Mom said just this once I could write. She was going to do it herself, but she’s a little occupied right now cleaning the house. Part of that is my fault; I can’t stop myself from rolling in the dead grass and leaves and dirt in the backyard and naturally a lot of the little bits get stuck in my fur even though I shake the best I can. When mom’s home, she won’t let me back in the house until she brushes me off. Outside. Dad usually doesn’t notice or doesn’t care and just lets me in.
On the weekend my dad told mom I had superpowers. I was lounging on the deck out of the wind and suddenly it occurred to me that dad was sneaking cheese out of the fridge. When he turned from the counter with the cheese in his hand, he noticed me with my nose pressed against the glass on the wrong side of the door. He was impressed. Mom said it had to do with my amazing old factory senses. Superpowers sounds better.
Which brings me to the other reason my mom’s cleaning the house. Mom’s old factory isn’t as amazing as it used to be, I have to say; if it was up to snuff, she would have noticed that Catie had a piece of poop stuck to her bum when she came in from outside an hour ago. Catie’s had her bottom washed and mom’s running around the house with a spritz bottle and a scrub cloth wherever she thinks Catie’s been sitting or lying down. I’m betting mom’s rethinking all the fuss over a bit of yard grit now.
But despite the added work, she’s promised us an extra treat or two or three. It’s April 13th and officially three months since Catie’s surgery and I just know we’re gonna celebrate as soon as she’s done.
I hate it when my mom or dad or sister try to sneak cheese out of the big cheese box in the kitchen! One of my jobs is to guard that cheese box, but they can sometimes get away with it if they time it for when the mailman or ice cream truck is here. Happy Ampuversary to Catie! I think I’ll go tell mom I need some cheese to celebrate.
Hugs,
Holly
Time to celebrate! Cheese sounds good! Maybe your Dad could sneak you some out of the fridge!
My Mom is a crazy lady like your Mom with all the dead grass we bring in from outside! She is always bringing out that stupid dog eating machine to clean it up! I hate that thing! Lucky for all of us the green grass is coming and the dead grass is almost gone!
I’m gonna go ask for a yummy treat to celebrate Catie! Thanks for the treat opportunity! Mom is a sucker for all the Tripawds and she will agree Catie is a reason to celebrate!
XOXO and Hi-Paws
Dillon and Rhys
Old factory….bwahahahahahahahah. My mom hates when I poop on my tail feathers. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, I get the strangest butt trim; all the while mom’s face is all squished up and she says stuff like, “ewwwww. ohmagod. yuk. Opieeeeeeeeee. hack, hack…ohmagod, I’m gonna puke.” Sheesh.
You guys are gross matos! I’ve never even had a “hanger” on my bottom – ever! I ain’t moving until I’m done! I am super clean!
And I love the sucking cleaning machine! I get close by so I see the cleanliness upclose! Mommy thinks I am a clean freak.
Hey Riley – nice to hear from you. Give out a big congrats to Catie! Really!?? 3 Months already! Way to go Champ Catie!
Dads are neat-o! My daddy carries me up the stairs all the time. Mommy can be mean and says that I have no problems going up stairs. Mommy just doesn’t understand that it is our little ritual of love – I give daddy closeup smooches the whole way up. Plus, I saw mommy fall down the stairs that one day and I don’t trust her! Knock on wood, daddy hasn’t fallen yet!
Did someone say, “Cheese” ??!!!
Comet – OUT!
Congratulations on your ampuversary Catie !! Sophie and I hope that you have many, many more healthy and happy ‘versaries.
Yes, ’tis the season to have the sucking machine out almost continually. Between the dead leaves and grass, and the shedding of the old hair (to make room for beautiful NEW hair !) – not a day goes by when there aren’t dirt-filled-fur-tumbleweeds blowing through the place. Sophie blames it on the cats. The cats just lick up all the hair and deposit it in neat little blobs – with a horrendous display of hoarking and gagging. I think they believe they are helping to clean. AACCKKK !!
Opie – I handle “clingers” like your mom does – dressed in heavy rubber globes and surgical mask soaked in perfume – gobs and gobs of paper towels ! lol
Have a great celebration, Catie !
Hugs and licks from Sophie
Tana and Sophie
oops — I meant “GLOVES” not “globes” !!
LOL!! All I can say is that all of these comments just crack me up…literally….the things we tripawd pawrents find humor in… Thanks Riley for making us laugh and starting this chain of grossness, laughter, “hanger on ‘ers, butt trims, clingers, rubber gloves, cheese boxes and all the rest of it that goes along with the Riley Blog. Keep on writing Riley – you’re one funny guy! And happy 3 month ampuversary Catie – so pawesome!!!
Three month ampuversary – now that is a reason to celebrate.Congratulations, Catie. We are all so proud of you. It can be tough to avoid those hangers-on, but hey, that’s what us tripawds do sometimes. My mommy tries to check me out everytime I come back inside. At least, I hope she’s just trying to make sure my bum is clean