling at the door and drinking a lot. The thing about this one though… when she drinks, she thinks she is a desert cat in the Sahara and has to scratch out a watering hole. She meows and scratches and scrapes and drinks… it’s pretty funny except when it’s annoying.

The humans have noticed it too, and have started taking her to That Place. One time they came back with a bag of some kind of special water that they hung over a lampshade, hooked up the other end to the Klingon, and it’s fill ‘er up! What will they think of next?

It’s pretty amusing to watch No. 2 at this, because it requires about three hands. Sometimes the special water will start spraying all over the Klingon and him and the sofa and the living room. Then No. 2 starts employing what I believe is called salty language.

No. 1 is much more calm and collected. According to No. 2 she comes from a long line of nurses. They must be born with three hands, because No. 1 never has any trouble with the procedure.

When they started doing this, it really made a surprising difference. It took about a day for Trouble to get her personality back, which is to say, she started getting in trouble again. She did things like sharpen her claws, bat at pen caps, and talk to the birds, which she used to do all the time.

Oh yes, and she continues to have a talent for turning up in unexpected places. Like here:

You did say it was a garden bed, didn't you?

You did say it was a garden bed, didn't you?

And here:

Nothing here but us watering cans.

Nothing here but us watering cans.

Even though Trouble and I aren’t the best of friends, I’m glad she’s feeling better.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 31st, 2011 under Strange occurrences, What I have to put up with - 3,191 Comments.

I’m a movie star!

Did I ever tell about the time that my humans decided that they had to go off to some place called Hawaii? I don’t know where that is but I understand it’s across a lot lot of water, and you know my feelings on that subject. I’ll stay here, thank you very much.

They dropped me off at Puppy Camp. If you’re going to be away from your pack, at least this is a better place to stay than That Place. I stay with the small dog posse when I’m at Puppy Camp. Most of the small dogs like to visit and play and tussle around. Thankfully, there are also comfy cots where us more mature canines can take our leisure in comfort. I’m on vacation… I’ll leave all that milling around to the young whippersnappers.

At Puppy Camp they take moving pictures of us and put them up on the You Tubes. My humans love this because they can see what I was doing when they were away. I was very busy that day taking a nap. You can see me if you wait until the 1:52 mark.

If you want to read about the Hawaii, No. 1 told all about it over on her blog that she writes about making blankies. Looks like they had a good time, but I was just as glad to stay home and rest.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: September 13th, 2011 under Naps, Other dogs - 2,619 Comments.

There’s no place like home

I want to show you another of my happy places. I know that it will surprise some of you.

Welcome to my crib!

Welcome to my crib!

Like every dog, I like my pack to be together. If I had my druthers, we’d stay home as much as possible and when we went out, we’d always go out together.

But humans are funny. They’re restless. They have Things to Do. And so sometimes they have to leave me at home alone (well, with the Klingons for company, but you know what I mean).

The smartest thing they ever did was give me this little den to stay in while they were gone. It’s hard to explain what it means to me. It’s my personal private nook, with my favorite blankets. And it’s their personal promise that they will come back for me. I know that all I have to do is curl up and go to sleep.

We have it all down to a routine. (You know how dogs love routines.) When I see them putting their shoes and jackets on, I’ll get up and start watching them closely. I’m always hoping that they’ll get the leash and stand by the door. That means I’m going for a car ride! But sometimes, instead, they go over to my den with a treat. I know what I’m supposed to do. I run over to my den, jump in, they give me the treat, and they close the door. Then they’re on their way to wherever.

Silly humans. Don’t they know there’s no place like home?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: September 20th, 2011 under Car rides, Naps, The way we do things - 4,521 Comments.

A Klingon named Trouble — the final chapter

I think that the Klingon that I call Trouble has now left us to join her sister. I don’t know these things for sure, but I could see No. 2 boo-hooing again, and that for me is a strong hint.

They say that Klingons have nine lives. I can believe it now, because she went through three of them just in one week.

