November 13, 2004

• I haven’t posted an email forward for a long time. I got this one from a friend the other day and it just about sums up the way I feel about the two furry beasties you see in my profile pic. (No, that is not me and Dan in the profile pic!) I wanted to get a new blog up, but I am currently working three jobs, I am having a party tonight and have to get his house cleaned because we have been gone on weekends for a month and the dust rivals the Sahara, and I attended a professional workshop in another part of the state yesterday and am going to another Monday and Tuesday. To sum it up, I am having a wee bit of trouble finding time to blog. Hope you enjoy this. I will be around to visit tomorrow – I hope!

  Dear Dogs and Cats:

  When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way. The dishes with the paw prints 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 of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

  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.

  I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping. They can actually curl up in a ball. 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 used is nothing but sarcasm.

  My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.

  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. In addition, I have been using the bathroom for years – canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

  The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog’s or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.

  NOW ONTO ANOTHER ISSUE:
  To pacify you, I have posted the following message on our front door…..

  Rules for Non-pet owners who visit and like to complain about our pets:

  1. They live here. You don’t.
  2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
  3. I like my pet better than I like most people.
  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.
  5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don’t ask for money all the time, and are easier to train. They usually come when called, never drive your car, don’t hang out with drug-using friends,don’t drink or smoke, don’t worry about buying the latest fashions, don’t wear your clothes, don’t need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.

  • 10:30 am
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