MONSTERS!

Me and my bestest friend, Rose, were out on our walk with our two legged companions and we saw a MONSTER! Yup a Gila monster. They're big lizards, like really big, and they have a funny skin that kinds looks like pebbles. They don't run very fast at all, not like the little lizards in the back yard we chase those lizards, me and Rose, not Brian and Dee. Anyways.

This MONSTER walked up the rock and got to the top and looked at us. He, well I don't know if it was a he, it coulda been a she, I don't know how you tell the difference in lizards. He looked at us and Rose decided that she would eat him.

It's a good thing Brian is strong and didn't let go of Rose's leash because Gila Monsters bite back and they have stuff in their bite that makes you sick like poison. Brian held on to Rose and then the lizard left.

WOW that was exciting.

Kate, the cute one

Cruising the Internet

I was cruising the Internet this morning looking for healthy dog treats. See Dee, she's one of my two legged companions, threw out all the doggy treats because she said they had bad stuff in them. She's been reading all these labels lately. No salt, no sugars, no meat or bone meal, no by products, no corn. You see what I mean? She wouldn't even tell me what by products were. She just said we're not getting that stuff anymore.

Okay. While I was looking around for treats, I found a really neat site that does puppy websites.

I like our website a lot. It looks like me and Kate did it. And we did. Most of it anyway.

We're thinking of branching out and offering "Rose and Kate" Tee shirts. And "Rose and Kate" coffee cups. If we do that we're going to need a professionally designed website and I know just where to go to get neat pet websites.

Why couldn't we sell stuff? That golden retriever on the Bush Beans TV commercial has a good thing going because he knows the recipe for the baked beans. I don't like baked beans. They give me a tummy ache and well . . . other problems.

Rose, the Irish Setter

Nobody knows you're a dog

There was this cartoon in the New Yorker before I was born that had a dog sitting in front of the tappy thing and the screen that has pictures on it, yanno the thing I'm using right now to write my blog? Anyways. The dog was telling one of his buddies, "On the Internet nobody knows you're a dog."

Well why not?

I like being a dog. Being a dog is better than being a two legged companion. I don't have to worry about hardly nothing. I get to eat really good food. Take naps whenever I want and play. Play, and run and jump and play. Oh, and give Brian and Dee lots of kisses to get them up when the sun rises in the morning. If that doesn't work I jump on and off the bed. Then they get up.

Me and Rose, my bestest friend, are dogs and proud of it.

Kate, the cute one.

Toast Snatcher Par Excellance

That's me. I figured out a new way to snatch the toast. I used to wait until the toast was put on the plate and then sneak around an grab it. Or wait until Brian, that's my two legged companion, wasn't looking and then take it. But I figured out a new way!!!!!

Just snatch it right from the toaster after it pops up. Course I have to be careful and not burn my mouth but if you snag it with just your front teeth you don't have to worry.

Rose, the Irish Setter

I help keep the kitchen clean

It's my job to clean off the counters, so it's not really stealing food. Dee said she wanted to keep the kitchen tidy and not leave dishes in the sink. So if I see a dish there I'll reach up and clean up the plate for her. I make sure the counters are free from food, that way she doesn't have to work as hard to put the food away.

If there's a pot on the stove with some extra soup or stew or something in it I empty it out for her.

I'm a very helpful girl around the kitchen.

Rose, the Irish Setter

Every day is my day. Rose only gets one.

Hey Rose, I don't need no special day cause every day is my day. I get the warm spot on the bed you sleep on the chair. I'm first out the door every time. I get just as much food as you do. Yup it's true. I run around and jump and stuff more than you do so I eat just as much. Except you're tall so you can reach the counter and steal food. I can't reach. But when Dee cooks I stay right by her and anytime anything drops (she's a pretty sloppy cook) I eat it up.

Kate, the cute one.

Kiss me, I'm Irish and then I'll bop you one.

If you can't tell by looking I'm an Irish Setter. St. Patrick's day is my day. As the saying goes Kiss me I'm Irish. And of course I'll return the favor by bopping you on the head. I learned that from my two legged companions. They put their hand on my head when they tell me I'm a good girl, course I'm always good. So I do the same thing. I put my paw on their head when I want to tell them they're being good. Brian calls it bopping. I call it petting.

Kate, my sister the English Spring Spaniel, doesn't get her own day. They don't have a day for English people and pets. I'm lucky I'm Irish. Dee made Irish stew for us for dinner. That's beef and potatoes and green stuff and carrots. I didn't eat the green stuff. I prefer to eat the lantana outside to get my daily dose of chlorophyll or the grass. I love carrots. And tomatoes. There are tomato plants growing in pots on the deck as soon as they smell sweet I eat them up. Then Dee fusses at me.

It's good to be Irish.