First of all, one afternoon the humans raised a huge fuss because they saw Trouble lurching across the patio. They took her inside but she couldn’t stand up. She went under the table and flopped right down on her side. We were getting all set to take her to That Place, but suddenly after 30 minutes she just popped right up as if nothing had happened! “Okay, so much for life number one! I’m on to life number two now!”

Two days later, Trouble ran away. She’s done this before (and gave the humans a worry and a half I might add). But not when she was so skinny, and not when she had just had a sinking fit two days earlier.

The humans went to look for her, but they couldn’t find her. Their faces were very sad. Usually the neighborhood Klingons go down to the bottom of the gulch where there’s a little stream. They figured that’s where Trouble had gone, to look for a drink of water. The humans can’t go there because of some plant called poison oak.

Several hours later, No. 2 went outside to take out the trash. He came back inside and said, “I saw a rainbow!” You have to understand that No. 2 is a big fan of rainbows. Don’t know why, but he collects rainbow sightings like some dogs collect bones.

Well, it wasn’t but another five minutes before there was a little meow at the door. No. 2 went to open it, and darned if that Klingon wasn’t sitting right there on the doorstep! You should have seen the looks on the humans’ faces. Trouble walked in the door and started eating kibble. No. 1 started boo-hooing. No. 2 didn’t have his camera, but later on he made this picture with stickers.

Walking home under the rainbow bridge.

Walking home under the rainbow bridge.

So now she was on to life number three. For three days, No. 2 fussed over her like she was an angel come to Earth. He went and got her a fountain for the patio, because it seemed as if the thing that she wanted most was fresh running water.

It makes a nice sound.

It makes a nice sound.

No. 2 thought she might try to drink from it, but she didn’t. She just sat there and listened to it for hours on end.

But on day number four of Trouble’s life as an angel, there was more trouble. She wouldn’t eat any more.

Sweet dreams, Trouble

Sweet dreams, Trouble

So they bundled her up and took her away. And that was the end of Trouble’s last week with us. I never saw a week like that before, and I hope I never will again.

Trouble on the windowsill, a few years ago.

Trouble on the windowsill, a few years ago.

The humans’ name for her was Maikai, which No. 2 explains is the Hawaiian word for “beautiful.”

In Memoriam Maikai Mackenzie, 1990-2009

In Memoriam Maikai Mackenzie, 1990-2009

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: September 26th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 4,629 Comments.

Flowers and gardens

Paws up and many thanks to all my interweb friends for your nice words about losing a member of the pack. Me and the humans appreciate it. Biscuits for you.

Today I’d like to talk about one human quirk that I’ve never quite understood: They like plants. Especially flowers.

Our front door.

Our front door.

Let me just say for the record that I’ve got nothing against flowers. But I can’t eat them, and their scent is not the kind of perfume that a dog appreciates, so for me they’re just a part of the background.

I’s a different story for the humans. They think flowers are cute. That means they have to take pictures of them. Sometimes they even want to have a dog in the picture.

Fine. I'll pose by your hisbiscusus.

Fine. I'll pose by your hibiscusus.

No. 2 wasn’t satisfied with just growing flowers by our front door. A few years ago, he got a little garden plot in a nearby park, and he started growing them there, too.

No. 2's garden

No. 2's garden

I like these flowers. Know why? Because we have to take a walk to get to them!

Going for a walk to the park with my two humans is one of my favorite things. We take our time on the way to the garden, stopping to sniff all the pee-mail along the way. When we get to the garden, No. 2 picks some flowers and vegetables. Then he uses a magic rain shower device to make it rain. I do not care for this part, because sometimes the rain gets too close to me. In fact, sometimes I even wonder if he makes it rain on me on purpose.

But then comes the best part: the walk home! To a dog, there’s no place like home. Somehow this part of the walk never lasts as long as the walk to the garden. Maybe it’s because I’m out in front with my special going-home gait. Hurry up, you guys! What’s taking so long?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 2nd, 2011 under Fun things, Outings, The way we do things - 4,790 Comments.

