April 11, 2003file under: dogues - notice the european spelling
ark ark ark. their are living breathing mammals out their who sum times axe me "woody, why don't dogs climb trees?" they point out that us dogs often chase things two a tree, but never follow them things up a tree.
now isle grant ewe that year typical cat wood chase a rodent write up a tree, ore even a telephone poll. yes, they wood follow pray write up the tree, wear as a dog wood stop at the bottom of the tree and resort two looking up with the evil stare and barking out curses like "ewe come down write now ore isle pee on year sister's favorite mating spot."
my good friend barry suggests that this is because dogs kant actually climb trees, two witch eye say, phooey. dogs could climb trees if they wanted two. fact of the matter is that this is just another example of wear dogs are smarter than cats. dogs could climb if it maid cents, but hay. hear's what happens to animals who aren't as smart as dogs.
and their are those out their who think eye make this stuff up.
Oh hey, this is great stuff. Surfing for info on possums after watching one spin around for about half an hour in the street with the crows yelling their heads off overhead. Eventually it lumbered off unsteadily - its feet were clearly tired on one side - and the crows went off to other excitement. You guys have any experience with spinning possums?
Posted by Annie at May 13, 2003 12:40 PMdearest annie - eye have addressed year question in a new post: http://www.blogdogs.com/000057.html#000057
Posted by woody at May 18, 2003 10:48 PMthe best bit is... the things gotta come down eventually! We can just sit there, and wait for it to fall into our open mouth.
Posted by bindie cook at May 26, 2003 09:42 PM April 06, 2003file under: poplar culture - things that need water to survive
it is my unfortunate chore to have to announce that we have confirmed that remains discovered down by the creek are those of the duck, Betty White, who has been listed as missing from the pond since early last week. (Pictured below, Betty at two weeks and Betty at three years.)
According to investigators, it appears that Betty may have been ambushed by the raccoon while nesting. The event has given tragic resonance to the phrase "sitting duck."
In a prepared statement, the raccoon (or one of his doubles, or another raccoon that looks like one of his doubles) accused Woody of killing the duck in a friendly fire incident, since Woody is frequently seen rough-housing with the ducks. But Woody categorically denies the charge and the condition of the remains strongly resembles the work of the paramilitary raccoon regime. We will miss Betty and in particular Betty's eggs which she used to leave around the edge of the pond for us to find and fight over. Betty will also be missed by her partner, the drake Barry White. Barry tried hard to convince Betty that it wasn't safe to wander too far from the security of the pond, "but you know hens," he said, "you just can't tell them anything."
sorry for your loss, from our family to yours.
- travis, angie, and clark
Posted by the smiths at April 8, 2003 07:56 PMI am not sure what is worse, being killed by the raccoon or by Li Wang at the local Chinese restaurant. Sad either way really.
Posted by Jay at April 9, 2003 11:13 AM April 01, 2003file under: rodents - including mice, rats, possums, squirrels, cats, deers, and chiwawas
We're very uncomfortable talking about the war in Iraq when Gilda's around. (click pic for larger version)
I know how these poor Iraqis feel. I live in a colonial ghetto too. Things weren't perfect around here before you two showed up to "liberate" me, but at least they didn't suck 24/7. I was hoping things would improve once the animals outnumbered the humans. But it's been about 5 years now and the whole place is about dogs dogs dogs. Dog treats, dog food, dog bones, dog training, dog shit, dog breath, dog hair all over everything. My culture has been destroyed. It's a cultural desert around here. Just like Iraq. Sure, you're going to see those Shi'ites dancing in the streets with flowers, but once they realize they will have W's nose up their butts for the rest of their natural lives, let's see how long it takes for the Intifada to start. I know the meaning of liberty. It's "Every dogs must have his day -- every goddam day!"
Posted by gilda at April 6, 2003 06:39 PMboo who who. ewe cats never due a single chore around hear. ewe lay around on the stuffed furniture awl day while us dogs are out working, ewe sleep on the soft beds while we sleep on the floor, you get milk in the morning and eat juicy canned cat food four dinner while we get dry, cardboard-tasting kre (kibble ready to eat). ewe sleep awl day and awl knight and wake up just long enough to bitch about how tough your life is, fart, throw up a hairball and role over on year other side.
Posted by woody at April 7, 2003 05:51 PMNaturally you dogfaces can't understand the incredible responsibility of an imbedded critic like Guillermo or myself. We appear to be living the life of Riley, observing and commenting on the action through heavy lenses, and then suddenly our hotel gets shelled by the likes of you. Being a cat is no cakewalk. The pressure is nearly unbearable.
Posted by gilda at April 8, 2003 01:06 PMAh agree with Woody.Ah do sleep ahnd eat almost ahl day, but ah wake up the Missus and play whith the yung-un.
Posted by Oscar at May 8, 2003 04:00 PM
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Posted by Critter Lover at April 25, 2003 11:58 PM