Monday, January 28, 2008

Pistol's Purr-son likes string toys

Hi Scraps, Anni and Quigley,

Just look at the funnies my two-leggeds keep on my food box! Actually I don’t think the second one will be there much longer. Csaba (the darn cat) has been getting into my not quite as tall boy’s (my girl purr-sun calls him Morgan) room and tearing up his favorite things.

He’s been getting lots of shots from the squirt bottle! I wouldn’t think it was so funny if that darn cat wouldn’t pick on me too.

My girl purr-son was looking at the blinky box and telling me about your girl purr-son’s contest about how great your people toys are. She said she didn’t think that she was allowed to enter. Well, the only webby site I know is the back porch and I don’t want to get you in trouble by sending you links. I ALWAYS get in trouble when I take things off the counter so I guess I can’t enter either but I do love your people toys too!

I love how happy she gets making string on her drop spindle when she comes home. She has several of them but I can tell her favorite is the one with the cross that my very tall boy says is really his. I think your man made it for him. I love it when she tells that darn cat that it is her toy and he can’t play with it. Sometimes she is so happy she takes me for a walk!

I love it when she takes all her frustrations out on sheep fur with those magic needles. Somehow those needles poke whatever is wrong into the fur and turns it into something that makes her feel so much better! How great is that? I don’t really know how it works because it seems like a good thing to keep my nose away from. It happens even faster now that she has the wood toy that holds lots of needles.

I love how happy she is when she has a project going on her tiny short knitting sticks that your man made for her. She takes it on the bus (that’s a very-long-in-the-middle Dachshund sort of truck that a lot of two-leggeds can all ride at once) and is much more relaxed when she gets home. I bet everyone she is around while she is gone is happier too.

I love how happy she is when comes out of the drinking bowl room all wet and clean from using your soap (aren’t they just so strange to like that?). She says it keeps her from being all itchy and scratchy. I thought that’s what flea collars are for but, whatever.

I love how happy she is when she plays with her triangle string toys, also things your man made. She’s so happy that even when she makes a mistake she doesn’t mind very much. She won’t let the cat play with them either.

And most of all, I love it when she reads me what you are all up to in the blinky box. Doesn’t it get cramped in there?

Your Friend,


Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Workshop

Almost every day, when the sun is headed across the pasture, we go to the place the two-leggeds call the "Workshop". The hairy-faced warm one is there already. Maybe he lives most of his day there. We take the soft-voiced one with us. Sometimes, she is forgetting to go, but we remind her.

The deer critters tease us on the way to the "Workshop". Ani wants to let them know that he will not always be dragging a two-legged. Then the deers will be sorry for teasing him. He will chase them.

There are other hu-mans there. The other hu-mans are owned by more dogs. We don't like those other dogs. Our hu-mans make us stay on ropes at the "Workshop" so we can't go teach those other dogs who is boss. They think they are boss. They might want to take our hu-mans.

We like some other dogs. Bear-dog is a friend. Our friend Pistol sent us news from the land where we live sometimes. We will remember to have our light-haired one let you see the note - and the funny pictures!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Training the two-legged beasties

I have heard some of my friends complain that their two-leggeds are just not listening to them... that they just don't understand them.

I don't have that problem. I have a look I give my girl two-legged and she knows I want on the bed (the stupid two leggeds made it too high for me to jump on). If she can't see me, I have a special bark.

Sometimes, when I give my special bark, the girl two-legged makes noises to the boy two-legged and he will pick me up and put me on the bed.

But there's hope for my friends now because a two-legged si-n-test (that's what my two-legged said) made a pro-gram that can translate barks to two-legged noises.

When the two-legged read the story, he was amused and said there were only six barks recognized so far. I think there needs to be more, like '"can I have filet mignon instead of this crunchy food?"

Maybe someday...