More good nap spots

You can’t throw a biscuit in our house without hitting a good place to settle down for a nap. Here are some of my favorites.

On No. 2's pjs.

On No. 2's pjs.

No. 1 objects when he leaves them on the bed, but I don’t!

On my throne.

On my throne.

We have this ginormous pillow on the bed that the humans prop themselves up with when they’re reading. Other times, I like to get on top of it. It’s just right for a dog to relax on. No. 2 refers to it as my throne.

Under a blankie.

Under a blankie.

Sometimes in the chilly weather, No. 1 decides that I look cold, and she tucks me in. No. 2 thinks I don’t like it. Do I look like I don’t like it??

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 5th, 2011 under Naps - 2,559 Comments.

It’s just me and the Pale Tiger

Nowadays it’s just me, the humans, and the one Klingon. She’s the one that looks like a white Klingon and a striped Klingon collided at 60 mph. In her younger days, back where we used to live, she was quite the hunter. She caught her prey and flipped it high in the air to display her prowess. No. 2 dubbed her the Pale Tiger.

That was a long time ago, and those days are gone. Now she is much more rotund and she mostly sleeps. Since I like to sleep too, that means we end up sharing quite a bit.

Aw c'mon. Lay on somebody your own size.

Aw c'mon. Lay on somebody your own size.

Patooey.

Patooey.

Oh, I guess she’s not that bad.

More like a beached whale now.

More like a beached whale now.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 9th, 2011 under Naps, What I have to put up with - 4,421 Comments.

I like to read

As I’ve said, I live in a pack of writers, so of course I like to read too. My favorite subject matter is the papillon calendar.

My reading stack.

My reading stack.

This guy, though… I think he’s up past his naptime.

TOO. MUCH. CAFFEINE.

TOO. MUCH. CAFFEINE.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 12th, 2011 under Other dogs - 4,515 Comments.

In the land of the giants

No. 1, No. 2, and I took another car trip, to a place called the city.

It was very different from our last road trip, when we went to a place that had a wooden house, trees, places to run around, and no other humans anywhere you could see. This new place had lots and lots of people, and almost no ground at all! It was all asphalt and concrete, everywhere you looked. Where’s a dog supposed to pee? No. 1 and I looked and looked, and we couldn’t find any grass or ground cover or even any mulch! What kind of place is this?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do until a city dog came along and showed me. There are little grates, about one foot by one foot, with some ground underneath and a tree in the center. Sometimes there would be a little square without a grate, and that was the spot for a potty break. Pretty pitiful if you ask me.

Aside from the lack of facilities, it wasn’t such a bad place. We had a really comfy bed, at least until No. 2 got up at a ridiculously early hour.

Can't you see some of us are still sleeping?

Can't you see some of us are still sleeping?

To get to our room you would get in a little closet with a metal door, and then a motor would whir and you’d feel as if you were moving and yet everything in the closet would stay in place. Eventually the motor would stop whirring and the door would open, and then we would be in a different place! How do they do that?

No. 1 was busy most of the day, so No. 2 and I got in the car and drove around the city. We stopped at a place where No. 2 said the giants played. It’s funny, though, I didn’t see any giants, just normal-sized people.

The park where the giants play.

The park where the giants play.

No. 2 took this picture of me with a plaque, which he says shows one of the most famous giants. This one was named Willie, just like me! Willie Mays. Have you heard about him?

My favorite giant.

My favorite giant.

After visiting the park we walked along the waterfront. And walked. And walked. It was a looong walk. I still didn’t see any giants, but it seemed as if you really would have to be one to live in a place like this. No. 2 walked the legs right off me. Later that day, I slept in the car almost all the way back home.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 16th, 2011 under Car rides, Fun things, Naps, Other dogs, Outings - 9,066 Comments.

What are papillons for?

