Cooking with Mom

Moms need a lot of supervision.  In our house, Mom can't go to the bathroom unsupervised, can't take a shower with out me guarding the bathroom, can't eat anything with out Steve wanting to test the food, and now I have discovered that she can't cook without assistance.

Here is evidence.  Mom was trying to cook some soup.  You can see in this picture that Steve thought she needed some supervision, but I thought she needed VERY close supervision.  You just never can tell what mistakes Mom would make if I wasn't there to point them out.

Here's a close up.  Cooking is hard work.

I also work hard as Mom's foot warmer.

Woo,

Kat

Friday night on the town

On Friday, we got a special package from the Army of Four!  They sent us some new leashes.  A while back they tried out the leashes, but didn't like them, so when Mom mentioned that she was going to buy us the same leashes, their mom offered to send us theirs.  We were so excited to get actually used-by-the-Army-of-Four-merchandise!  (Their mom also sent Mom a tote bag.  It's super cute.)

Here I am modeling my new leash.  It used to be Stormy's so you can see that in this picture I'm trying to look like I'm in charge.

Kat's leash used to belong to Zim, so she is trying to look really cool in this picture.

Since it was Friday night, Mom and Dad decided to go eat at one of their favorite spots at the Town Center, Firestation Deli.  There are outside tables at the deli, so we got to go too and show off our new leashes.  Before we headed to the deli, we parked near Paddywack and Mom picked up some bully sticks for us so we would have something to eat while Dad and Mom ate their supper.

Next we went to the deli.  Mom got a sandwich and Dad got some clam chowder.  That doesn't matter.  What matters is here's me eating my bully stick.

Here's a sorta blurry picture of Dad and Kat.
After we finished eating, Mom and Dad were just going to load us in the car to go home, but we had other ideas.  So we led them down the sidewalk to a special place.
Here we are outside a photography studio.  The studio just had a cutest dog contest and one of our blogging friends won!  Benson is the top dog in this picture, so we decided to pose with his winning picture.  (There's also a cute husky who was a finalist too.)
Well, that was our exciting Friday night on the Town Center.  We were very well behaved while Mom and Dad ate, so I hope we can make it a Friday night tradition as long as the weather is nice!  (I like getting bully sticks!)

Steve

Rules

Our Texas grandma emailed this to us. She didn't write it, so we won't take it personally. We're going to leave our comments in purple for Kat, red for Steve, and green for Wilbur. Our comments aren't to anyone general, just what we think about this document.

To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. (I don't care what you like Mom and Dad, I want your food.)

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. (Yes, but what if my goal is your demise, mother?)

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. (We don't need both of you to sleep on the couch, just Dad.)

For the last time , there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required. (But don't you need me to guard the shower when you're in it?) (You could be dispensing treats. That's why I must investigate.)

The proper order is kiss me , then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough! (Oh come on, Dad. You know you like it.)

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't. (And stay off my yard and porch, children! I don't want you to look at me or I will claw your eyes out.)

2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"-niture .) (I need that loveseat. It gives me good window vantage point.)

3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (Even if Mom doesn't like you, I do.)

4. To you, it's an animal. To me , he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. (I speak just fine. Here, listen. WOOO!! RUFF!! WOOOWOWOOOO!!)

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

1. Eat less (Only because you don't feed me more.)

2. Don't ask for money all the time (Because I have my own poop-to-gold converter.)

3 Are easier to train (HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

4. Normally come when called (That's right, I do.)

5. Never ask to drive the car (I would only go to Dairy Queen.)

6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends (Catnip anyone?)

7. Don't smoke or drink (I am a waterholic.)

8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions (Well, except when Mom dresses us up in bandannas.)

9. Don't want to wear your clothes (I just want to get them dirty!)

10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and... (Just a gazillion dollars for treats!)

11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children. (Or parents can just take them to the vet to be fixed. I hate the vet!)

New Invention Ad

I received some feedback on my Poop Machine ad, so I have revised it and I will unveil my new ad for all the dog magazines.

