Lulu: “Why are you wearing a Cone of Shame? Were you biting yourself or something?” Chaplin: “It’s not a Cone of Shame. Cones of Shame are for dogs. It’s an ice cream cup with cat food smeared on the inside.”
Lulu: “All right, but why are you wearing it on your head?” Chaplin: “Because I didn’t get all the cat food out of it yet.”
Lulu: “Doesn’t that make it hard to see? Aren’t you afraid you’ll bump into something?” Chaplin: “No. I don’t need eyes and ears to find my way around. I have other preternatural cat senses.” Lulu: “Such as?” Chaplin: “Finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers, for one.”
Lulu: “You do realize your finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers are also inside the cup, right?” Chaplin: “I said FOR ONE.”
One year ago today was the end of a pretty bad week, when we had to say goodbye to our Beautiful Trixie. Trixie joined her brother Tucker and her kitty sisters Trouble and Pooh Bear over the Rainbow Bridge.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel we hav departed frum the oshunside harbor with owr kargo of abandond seefood traps and hav deliverd it to the faymus meksikan restawrant casa de bandini so now “flat stanley” and i ar at owr taybel eeting komplimentary homemayd torteeyah chips and salsa and preetending to be hyoomans chek it owt!!!
hello gentle readers. this is the beautiful trixie. this weekend i got to go to the harbor with dada and pippier all on my own, with no crazy red dogs. this is so unusual that i just had to tell you about it.
After the repairs that Mr. Scott effected to the navigation system of the Doghouse of Justice, I had hoped to be able to navigate it as expertly as I did the original version which was, sadly, destroyed by dinosaurs last year. However, it appears that something in the circuitry still is not working properly. It has returned me to the correct place, but nowhere near the correct time …