Mom here. Know what I hear as I'm getting ready early this morning? That would be a dog fight. Now don't get excited, no one got hurt, but it was a clash of the titans to be sure. What a way to start the day. Good grief.
From the bathroom, I hear........
Coco: Urf, rahr, grr...Pawing Kitty, deep under the covers saying "Sister you are such a bed hog, let me in and snuggle with your brindle butt".
Kitty: (angry warning barks) RARR, Rarrh, Grrrr..rrrrrrrrrrrrr, saying "Dang it, I'm sleeping and you are about to get it! Go away".
Coco proceeds to Level 2: Jumping on top of Kitty repeatedly like a spaz to draw her out.
Kitty: RARRRRRRHHHH, RUFF, RUFF, GRRRRRRRRRRR (major ugly face), saying "That is it!! I'm opening a can of Whoop A on you. You better run and hide behind Momma you little smush face."
Next thing I hear is a tumble of bodies on the bed. WWE Smackdown style. In Kitty's defense, Coco had pushed her too far. We all know Kitty isn't a morning dog. In Coco's defense, Kitty shouldn't be such a bed hog grouch. Coco ended up retreating to the dog bed on the couch.
Kitty=1, Coco=0
Who out there is a morning dog or not?? Just curious.
This is as good as it gets Mom.
No, we're not constipated. We are just OVER this photo shoot.
Did someone say candy corn????
Thanks Auntie Tina for our oh-so festive collars. Remind me to leave you a steamy poop next time we visit.
Time for a nap. Can't keep my bug eyes open.
Holy Apples this is good!
Um Bosco..You can't swallow the whole thing. Easy killer.
I like the tiny bit of caramel at the top.
The sharks are circling! Back away now before anyone gets hurt.
W-O-W. Apple trance.
**Chomp Chomp***
We pretty much pitched a fit to go with Mom and Dad this morning.
I mean, come on, it is Saturday and that means Farmer's Market or some fun activity. We are the center of their world, so this shouldn't be too much to ask. I'm sure you all can relate.
Kitty...I have a baaaaaad feeling about this. What if they are taking us for a butticure????!!!????
Cue music: Wah wahhh wahhhhhhhhhhh.... I am NOT happy.
Relax. She is either trying to placate us, or we are going out for ice cream.
Guess it doesn't matter much seeing as how we are strapped into our seats.
La la la la la...Makes no difference to me. You are the one with butt stink Coco.
Kitty, we have been had. I KNEW it was a butticure! This stinks...literally. Now my butt will smell like pear blossom for the rest of the day. Great. Sure hope you pups had a better Saturday than me!
Don't try this at home kids.
Kitty says I need an intervention.
OOoooh yeah, that is goooooooooooooood. 
Literally and figuratively. I'll take 18 with ketchup. Thanks Dad.