First, Stormy said that $99.95 was a good price point because it is much cheaper than $100.  I agree Stormy!  Humans seem to really like anything that ends in 99 or 95, so I decided to go with that and I am very glad you agree since you are super smart.

Booker suggested that I complete my flow chart since really if you get treats, you can make more poop and the cycle continues.  Booker, I think that's a brilliant idea and you can see I have taken your suggestion to heart.  The continuous cycle aspect of my poop machine is one of it's greatest selling points, so I'm glad Booker reminded me to include it.

So without further ado, here is my new ad.

Steve

We won the bronze!

We can't believe it. We won a bronze medal in the Pawlimpics! We were contestants in the syncronized sleeping event and we managed to squeak out the bronze. Definitely go check out the results. The gold medalists are a canine/feline team. They definitely deserved the gold for being a cross-species team.

Invention Update

I've been working on my poop-to-gold converter.  By working, I mean I have been dreaming about how wonderful it will be to have lots of gold so I can buy treats.  If Kat is nice to me, I might even let her have one treat.  I doubt she can restrain her bossiness though.

I did make this ad for my invention.  I need to make sure that I publish it in all the dog publications.  I drew this myself.  Let me know what you think.

Steve

An award for me

This award was given to me.  ME and not the furry beasts.  I think I'm very deserving of this award because I am very nice to myself.

Meow,

Wilbur

PS. I think that kitty in the award picture looks like Tia.

Digging for Poop

For Mom's birthday, she bought herself a Doggie Dooley.  It's really amusing the lengths humans will go just for some poop disposal.  Apparently Costco had a good deal on these Dooley gadgets, so Mom ordered one.

Of course, Mom's online shopping means work for Dad, Kat and me.  First, Dad had to read the instructions on what to do.

Kat helped Dad with the digging.  She stopped helping to pose for this picture, but I promise, she got her paws dirty!

I was really worried the dirt from the hole Dad dug would blow away, so I decided my job would be to anchor the dirt.  You can see me working hard to keep the dirt in one place.

Once the hole was a couple feet deep, Kat didn't want to help with the digging anymore, but she often came to supervise.

The Dooley is in the ground now and Mom's been faithfully depositing more of our poop in it everyday.  It's like she thinks it will turn to gold or something.  You know, that would be a super great invention.  A poop-to-gold converter.  I'm going to have to figure out how to make that happen so I can buy more treats.  What a perfect cycle.  Buy treats.  Make poop.  Turn poop into gold.  Buy more treats.  Make more poop.  More poop turned into gold.  Pups, this is genius.  I'll let you know when my prototype is finished.

Steve

Sunday Morning Wrestling

On Sunday morning, Kat and I were playing a little WWS - Wild Wrestling Sibes.  Mom took a quick video of us and also some random pictures.  I'm going to share my favorites.

This first one is of Kat and I looking complete innocent.  You can't even tell that right before the picture was taken, we were doing some major husky smack down.

In this next picture, Kat is yelling at me.  She's so bossy that she makes my fur blow in the hot air she is spewing.  She might have just belched a big one too, because my fur is really blowing.

I like this last picture because I look like I'm really having a good time.  I'm pretty sure that right after this picture was taken, I threw Kat to the ground and she was down for the count.

Finally, here's a video.  We are actually acting pretty tame in this video.  

Maybe sometime Mom will be lucky enough to catch the true WWS activities.

Steve

Lookie!

Hey Mom!  Look what I found on top of the shed!

What's he doing up there?  Who knows.  Why does Wilbur do any of the things that he does?  Luckily, I alerted Mom to his whereabouts so she could bribe him to come down and go back in the house.  Wilbur has been being a bigger escape artist lately than Steve and I ever dreamed of being.

Kat

PS. Mom says to ignore the crazy way Dad "dog proofed" the little gate between the shed and the house to keep Steve and I from going back there and getting all muddy.  He's working on a more permanent fix.

