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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

You Would Not Believe What's Going On Around Here

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A couple of weeks ago, Mommy left the house with the Other Crate.  (Let me explain, I have three crates - the one I go into when the humans leave the house, the one I sleep in sometimes just for fun, and the one that I just recently found out about that is only for my head.  The rest of me doesn't fit in the Other Crate, but it is my crate, I'm sure about this.)  Anyway, Mommy left with the Other Crate and when she came back, there was Someone in it.  She says he's my brother, but I'm not too sure about that.  He does all sorts of weird things and you should see him jump - no one in my family can jump like that.  He wasn't too sure about me either at first and he made these funny hissing noises, but now we're pretty good friends.
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He's even given me a bath, but it was with his tongue and that was kind of scary - he has sharp teeth.  Apparently when you get a brother, you also get rules.  For instance, I'm not allowed to put him in my mouth.  This is a dumb rule - you should taste him, he tastes great! 
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Also, I'm not allowed to pet him.  Everyone likes to be petted, but Mommy says when your feet are as big as your brother's head, no petting.  And the dumbest rule of all is that I'm not allowed to chase him. If I can't chase him, he shouldn't be hopping sideways at me all puffed up, I mean that's just wrong!  He corners better on the hardwood than I do, but Mommy says I have to be a "good dog."  Mommy tells me that as Maximus (that's his name) gets bigger we can play together more, but in the meantime she's happy that I have figured out what I'm going to do when I grow up.  I have finally found what I want to do for the rest of my life - according to Mommy it's called Feline Proctology.  I'm training to be the best Feline Proctologist ever!
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5 Comments:

Anonymous Roz said...

Ha!

Logan could love him and pet him and call him Harold.

10:56 AM  
OpenID meezermeowmy said...

Such a handsome pair!

12:06 PM  
Blogger PJ said...

"You should taste him, he tastes great" LOL...I love when the dog blogs!

12:09 PM  
Blogger Bob & Phyllis said...

heh. We have one of those at my house, too. Only we call it "snuffling kitty-butt" and it's generally done in retaliation for the cat playing with the white tip on the basset tail when said basset is trying to take a nap....

Of course, the time with a former basset goosed a former kitty and knocked said kitty into the terlet (over which he was perching) is now legend in this house.
8-)
Phyllis

9:39 AM  
Blogger Connie Peterson said...

I am so glad that you like your brother, Logan! He will be more fun when he's bigger. Remember, Maximus has rules, too. He just doesn't listen to them. It's your job to teach him these rules! You too look beautiful together!

12:30 PM  

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