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My dog must think I’m a postal worker...the disappointment look is killing me.

Eppy99

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I am not going out into this rain...eff that.

He’s taking his revenge by scratching on the door endlessly. I’m positive when he sheets on my carpet he’ll walk past me, give me a high five and say game over.
 
Yep. I’ve been carrying my dog out, holding umbrella over her, not me, and praying for the best. Semi successful.
 
I am not going out into this rain...eff that.

He’s taking his revenge by scratching on the door endlessly. I’m positive when he sheets on my carpet he’ll walk past me, give me a high five and say game over.

I love dogs and they love me but managing them is a pain in the ass.

I might consider getting a puppy after I move up to Penang, maybe in March since its a house and not a condo like here in S'pore -- depending on work. It can keep my cats company but I will need to find someone to walk the puppy if I am away for work too.

A lot of considerations.
 
I love dogs and they love me but managing them is a pain in the ass.

I might consider getting a puppy after I move up to Penang, maybe in March since its a house and not a condo like here in S'pore -- depending on work. It can keep my cats company but I will need to find someone to walk the puppy if I am away for work too.

A lot of considerations.
Someone will eat it
 
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Thank god it’s not raining. I wonder if I can cancel the ark I ordered on Amazon?
 
Get a Cat. At least you don't have to get out of bed at 4:00 a.m. let him out the back door in -10 degree weather and bang him against the side of the door as he comes back in to thaw him out.

In addition, if you are already married you should be able to deal with a cat very easily. Neither of them will want to have anything to do with you unless they want something from you. With the cat it is usually to be fed or have the litter changed. With the Wife, it is usually to show you something in a catalog she would like to buy that she doesn't need or to hand you the Bill from some useless thing she bought from the catalog on the last Billing Cycle. When the Wife gets up before you do, as she rolls over to get out she will belch, fart, or cough loudly to make sure you can't sleep longer than she does. If the Cat wakes up before you do, it will jump on the end of the Bed, crawl up your body and nudge or lick your Forehead or other part of your face to assure itself that you are still alive and available to feed him.
 
Get a Cat. At least you don't have to get out of bed at 4:00 a.m. let him out the back door in -10 degree weather and bang him against the side of the door as he comes back in to thaw him out.

In addition, if you are already married you should be able to deal with a cat very easily. Neither of them will want to have anything to do with you unless they want something from you. With the cat it is usually to be fed or have the litter changed. With the Wife, it is usually to show you something in a catalog she would like to buy that she doesn't need or to hand you the Bill from some useless thing she bought from the catalog on the last Billing Cycle. When the Wife gets up before you do, as she rolls over to get out she will belch, fart, or cough loudly to make sure you can't sleep longer than she does. If the Cat wakes up before you do, it will jump on the end of the Bed, crawl up your body and nudge or lick your Forehead or other part of your face to assure itself that you are still alive and available to feed him.
But litter boxes.
 
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Get a Cat. At least you don't have to get out of bed at 4:00 a.m. let him out the back door in -10 degree weather and bang him against the side of the door as he comes back in to thaw him out.

In addition, if you are already married you should be able to deal with a cat very easily. Neither of them will want to have anything to do with you unless they want something from you. With the cat it is usually to be fed or have the litter changed. With the Wife, it is usually to show you something in a catalog she would like to buy that she doesn't need or to hand you the Bill from some useless thing she bought from the catalog on the last Billing Cycle. When the Wife gets up before you do, as she rolls over to get out she will belch, fart, or cough loudly to make sure you can't sleep longer than she does. If the Cat wakes up before you do, it will jump on the end of the Bed, crawl up your body and nudge or lick your Forehead or other part of your face to assure itself that you are still alive and available to feed him.


The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities.

However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He has obviously gone mad.

The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
 
The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities.

However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He has obviously gone mad.

The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.

What: no chick? I feel cheated!

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