Blogging Award

Star and Jack gave us this cool award. They said we're their Blogging Friends Forever. Isn't that nice? Star and Jack remind us a lot of ourselves. Kat is the ruler of the house but is super cute, like Star. Steve is a playful, silly, handsome boy, like Jack. Steve even likes to have best friend stuffies, like Jack's Pengie. Too bad Star and Jack don't have a Wilbur. Maybe we should share custody of Wilbur. He could spend a week and our house and then a week at Star and Jack's house. Star and Jack, what do you think?

We're supposed to give this award to 5 bloggers. We can't remember who's received it, but we are pretty sure that the Brat Pack hasn't posted about it. So since they are a happy pack of five, we are going to give it to them. Sam made us laugh when she got caught in the bag, so she definitely deserves it!

Steve and Kat

Update:
We're completely retarded and forgot that Thunder, Dakota, and Phantom gave us this award too. We are so sorry pups! We love you all too! (Kat especially loves Thunder.) We're going to blame this on Mom.

Stuff out front

Sometimes there are squirrels that run around the front yard.  The squirrels know better than to get in the backyard, but we aren't really allowed to patrol the front yard like the back.  Mom caught this picture of us trying to explain to Dad why we should be allowed to run off-leash in the front yard.  So far, our explanations haven't worked, but I'm pretty sure Dad will see the light soon.

Steve

Wilbur - Cutest Cat on the Planet

I let my mom take this picture of me.  I think you will agree that I am the cutest feline on the planet.  I'm also very flexible.

Go ahead.  Admire me.  You know you want to.

Wilbur

Kat the Gardener

Steve told you what he did last weekend, so now it's my turn. While Dad and Steve were building stuff, Mom and I planted some new bushes.

First we had to dig up all the soil. I was happy to help with that. Then we had to dig a deep hole. I was happy to help with that too. Mom dug on one side with her shovel, I dug on the other side with my paws.Next we put some compost in the hold and stuck the plant in too. Next Mom put a bunch of rocks around the plant because she doesn't want me to try to dig holes for any new plants in this spot.


And here's our finished work! Mom said she thought the hole was more in the middle of the semi-circle, but once the plant was in, it didn't look like it. By that point, the dirt was falling apart around the roots of the plant, so she was afraid to move it.We've got some more plants to install this weekend, so I'll show you that next week!
Kat

PS. This is our 400th post!

Steve the Builder

Happy Monday pups.  Whew, I am beat from this weekend.  I had to work extra hard with Dad.  First, Dad and I built this wooden square.  As you can see, we were both doing a lot of hard work.

We have a lot of pea gravel in our backyard, making paths and stuff.  For some reason, Mom and Dad don't like when Kat and I play chase and fling gravel into the grass and everywhere else.  So they are scooping it all up to lay flagstones down in some areas and plant grass in other areas.  Here's me inspecting where Dad had already removed the gravel.  It looks pretty ugly right now, don't you think?

Here's what we did with the wooden square.  Dad needed a place to dump the gravel until it gets hauled away.

After all the yard work, Dad and I decided to do a little more male bonding and play some Xbox.

I'll keep you up-to-date with our progress on the yard.  Dad and I still have a lot of gravel to scoop.  In our next post, Kat will tell you what the girls of the house did while the men were hard at work building stuff.

Steve

Blogathon Prize Update

Opy and Charlie, the Dogs With Blogs lead dogs, won a gift certificate for Happy Hearts Dog Cookies during Blogathon.  This week, we got an email from them saying that since they live in Australia, they wouldn't be able to get the cookies through customs.  We are really disappointed, and I'm sure Opy and Charlie are as well.  So what we did is assign everyone who didn't win a prize in the big prize drawing during Blogathon a number.  Then we got a random number generator off the internet to pick a number.  The winner is the Waterdance Pack and they will now be receiving the gift certificate.

So now we'll be sending the gift certificate out to our new winners.  Congratulations!

Steve

PS. I've got some cute pictures of myself to post soon, so don't worry.  We've just been resting up this week.