Monthly Archives: September 2010

We’ve been fighting over our tiger today.  Momma Dog has been gone a lot, lunch with the high-school girls, book club tonight.  The book is “The Ghost” by Robert Harris.  Huck wanted Momma Dog to read him the part about … Continue reading →

Last night Nemo and I had a terrific time.  We went out around ten p.m.and the odor of raccoon was strong in the cat bowl.  Yahoo!  We were off, back and forth across the back deck, out to the barn, … Continue reading →

“HUCK!  What is that in your mouth?” “A Nuthatch.” “A Nuthatch, you killed a bird?” “For your information freckled, spots of rust on nose, canine,  I did not kill this white breasted Nuthatch.  I merely found it dead already, and … Continue reading →

“Nemo, the cats,  and I are not the only things living out here in the country.  This place is a hive of activity for insects and buterflies.  I chased down a spider on steroids last night,  and this morning we … Continue reading →

“Well, we didn’t get the gorilla past Momma Dog, nose like a bloodhound that one.  Then Monday Nemo went to the groomers and came back smelling like a french cat house and strutting around showing off his new neckerchief.  He … Continue reading →

“Great Dog Huck!  That’s the biggest mouse  I’ve ever seen!” “It’s not a mouse, it’s a shrew.” “It’s not enough that you constantly patrol the house and yesterday pulled an entire set of books off the bottom shelf of the … Continue reading →

Since it is 1/2 way to St. Patrick’s Day Momma Dog and VOG took us out to the park to celebrate.  We raced around investigating first one thing and then another culminating in a nice roll or two.  We wore our … Continue reading →

“Huck, where are you going with Nemo’s gorilla?” “I borrowed him.” “Does Nemo know you borrowed him?” “No, he’s watching a cat out the window.  Why does Nemo have his own gorilla anyway?  I don’t have a gorilla.” “Gorilla was … Continue reading →

“Nemo, we’re begging!” “No we are not.  We are merely sitting here quietly watching every bite our people eat.  Watching them chew, watching them swallow.” “Then why are you salvating?” “They are eating meat.  I’m a dog.  Dogs always salivate when … Continue reading →

“You know what I hate about these September walks, Nemo?” “Tripping over sunflower stalks?” “No, spider webs across the trail.  Look at my head, it’s so covered with webs my whiskers are pinned back.  Not to mention whatever pieces of insects … Continue reading →