After my last story, my buddy Toby sent in a question.

What are Papillons for? Molly says that dogs were originally bred for a purpose. We (cavaliers) were bred to be comfort dogs – keeping humans warm and happy – we’re good at that. Other spaniels were bred to sniff out game. (We are still pretty good with our noses.) So what is your speciality?

Well, we papillons are also a type of toy spaniel, descended from the continental toy spaniel a whole long time ago. Some humans think that there might be a little bit of chihuahua thrown into our mix to make our ears stand up but I don’t know. What’s certain is that papillons were a favorite kind of dog of the big important humans in a place called Europe. If you go to this place on the interwebs you’ll see a gallery with gobs and buckets of paintings that have papillons in them! We’re very good models.

Anyway, we are for just the same thing as you: to keep human laps warm!

We can do other things too, like agility. You remember I told my story about agility before? Recently, No. 2 and I saw a papillon named Primo on the Purina Incredibobble Dog Challenge on the teevee. He finished second that time, but guess what! He won the small dog agility this year! According to this place on the interwebs, you’ll be able to see him on the teevee again soon! Way to go Primo!

You might also want to watch this moving picture on papillons from the Animal Planet. Check out the little guy herding sheep! It also shows the most famous papillon of all, MY HERO, Kirby. He won the Westminster Dog Club show once upon a time. After that, humans started to recognize what kind of a dog I was when we went out for walks.

Finally, I’d like to put in a plug for a really good book, Memoirs of a Papillon by Genevieve.

genevieve

The subtitle is, “The Canine Guide to Living with Humans without Going Mad.” I could write a book about that, but thanks to Genevieve, I don’t have to!

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 19th, 2011 under Fun things - 5,042 Comments.

And then there were none

The last of my Klingon packmates has gone to join her sisters.

Unlike the two calicoes, our Pale Tiger didn’t let anybody know she was feeling poorly. One day she just upped her sleeping schedule from 22 hours a day to 23½ hours a day. And can you believe, it? She quit eating.

No. 1 was out of town, and so No. 2 had to take her to That Place. Then he talked with No. 1 on the long-distance voice box, and said something like “large abdominabobble mass,” whatever that means. I think it translates to “better say goodbye.”

So the Pale Tiger stayed around, sleeping 23½ hours a day, until No. 1 came back home, and for a couple days after that, but then No. 1 and No. 2 took her away and came back without her. Then they emptied the sandbox that Klingons do their business in and they put it away, and that’s when I knew that I didn’t live with Klingons any more.

Klingon semaphore

Klingon semaphore

No. 2 always said she had “silly ears.” He would turn her ears inside out and they would stay that way — she never seemed to notice!

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This is how she got the nickname, “The Pale Tiger,” back in the days when she was much younger and No. 2 didn’t know how to focus a camera.

Here she is standing by the door to the linen closet, waiting for a human to let her in. She liked to take long undisturbed naps on top of the blankies. Sometimes she would stay in there all night and come out to greet the humans in the morning.

She was all right as far as Klingons go.

In Memoriam Pixel Mackenzie, 1990-2010

In Memoriam Pixel Mackenzie, 1990-2010

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 26th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 3,213 Comments.

There goes the peace and quiet

Just when I was getting used to being the only non-human in the house, No. 1 goes and brings home a puppy!

Sigh.

Sigh.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me. “He’s temporary.”

See, for years now No. 1 and No. 2 have been going to help out at this place.

Sometimes the animals there need to go to somebody’s house and live for a little while until they get their forever homes.

So No. 1 brought Munchkin home. She actually calls him Munchie.

He's chewing on Flopsy.

He's chewing on Flopsy.

Munchie is all right I guess. We get along fine, except that he’s such a young whippersnapper and a tad too peppy for my taste. He likes to get in between me and No. 1, and actually kind-of pushes me out of the way when we’re all in the kitchen. Kind of thick, I must say.

Displaced!

Displaced!

