Just a short update

Hi everyone!!! We had a Very Exciting Afternoon yesterday, but it was Super Top Secret, and Mom has Sworn Me to Secrecy, so I can't say anything yet. But I'll just say that it was Really Exciting!!!

But since I can't say anything about the Super Top Secret thing that happened yesterday, and it is raining like no one's business (we know who to blame, BTW, but I think that is also Super Top Secret!), we don't have anything interesting to say. Except that I should go back to building my ark...

I've already got my life jacket handy.


Abby apparently did NOT read the instructions that the vet gave her, and as such has completely ignored the part where she is supposed to engage in 'minimal activity' for two weeks. As if!!! She has been such a Monster that the vet actually gave Mom some pills to give Abby that are supposed to sedate her. So far, I'd say the pills only kind of work. In fact, I've told Mom that she might want to see if she can improve our driveway with something like this:

If you can't read it well, it says 'Cave Canem' - which is Latin for Beware of Dog. Even the people in ancient Pompeii must have known about Abby the Mutant Puppy Monster... We TOTALLY need one of these mosaics at the bottom of our driveway!

And speaking of the Evil Puppy Monster? She is approximately 50lbs now (so when the two of us are wrestling, you've got over 100lb of dog flying around the room - quite impressive, I think...). But somehow, the Evil Puppy Monster is able to flatten herself out in such a manner that she is able to get under the bed.

Getting out, however, is sometimes a bit more of an issue. When she's lazy, she'll just stay under the bed and bark until Mom pulls her out by her leggies. Personally, I think Abby should just stay under the bed permanently. I'm just saying....

So until something interesting happens around here, I'm just going to dream about running around and playing with my toy.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy Monster

Of cubits, and rodents and things

Not to worry – I haven’t given up on the Ark. I just may have to revise my plans a bit. First, I want to make sure that I’ve got room for everyone, but second, the original directions have left me a bit confounded:

The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits. A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above; and the door of the ark shalt thou set in the side thereof; with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it.

What the devil is a cubit? When I went to Home Depot, I couldn’t find any measuring tapes that used cubits, and when I went to an employee to see if he could help me cut the wood into the appropriate lengths in cubits, he just looked at me blankly and told me that he’d have to find a supervisor. Of course, with the look he was giving me, he might have been going to call the police. Which might have been due to the fact that he was talking to a dog who was asking about cubit lengths of wood. But I could be wrong.

Anyway, I’m working on new design plans for the Ark. At least I’ve got some dry weather now, so I shalt not be hammereth-ing in the rain. And the new plans are going to be in feet and inches. Because cubits must be part of the metric system, and they didn’t teach us the metric system where I went to Puppy School.

In Operation Whack-A-Squirrel news, I have been practicing diligently with my training tools, but I got a little diverted yesterday. And in pre-diversion diversion, can I "forget" to bring the squirrels aboard when we launch the Ark? Just asking....

Um. Apparently, I’m a mouser. Really. Of course, I didn’t realize that it was a mouse – I just thought it was a squeaky toy. That moved. Uh-oh. Anyway, I have protected the house from a potential mouse invasion. I had to do it. TaiChi doesn’t care about the mice – as long as they don’t walk off with too much of her dinner, and Bufus, well, he’s not exactly a mouser. As a rescue kitty, he came to Dad de-clawed, and over the millennia years, he has lost all of his teeth due to his bad brushing habits inability to hold on to a toothbrush. So basically, if Bufus were to kill mice, he’d have to sit on them. Heehee. Or gum them to death.

Anyway, Mom did NOT get any pictures of my handiwork.

However, as I was focused on Defending the Homefront From Mousies, the Other Enemy was on the move. Or taking a lunch break, depending on how you look at it.

So I will get back to my patrolling duties tomorrow. Because the Rocky Creek Scotties have PROOF of what happens when dogs are not allowed to patrol a property. I think this is a shocking documentary that should be seen by all OWAS members.

So, time to go back to the training tools. I’m gonna be ready for them tomorrow!

Note from Fi’s Mom: Apparently she is a mouser. Eeech. Hopefully most of our mice have already been eradicated by other means, and this was just a rogue mouse. I am thankful, however, that she just killed it, and didn’t a) offer it to me as a gift, or b) eviscerate it. Yuck. And since I can’t close a post with that image, here’s a picture of Fiona during her panther imitation!

*Kissey face*

-Fiona

Raining Cats and Dogs

It has been raining So Much that I am beginning to explore alternate forms of transportation.

I’ve got it narrowed down to a couple of choices:


This one is good, but I’m not sure where I would park it when the floods finally subside.



I’m not so sure about this one, either, as it makes me look a little goofy. OhshutUP!

But I’m going to have to make a choice here soon, as it is supposed to rain for at least another 40 days and nights. *sigh*

At least it keeps the squirrels hidden away!

*kissey face*
-Fiona