See, I might have inadvertently (yeah right), sort of, maybe, possibly snatched a fallen packet of Ranch seasoning as Mom was cleaning out the kitchen cabinets... Oh who am I kidding? I TOOK IT!! And I enjoyed taking it. Mmmmm... Excellent flavor. The bag ain't bad either.
Kitty, did you eat some?.....NOOOOOO MAM I did not! I won't even look at it. I'm not shy, I'll take a few more nibbles right in front of you. So tasty. Mom says this is evidence for later. Yeah, that is a piece of it hanging out of my mouth. This is MY Ranch packet and you cannot have it. Nope.
Note from Mom: While I did take away the Ranch right after I found her (after pics of course), but alas, the Big D showed up shortly after. It seems Ranch is good for clearing out your intestines if you are in need. Thanks Coco for that little jewel of info.
Kitty and Coco seem to be perplexed by my manly ways...They are always looking at me funny for some reason. One thing is clear though, they notice my dingus! Have to hold em' off with the hose for goodness sakes.
"I eat poo. It is called Recycling. The humans say recycling helps save the earth and I am doing my part." Over there is my next snack.. Got something to say Kitty? Shut it. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Apparently the tooth brush comes out when I "recycle". Life is not fair.
Word on the street is that Minnie and Lincoln have been put in the dreaded car seat. Others I'm sure have suffered this fate, including us. BUTT.....I like it! Don't everyone be sending me hate mail. I'm telling the truef so help me Ceasar Milan. See, the car makes me sleepy, and I was all sliding around the seats, which made me super nervous. Then we got Coco, and it was like wrestling an alligator with her jumping from seat to seat, never settling down for a single moment. NOT Safe! So Mom ordered us two seats. Silly, because Coco went psycho not being able to be up my butt as usual. Then Mom put us in one seat and strapped us in. Truth be told, Coco pulled an Exorcist reenactment for the first few months (it was scary), but now she has gotten used to it and appreciates the nice fluffy ride. She has ceased trying to strangle herself. Let's just say it was a battle of wills, and the pawrents have won. (See photographic evidence).
We got Momma all to ourselves this weekend. Dad was out with his pals at the lake for a guy's weekend. My Nanna made us our bandanas. Bosco was staying with us too. I had my buggy eye on him.... Dear gawd...I feel like Bret Michaels in this getup.
Yep, I love America. Hope everyone has a nice holiday. I pawsonally need a chill pill from all of the blame fireworks. Grrr.
My name is Kitty, but I am not a cat! I am a very sensitive boston terror who loves nothing more than to play with my red roley ball, play bitey-face with my sister, and sleep all the way under the covers.
Hello. Coco here also. I am a young snuggle pug (ok, possibly co-dependent) with a smiley face and attitude to match. I will snark food from your plate with no shame and bite the tender part of my sister's hind leg when she least expects it.