We went out to lunch at a place that lets dogs eat on their patio.

You gonna eat that?

You gonna eat that?

After a week, Munchie had another place to go. Here he is with his new pack.

Small, medium, and large.

Small, medium, and large.

I hear he’s very happy over there, with a couple of nice humans too.

It’s good to be back to the peace and quiet once again.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: October 31st, 2011 under Other dogs, What I have to put up with - 8,815 Comments.

Invaded!

She’s gone and done it again. Now the house is full of baby Klingons! Who knew they came in such a small size? Look at these scrappy things.

They're tussling.

They're tussling.

I don’t know how many there are. Maybe three, but it seems like a lot more because they’re everywhere you look. There’s a whole lotta legs and tails all over the place. I tried adding them up but they move too fast and I can’t count that high. Sheesh, so much for the peace and quiet.

All of them are black, like fleas, and who knows how to tell the difference between them. I don’t think they had ever seen a dog before, because when they first saw me they got their backs up and made the little hissy noises (kind of half-hearted, really). I didn’t pay any attention to this behavior, and within a day they were over it and were not fazed by me whatsoever. Now we all get along fine. And it’s kind of nice being bigger than a Klingon for once in my life!

Sometimes they tear around like crazy.

Prepare to die, fuzzy ball.

Prepare to die, fuzzy ball.

Other times they lounge around in all the best spots.

Legwarmer.

Legwarmer.

It’s kind of my job to watch them.

Nobody fall off. No, we have absolutely no mutual interest in that cereal bowl.

Nobody fall off. No, we have absolutely no mutual interest in that cereal bowl.

If there’s anything good about being overrun with baby Klingons, it’s that they get very tasty canned food.

All of youz mind your manners.

All of youz mind your manners.

You gonna finish that?

You gonna finish that?

No. 1 tells me that they’re temporary. All in all, I think that’s for the best.

3kitties1

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: November 7th, 2011 under Strange occurrences, What I have to put up with - 9,973 Comments.

The littlest Klingon

As soon as the black fleas went back, we kept on having more baby Klingon guests. I didn’t care for the second batch too much. They were a little scaredy and a bit too Klingon-y to me, too many sharp points and not enough caution about using them, and so I gave them a wide berth.

Sure, they look all innocent now.

Sure, they look all innocent now.

However, the third batch was just fine. These came to us with a case of the sneezles and the wheezles.

They didn't feel that gud.

They didn't feel that gud.

The tiny tortoiseshell Klingon, the runt of the litter, had it the worst. She didn’t even weigh in at a pound soaking wet, and while the other two Klingons would run and jump around, she would just lie there on the sofa very quiet. Now that’s my kind of Klingon! We got along very well together.

Lullaby... and good night....

Lullaby... and good night....

However, the humans were worried about her, so No. 1 took her to That Place. After they came home, No. 1 started squirting some sort of white gloppy substance down her gullet for a few days. It may have been that, or it may have been the Tuna Cure that No. 2 invented, but on about Day 3, that tiny thing reached out and batted at a toy!

After that the littlest Klingon started feeling better and began to have a very big appetite. That’s when the humans knew she was going to be all right.

Out of my way, human! That's my yogurt!

Out of my way, human! That's my yogurt!

Here she is, paying a visit on me in my happy place.

If you won't let me in, I'll just sit out here.

If you won't let me in, I'll just sit out here.

Three Klingons and a tribble. Can you tell which is which?

Three Klingons and a tribble. Can you tell which is which?

We wuv each other.

We wuv each other.

The two orange baby Klingons went back to the shelter when they got over their colds. But the littlest Klingon had a lot of catching up to do, so she stayed with us awhile longer. No. 2 grew extra attached to Bunny (which No. 1 named her because she looked and felt like a dust bunny), and he asked all of his friends if they would like to adopt her. One of his bestest friends, a very nice young human, said yes! She had just adopted a Klingon a month earlier, and that Klingon needed a playtime companion.

