My Trainer

My trainer comes over twice a week. Mommy and Daddy take turns exercising while she pets me. It's kind of weird--maybe that's how they pay her or something. Anyway, it's nice to have someone come over just to pick me up and tickle my belly. I am in excellent shape, as this action shot shows.

Parents, Part II

Daddy is my other parent. I assume that's his name because that's what Mommy calls him (and vice versa). Daddy really likes dogs--more than humans, I think. He used to rescue them but now he has me so I guess he's fulfilled or something. Daddy and I both like to nap. That's what we're about to do in this picture. Daddy doesn't like to go outside as much as Mommy, but he's always game for a round of "chase" or "fetch" inside the house.

Parents

This is my mommy. She is very silly. She takes me and Jeremy for walks in the afternoon, because she usually gets home before Daddy. She feeds us and I like to sit on her lap, even if Annika or Jeremy got there first. What can I say? I'm the kind of girl who gets what she wants. Yesterday, Mommy and Daddy were taking a shower and I tried to get in with them. I can't stand to be far away from my parents!

Guest Post

Hello, furred ones. I, Annika, write this epistle from atop my ivory tower (I jest not, my "kitty condo" is off-white and quite high). Pixie requested my help with her web log, or "blog", as she was busy destuffing. At least, I believe that is what she meant when she said, "Cahhnphewwsttypth?" Yes, you brain behemoth, I type approximately 60 wpm. It would be faster, if they would simply make the keys bigger so I didn't push hit than one at a time.

All particulars aside, I'd like to remark on the events of the day. Firstly, it rained. If you do not live in these environs, you may not realize that rain has neglected us of late, so much so that I have remained indoors, not caring to enter the 107 degree heat when the grass is so dessicated it cuts my tender paws like glass spikes sticking up from an overly baked pan of brownies. Bravo, Rain!

Secondly, the white man who used to be black has passed on to Ceiling Cat. While I enjoyed twitching my tail to his catchy tunes, I found the man's physiognomy disturbing. His parents may have mistreated him as a boy, but this is no reason for malevolent behavior and self-destruction (or self-construction, if you're a positivist).

It is now time for my mid-evening nap, so I bid you adieu, until the next canine innard annihilation emergency.

R.I.P., Lobsty

One of my favorite toys, Lobsty the Red Lobster, has a hole. While I thorougly enjoy pulling all of his stuffing out, this means that he will soon be thrown into the trash. What will I do without all of his antennae and legs to chew on and throw around? Oh Lobsty, I'll miss you!

Scary Movies

I don't really like scary movies. I like to sit on my friends' laps and cuddle while they watch movies but scary movies involve screaming.



Screaming hurts my ears! So, the next time you guys decide to watch Jaws, let me know so I can hide in the bedroom.



K thanks.

HOOOTTTTT

As in, my goodness it's getting a little bit overheated round about here. We came back from our walk&bake (have I mentioned it's about 100 degrees out?) and the house was warm. Daddy checked the thermostat and it was already over 80 degrees. He called the home warranty people and they promised to Get Right On It...tomorrow. I hate them. Luckily, Aunties and Uncles live close by, so we will go there to cool off.

p.s. here's a picture of me taken by my cousin. She's 7. That's 1 in dog years.