Introducing A Guest Blogger: Gronk the Cat!

I have been quite busy - or rather, my Mom has been quite busy.  The good news is that she's managed to recruit a guest blogger, and he's a cat.  Here he is - Gronk the Cat:

Hi!  I"m Gronk the Cat.  I'm a teacup cat.  The first dog I met was my cousin, Cinnamon the Dog.  I scratched her in the nose by accident.

Once I got out and took a little nap under my Mom's car.

At my first haircut, I was pretty nervous.  When I got there, this guy cut my furballs out so I hissed at him.  Then my Mom and my brother, Devin, took me home.

I sleep under my brother's blanket.  It is comfortable.

I even caught a mouse.  My Mom screamed, and everyone ran down the stairs.  My family asked my Mom what was wrong,  She said, "There's a mouse."  I started  to sniff the mouse and started to play with it.  Then my Dad got some cups and scraped it up.  He put the mouse outside.  I sure was a hero that day!

Wow!  Gronk the Cat sure is exciting.  I've never caught a mouse, but I would like to!  

Special thanks to my Mom's student, Devin, for helping Gronk the Cat to guest blog.  I'm impressed!

Like I always say, cats are alright in my book - as long as they don't hurt me!  Thanks Gronk the Cat!  You can guest blog any time!

My First Trip to the Emergency Room!

Last night I was having the BEST time in my backyard.  I got to be off my leash - thanks to my Dad who trusts me and basically let me do whatever I want.  I got to sniff around; eat some rabbit poop; walk wherever I wanted...It was AWESOME!  I even found this bone!  My Dad thought he was going to take it away - NO WAY!  I wouldn't let that happen.  I even managed to get the bone into the house.

Then this awful thing happened:

OUCH, OUCH!  The bone got stuck on my jaw.  My Mom and Dad tried to take it off, but it wouldn't move.

My Mom, Dad, and sister, Bethany, all piled in the car with me and off we went.  I must admit I was getting scared with this bone stuck on my jaw.  Then we arrived at the Emergency Room which is serious business.  The doctor came out; looked at me; and took me right to the back.  The doctor made me go to sleep so he could cut the bone off my jaw.  WHAT A RELIEF!  IT WORKED!

Here's a picture of me with the nice doctor who saved my life:

Like I always say, listen to your Mom and Dad.  If I had listened to my Dad, this bone never would have gotten stuck on my jaw.  I was too stubborn.  I never knew that treats could be dangerous.  I just learned an important lesson from this experience.  Be very careful about what you put in your mouth every day.  It's definitely not fun to go to the emergency room!

Here we go again!

It's been pretty exciting around here!  The snow is back, and I just LOVE rolling around in the snow.  The other day, my Mom was complaining about how I smelled like poop.  HA!  She should know that I LOVE to roll around in poop.  I just LOVE the way I smell afterwards.  Well, my Mom got super lucky because my friend, Trooper the Doberman, stopped by.  He had to wear this fancy coat with a belt - poor guy!  Any way, I was just showing off like crazy.  I dove into the snow and rolled around.  Then I'd pop up and dive into a new spot.  It was kind of like having a bath in the snow.  While I was showing Trooper how much fun it is to dive in the snow, he watched me.  I bet he was wishing he could get rid of that coat.

You know how I feel about dogs wearing clothes.  REAL DOGS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES!

Of course, that doesn't stop my Mom from stuffing me into that Patriots shirt OR Janet the Groomer from putting bows on my ears.

Here I am having a GREAT time in the snow:

Like I always say, spend time outside and check out what's happening.  You don't want to miss out on any excitement.  I'm always happy to hear, "Want to go OUT?"  I sure LOVE the snow!

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Turkey is delicious!

I bet you can figure out what my favorite holiday is!  It's Thanksgiving!  This is by far the BEST eating day of the year.  I have endless opportunities:  dropped food; licking plates; helping at the dishwasher...My grandfather gives me the MOST treats.  He might throw the munchkins, but I can find and eat them really fast.

Anyway, let's get back to Thanksgiving.  My Mom was taking this GIANT turkey out of the oven, and she DROPPED it right on the floor.  Well, I could hear and smell my chance.  I was there in a flash.  I got to eat some turkey, and since I'm such a helpful dog, I even helped clean up what was left behind:

I wonder if that turkey might fall again.  I made sure to keep an eye on it - just in case.


By the way, that's my cousin, Lulu the Dog.  She only gets my leftovers because my Aunt won't let Lulu even have any treats.  I feel really bad for her.  What would life be life without treats?

Like I always say, be on the lookout for any and all food-eating opportunities.  You never know when you luck is going to change.  My Mom might have been upset, but I wasn't.  I actually hope she drops more delicious meat when she takes it out of the oven.  I'm always available to help out!  Make sure to help out whenever possible - you never know what you might get in return!

Beach Time!

My Mom took me for a walk, and it was a HOT day!  I was SO thirsty.  Then my Mom took me to the beach where these little kids were in the water.  My Mom even let me off my leash so I could wander into the water with the kids:

Look at that GIANT bowl of water.  When you're thirsty, you want a BIG drink.  Well, let me tell you, this water tasted AWFUL!  YUCK!  AWFUL!  I will never drink out of this bowl again.

Like I always say, when you're thirsty, make sure you know that the water is REAL water - not AWFUL water. 

Skunk Time!

The other night, my brother, Andrew, invited me to hang out with his friends on the trampoline.  How amazing is that!  I was having a fine time when I spotted a furry friend across the yard.  Now I have amazing eyesight, even at night, so I see EVERYTHING!  I decided that I would charge over to say hello.

OOPS!...my new friend definitely did NOT appreciate me charging over and sprayed me with perfume.  Now I LOVE to smell "bad" - at least my family thinks that it's "bad" - to me, I prefer to smell "bad."  It beats smelling all clean like I do when I go to Janet, the Groomer.

When I got back to the trampoline, everyone said that I was SMELLY, REALLY SMELLY.   I smelled so bad that Andrew woke up my Mom to tell her.  Well, my Mom was no help - she told Andrew to give me a bath with the freezing cold hose outside.  It was AWFUL.  Then my Mom said I could only stay in the TV room.  Then to make matters even worse, my Mom took me to get a second bath from Janet the Groomer:

As soon as I got home from Janet the Groomer, I went to lay down in the dirt.  TWO BATHS IN LESS THAN ONE DAY = AWFUL!   Talk about a day going from bad to worse!

Like I always say, take it easy when you're meeting a new friend.  Give the friend some personal space - otherwise you might smell "bad" like me and need 2 baths.  I hope this never happens again!  It was AWFUL!

p.s. I have made sure to spend A LOT of time in the dirt.  Who wants to be clean and smell good at the same time?