Hello. It’s me!
They’re crawling out of the woodwork … tourists, or as I call them … “Threats”. We have for categories for threats.
- Rusted Metal.
Tourists are real, and therefore they are classified as “Real” threats.
I like to set up my post at the confluence of local streets that connect to a major arterial. It’s not like I have a choice, this is where I live after all and this is the only place Dad will allow me to monitor threats without the restrictive limitations of a leash.
Wait … is something there?? Chupacabra? Airborne rusted metals?
It’s important to monitor all possible directions … to the north …
… to the East where the wide open and largely unprotected arterial exists …
… and to the South, where just about anything can suddenly appear from behind the house.
On a glorious Winter morning, I didn’t identify a single threat. That doesn’t mean that the threats weren’t out there … it just means I didn’t identify any. Was I frustrated? Absolutely. Pixelated? Sure!
But the day is coming, oh yes, mark my words, the day is coming when a tourist (threat) presents real issues … and when that happens, I’ll be on the job, first to alert my peeps of the potential for danger.
Hello!! It’s me.
These are odd times … temperatures around 65-72 every day. Mom and Dad like to spend time in their spa. I’m left to spend time watching them.
Sometimes you just want to do something … anything. So when Mom asked me to go to a quilt show with her, I’m like, “I’m in!!”
Mom was busy quilting, so Dad and I decided to survey the grounds … check out the pups, if you catch my drift.
And then, just then, I see one of “those vehicles”.
Those vehicles contain one of two things …
- Packages for Mom.
- Treats for Me!!
If “Treats for Me” is an option, one must pursue the dream, #amirite?
I asked Dad … can I pursue the dream?
Unfortunately, the building entrance closed just after the FedEx delivery employee entered the building. This seems to happen a lot to me.
So I waited … and waited … and then, just when I was about to give up on the dream, he reappeared.
… but alas … no treat.
So I’ll wait until next time … eventually the right employee will exit the truck with the right treat … for me! After all, those vehicles are everywhere.
Hello! It’s me again!
That’s what happened after somebody yelled outside and neighborhood dogs started barking … I decided to MONITOR the situation.
Meanwhile, my full-on sister (Autumn … cream-colored litter mate on the left) and Amelia (half-sister) recently earned honors at the International Show. I’m eating carrots and peas like some kind of fool and they’re garnering real recognition.
Hello! It’s me!
One minute you’re just sitting there on a glorious January afternoon, and the next minute, this happens.
Allow me to remind those of you in the studio audience that there are four kinds of threats.
- Rusted Metals.
Do you see the threat in the image above? I see it. Look at the yellow arrow.
That’s a Chupacabra, #amirite?
Ok, it’s a perceived threat. Still a threat, nonetheless. You never know when that water bottle will be hurtled though space in your general direction. And I’ll make darn sure this specific situation resolves itself of its own volition before moving forward.
Hello. It’s me!!
Daddy was gone on a “business trip” for a few days, and the look on my face tells one and all that I was skeptical the whole thing was “business”, #amirite?
Yeah … some “business” trip.
You’d think Dad would have brought me something interesting from the Philadelphia Airport Gift Shop … instead it’s an increase in the vegetable component of my diet.
Regardless, I overcame the adversity and really “wedged-in” with Dad on the couch this afternoon.
Hello. It’s me!!
You’d think if Dad were going to take a picture of me he would have the common courtesy to not cut off my hind quarters, #amirite?
It’s a new year, 2019 or so I am told. But it’s all about the same old challenges.
First off, I’m not getting enough food, food like this (from Christmas Eve):
And worse, the threats are real, and they are plentiful. This little dude has inflamed taste buds covering his entire body.
And I have no idea whatsoever what’s going on here.
Dad removed our outdoor Christmas decorations. Turns out it take a few extension cords to run the operation.
Temperatures are improving … we finally got into the 60s today, which allowed us to reinstate a time-honored tradition … the golf cart ride.
May your new year be threat-free, filled with duck jerky and crunchables.
Hello … it’s me!!
Anybody have any food for me?