Granddog Update
Well, how long do I have to wait for a picture of my new granddog??? How is he doing? Who is taking him out the most? Are his poops manageable?
Well, how long do I have to wait for a picture of my new granddog??? How is he doing? Who is taking him out the most? Are his poops manageable?
it is bitching cold here. Well below zero F. And that is, shall we say, shit-ee.
Anyway, Schatz, just wanted to say Hi. Fell in the creek yesterday, on the coldest day, Just up to my knees, and, I figured, anyone that stupid has to keep on walking. Which I did. My pants froze immediately and they were clanking while I walked. the dogs were very interested in the sound. really weird.
Love ya lots
Mom
Dear Daughter,
Yesterday for the first time I observed Agatha pooping outside and covering it up. I mention this because it has not been so clear to me that she knew to do this. I have known her to beg to get inside to use the litter box. Guess she is maturing.
We also have a pair of very stupid nesting robins hanging around the house. They think their reflection in the windows and doors is another robin invading their territory, so they are constantly pecking at the glass — also pooping under the glass and dropping twigs and other nesting material. I hope they tire of this soon. I had heard of this happening, and now I know it’s true.
Maybe a stupid cat will catch a stupid robin?
OOXX Mom
There are twelve days of Christmas for a good reason! So, don’t stress about presents. We have a major problem here with a squirrel who fell down the living room chimney and is wedged behind a metal damper. The fire chief has been here and an animal control officer who lowered a trap down from the top, not him personally because he weighs 300 pounds, but that was two days ago and the animal is still there, moaning. It’s awful and I can’t go in the living room so no T.V., no plant time and no piano. Your father is planning to borrow a gun to shoot down from the top of the chimney tomorrow or I think we may have to move out. Love, Mum
Backstory: Oreo is the 17-year-old cat that owns my parents. And she did indeed send a picture, and it’s Oreo sitting on their bed, wearing her latest big blue post-surgery collar.
Mom: you should hear the discussion dad and oreo are having right now.
we’re in bed and she just came in, went straight to dad’s side of the bed and started talking to him
Me: awwwww
Mom: he replied,’i;m not feeding you anymore tonight.’ and she answered and now they’re going back and forth
Me: how long can they keep this up?
Mom: longer than you’d think! just sent you a pix
Backstory: My mom’s kind of obsessed with the wild turkeys in our neighborhood, but they hadn’t been coming around much anymore until…
I FOUND THE TURKEYS!!!!
10 OF THEM – DOWN PUNCHBOWL LANE
I was very happy to see them safe and sound
now didn’t that make your day?
Everything is fine – I’m bringing Charlie to the vet today, he was throwing up alot yesterday, but acts purrfectly fine. Just a precaution. When I called to make the appointment yesterday I felt like a bad mother when I said he had never been to a vet before.
I’ll let you know what they say. We bought a cat carrier for him and Dad offered to take him to my office for me so I wouldn’t have to go pick him up first. I would love to be a fly on the wall watching him put fat boy in the carrier (which is kind of small for him) :) :)
Talk to you later.
Backstory: I am an Eagles fan. Also being a dog and animal lover, I was upset about them signing Michael Vick and had e-mailed my mom about it. Mom is a die-hard Yanks fan and was trying to relate!
You sound really upset, and I am trying to get a sense of your feelings. I guess if Derek Jeter or one of the Yankess was in this situation, it would be difficult for me. Geez…..I am having a hard time with the fact that Arod touched that slut Madonna.
Backstory: My mom has a few outdoor cats, and one of them, Lucky, had been missing for a few days, so she was really worried.
Mom: Call me on my cell
Me: I would, but Chris just called me
Mom: Really??? I need to tell you about Lucky
Me: is she ok?
Mom: Yep…but I need to tell you about how I rescued her. I think it is a miracle story
Me: I can call you if Chris gets off the phone before you go to bed.
Mom: I will probably be up for another 30 minutes at least. Tell Chris to shut his pie hole…haha
Backstory: My mom and I text back and forth when we watch “The Bachelorette.” She sent me these text messages during Monday’s episode, in which Jillian (the Bachelorette) invites each of her three remaining suitors to spend the night with her in the “Fantasy Suite.”
