Our Famous Dog Cousin

Our dog cousin is becoming famous.

In case you forgot about Stella, here’s her picture from a couple of weeks ago.  She belongs to Mom’s niece so Mom explained that Stella is sort of her “Great Niece”.

Mom entered her in a contest sponsored by radio station LOVE 105.  It’s called Mutt Madness.

Are we entered in the contest too?

No.  Mom said we can’t be in the contest because we’re not dogs.

Well thank goodness for that!  I like being a kitty.

Anyway, Mom has all her friends and relatives voting for Stella and she found out this afternoon that Stella made it to round two.  She’s now one of 64 dogs hoping to make it to the next round.

Can I vote for her?

Sure, you just have to go to their web page on love105.fm and find Stella’s picture.  You can start voting again on Monday, March 12th and you can vote once a day on the same computer.

We’re going to have to take tuns voting then.  You vote Monday and I’ll vote Tuesday.

Mom said if there’s a contest for kitties then she will enter us.

Good….then all of Stella’s human and fur people friends can vote for us.

Isn’t voting a wonderful thing????

Go Stella!

Sadness

Ebony Goes Over the Rainbow Bridge 3/2/2012

Do humans feel sadness like kitties?

I think so.  We better tell the readers what happened so they know why we’re sad.

You do a better job of explaining things, so you go ahead.

Today we lost our “sister”.  Mom told me that Ebony was a Bass-Lab and she was about 16 years old so that’s really old for dogs.  She’s been sick for quite some time now and today she had more problems.

I noticed that she couldn’t walk.

Yes, Mom and Uncle Bob didn’t want her to suffer so Uncle Bob took her over to the Doctor’s house this afternoon.  He called Mom to let her know what was happening.

Is that why Mom has lots of water coming out of her eyes and nose.

Yes, she’s sad just like we are.  When I first came to live here, Ebony accepted me even though I was different from her.  Here’s a picture of us when I was little.

Wow…I don’t remember you ever being that little!  That’s a nice picture.  I’m glad Mom took it so we can remember Ebony.

I’m going to really miss Ebony ‘cuz we always took naps together.  She was too old to play with me, but we used to talk to each other.

We better go sit with Mom ‘cuz I think she needs some hugs and I know we need hugs!

New Cousin

We have a new cousin!

What’s a cousin?

Mom explained that it’s kind of a relative.  Here’s a picture of Stella.

Stella at Nine Weeks.

That’s not a cousin…………..that’s a dog and she came over to our house.

Ok, so it’s a cousin dog.  She’s a Newfoundland and Mom says she’s going to be really big.  Right now she’s about the same size as me and weighs a pound less.

I was really scared when she came in the house on Sunday.  I didn’t know what was going on.  She was black like you but she didn’t have any white on her and she made strange noises.

She was barking.  Ebony doesn’t do much barking now but my best friend, Champ, does a little so I know what barking is.  I was scared of Stella, too.  Mom thought I would be making friends with her right away but it confused me that she was my size.  I’m used to dogs being bigger.

Mom said it won’t take long before she’s lots bigger than we are.

I suppose it would be smart for both of us if we made friends with Stella while she’s little.

Are we going to get more cousins?

I have no idea.  I think it’s cool that pretty soon it’s going to be more fur people than humans in our family!

I hope all those cousins don’t try to eat our food, but I’m sure glad the humans leave our food alone!

Guest Writer

We wanted to let our human and fur people readers know that we are allowing a “guest writer” to do our blog for today.

You’ve already heard about her ‘cuz she lives with us, but she’s not the same as us ‘cuz we’re kitties and she’s a dog, but she’s our older sister ‘cuz we’re all adopted.

Hi, my name is Ebony and I’m a very old lady.  I’ve lived in this house for around 16 years.  When I first came here there was a dog named Porkie and a kitty named Mischief.  Now I’m outnumbered but I don’t really mind.  Hemingway and Shakespeare are pretty cool and we all get along quite well.  I just wanted to give you my impressions of these two furry creatures.

Shakespeare is rather aloof.  About all he thinks about is food.  I used to be that way but now that I’m old I’m not as interested in food.  Shakespeare may eventually get to be like that, but I know I won’t be around if and when it happens.  When Mom comes home at night Shakespeare doesn’t even take time to say, “Welcome home.”  He just runs right to the container that keeps their food.  That’s another thing about him:  nobody can run faster than Shakespeare!  He races through the house so fast that I don’t even see him.  I used to run fast.  I chased squirrels, bunnies, the other dogs in the neighborhood and even balls and toys that were thrown.  Now I have a lot of trouble just getting around.  My poor legs are getting to be too tired to move.  Just like Mom I have to deal with arthritis and some days it really hurts.  Mom knows what it feels like but Hemingway and Shakespeare have no idea.

Hemingway is my buddy.  He really tries to take care of me.  When I’m having sort of a rough night, he will come and snuggle with me.  He has a very quiet motor and I’m very hard of hearing so I have no idea if he is purring or not, but I like to think he is.  I have to tell you about what happened recently.  Hemingway is big and he usually stretches out in the middle of the floor right in everyone’s way.  He’s so good at that!  Anyway, I was trying to walk around and I accidentally stepped on him.  He made a noise and somehow I heard it and it scared me.  I lost my balance and fell on the floor.  I was frantic.  I tried and tried to get up and I just couldn’t.  I was so scared.  Mom came over and petted me and got me to calm down.  Soon my heart stopped racing and I could breathe normally again.  I was only partially lying down by then and Mom could tell I was going to be fine.  When Mom left, Hemingway came over.  Mom turned around just in time to see Hemingway licking me on my face.  Poor Hemingway was scared that I had gotten hurt and that it was his fault.  He just wanted to let me know that he wasn’t hurt and that he hoped I wasn’t either.  Mom just stood there smiling at both of us.  I think she’s starting to catch on to how much communicating we actually do.

Hemingway takes care of me.

Well, I’m really getting tired now so I better sign off.  It was very nice chatting with Hemingway and Shakespeare’s friends.  I’m sorry I probably won’t be around much longer to get to know everyone.  I’ve had a wonderful life and it’s been a long one so I guess my time is getting nearer.  I’m going to keep kicking as long as I can ‘cuz life with Hemingway and Shakespeare is always an adventure!