Have you hugged your Klingon today?

Have you hugged your Klingon today?

The best thing about this was that we kept on visiting Bunny at the friend’s place. Here she is a couple months later.

She sprouted legs.

She sprouted legs.

It’s hard to say whether she remembered me, but she definitely remembered that dogs are OK. Her housemate ran away and hid from me, but Bunny came right out and said, “Issa goggie!”

Here’s one more picture, from about half a year later.

Look at what a fluffy tail I have!

Look at that fluffy tail!

I’m glad this story had such a happy ending. For the first time I kind of understood why humans like to keep Klingons around.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: November 11th, 2011 under Fun things - 8,740 Comments.

The Mackenzie Finishing School for Klingons

It becomes apparent that I have been “volunteered” as nursemaid for a steady stream of baby Klingons.

We got these guys next.

See how I got them all down for a nap, including No. 2?

See how I got them all down for a nap, including No. 2?

I'm demonstrating proper back-of-the-sofa protocol.

I'm demonstrating proper back-of-the-sofa protocol.

Very good students.

Very good students.

The stripey one, she was the boss.

The stripey one, she was the boss.

They went back, and then this one came home.

Noisy.

Noisy.

She was a loudmouth like you wouldn’t believe, always spouting off about something or another.

The humans decided that she was lonely, so No. 1 went and got another one to keep her company. At first she was a beast to him, bopping him on the head and making that hissy sound, but after a couple days she let it go and they became BFF.

Where one went, the other went too.

Where one went, the other went too.

No. 2 took some moving pictures of them and put them up on the You Tubes.

They were all fine for their species, and they all got forever homes. Wonder what’s next??

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: November 15th, 2011 under What I have to put up with - 9,057 Comments.

Double Chocolatey Chip Frappacino

Recently, I had quite a day. Something very strange happened, which I don’t know quite how to explain.

It all started with a Double Chocolatey Chip Frappacino.

Can I have some of that?

Can I have some of that?

No. 1 was out of town, so it was just me and No. 2, and we went to the grocery store to get some goodies. On the way back we stopped by a place called Starbucks, which is named after one of the guest Klingons we had last summer. No. 2 ordered his favorite drink, a Double Chocolatey Chip Frappacino. I wanted some, but No. 2 reminded me that the chocolatey part is not good for dogs, so I didn’t get any. He didn’t even have the decency to get the whip cream on top, which I am allowed to have a lick of. Hmph.

Then we started driving again. I remember going around a corner, and then all of a sudden the world got wobbly.

Come I hat of son vath?

Come I hat of son vath?

I couldn’t feel my legs any more, and I couldn’t even tell where I was. The next thing I knew I was in That Place.

I was walking around this way and that, but I still couldn’t feel my right back leg. I heard them say later that it was sticking out in the air. That didn’t bother me any, but it felt sort of like walking three-legged through deep snow and having to lift my legs way up high before I could put them down.

Gradually the world straightened out, and my leg came back down, and it was all over. Nobody was quite sure what happened. So we came home and I forgot all about about it.

A couple weeks later, when No. 1 and No. 2 were both at home, something like it happened again, only this time it was apparently a whole lot worse. I don’t know, I can’t remember. When the world straightened out again, I was back in That Place, and the humans left me there overnight. I was glad to come home the next day, but ever since then I have to have this horrible-tasting liquid poured down my gullet once a day. The humans know it tastes bad, so they got the idea of mixing it with chicken broth, so now instead of tasting like turpentine, it just tastes like weird chicken broth.

But now it seems as if I feel groggy half the time, and one of the times when I felt groggy I missed my feeties and fell off the bed. After that I started coughing and had to go back to That Place for two more days. If it isn’t one thing it’s another.

All because of a Double Chocolatey Chip Frappacino.

And I didn't even get any!

And I didn't even get any!

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: November 22nd, 2011 under Strange occurrences, What I have to put up with - 8,856 Comments.