Mom: Does she do each dude?
Mom: What else r these nites 4?
Mom: I’m hysterical! The dogs look worried
Just want to keep you updated: I have researched both our dogs for months and have confirmed… Jilly’s and Boo’s paws smell like Fritos!
If you have the time, please let us know when we can come down. We will resort to going to the zoo and “dropping in” if we don’t hear from you soon. Maybe a month at Thanksgiving, two months for Xmas, six months for Easter.
Love,
Mom
ps, I think you need a litter of puppies-3 or 4, a cat and some goldfish.Maybe a mouse or two, because you have the time.
Love some more
Mom
pps
I’m sure I can think of more unwanted advice, but I’m only into my first cup of coffee.
YOUNG LADY YOU ARE IN TROUBLE! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT A WIMP BUT THE STRONGEST FEMALE IN OUR FAMILY. Now I do agree with Dominic that you shouldn’t mess with a gas line. I would not do anything that could blow me up. Did you have to take apart the porch swing? Ted told me that you could get a replacement awning at Walmart. This is proof that I read your facebook. Kiss my “Grandpuppy” Oliver for me. Did you forget to take the toolbox that Bernie made for you? Did you remember to take the crystal bowl back with you
Next time we are all watching TV together, make room for the dog! Poor Duke was searching for a place to sit and you couldn’t spare a few inches. I hope you’ll reconsider your selfish personality. He’s a dog!
Love ya, Mom
Backstory: My neighborhood is home to wild peacocks. They recently terrorized my mom’s garden, eating the first bell pepper she ever grew. She was distraught but seems to have fallen in love with a peahen and her four babies. I receive picture updates every couple of days.
The babies seem to double in size every week. they don’t appear to be fond of corn (though they sure were last year) but definitely puddle up over a baguette. i’ll test cheese & wine over the next few days to be sure they are not my love children.
also – one baby is particularly brave and piggy. i’ve named him super pig. he just seems to run around the yard w/ his face full of bread.
Backstory: Louis is my big fat cat. And earlier in the day we were discussing how children today are becoming less social because there are too many self stimulating technological toys on the market that encourage limited human interaction.
me: if you call my phone right now i think louis is sitting on it and it’d be funny
mom: put it on vibrate and he’ll stimulate himself
mom: or pee on it
me: when you call from the main line it meows. it’d be funny. lol
mom: naw — i don’t want to scare him
me: i do!! ;)
After I spoke to you I checked on Barry. No bat in the mixing bowl. So we took the bedroom apart. Sheets, bedspread, magazines, drawers, pulled apart the mattress. No bat. Bob thought he crawled into one of the many holes in the floor to die. I was okay with that, I was sad but it was cool he was dead. About nine p.m., we were watching a movie on TV, everything is dark, and the bat starts flying around the room past our heads. AAAAAGGG! So I ran in the bedroom, slammed the door and Bob caught Barry with a fishing net and tossed him outside. What an experience! No more bat rehabilitation. Ever.
I just got back from Wal-Mart and was nice and bought a new scratcher that you hang on the door knob. Shorty went after it while it was still in the bag so I took it out, filled it properly with the catnip and then gave it to him on the floor where he was having a rolling, scratching fun time. I walked away and came back to find the scratcher covered with pee and pee all around it on the floor and no Shorty. Question – did he pee on it so the other cats wouldn’t use it, did he pee accidentally (so excited it just came out), or is he sick again? Looks like I have to take the cat that you and Dad love so much to the vet. It doesn’t seem right, now does it?
looks like one of us lost reception.. so anyway..yeah its ok to cash the check and damn you should see the size of the poop your lizard jsut pooped!!! OMG!!! I’ll call you tomarrow some thime and let you know how I am feeling…remember i live on;y 3 bocks from the er if i have to go in love poop cleaning mommy
Hi- just got back from the vet. He feels after asking a few more questions that the valium is better for Buster because you can give it to him as needed. He is calling it in to CVS Yeah! I will call him next week to update and as-long as we are good that will be it- Remember the valium is Buster’s – love Mom