Years ago, after confusing our vet by referring to Trouble the Kitty as “Trudy”, I did a post listing all the various nicknames for all our various animals. Dennis was a relatively new addition at the time, and didn’t have very many nicknames; now he has more, although many are just variations of the same one. (Of course, it’s likely that no one will ever have as many nicknames as Tucker did.) And the Hipster Kitties have already acquired a few themselves. So for everyone’s edification, here’s the current set of nicknames to which the animals may or may not answer.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay i no that yoozhually on wensday i post sumthing wot duznt hav enny wurds in it however this week mama askd me to post this notiss as it affekts all my dog frends heer in kalifornya espeshly my dog frends wot hav medical kondishuns like tucker duz!!! so tayk it away mama!!!
As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit. By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared. Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance. Yesterday it turned up again. To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
So this morning, we woke up to find this guy on the hill behind our house:
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay laytly i hav ben heering roomers floting arownd that vizsla dogs such as myself and my brother tucker the other vizsla dog (hoo is also a vizsla just like me only smaller and older and spoilder ha ha) ither dont bark at all or bark at in … inaprop … at times wen we dont need to wel let me ashoor yoo that nuthing cud be further from the trooth and to demonstrayt this i present to yoo a skolarly treetis on things wot need to get barkd at