The pitter patter of little feet

Ah spring. The smell just after it rains. The beautiful flowers starting to bloom. Fresh cut grass and apple blossoms. All amazing things. NONE however and I repeat NONE come even close to what spring always brings...... the pitter-patter of little feet. Squirrel feet to be exact !

Yep, Squirrels. Fat squirrels, skinny squirrels, tall squirrels, short squirrels, hairy squirrels and one dang near naked one that insists on sitting on the deck staring at me through the sliding glass door while eating the bird seed.

Mom doesnt let me out anymore without knocking on the back door first to warn them. She also doesnt let me out the front door so that I can sneaky sneak around the house ever so quietly and then BAM! POUNCE THEM! Nope, she warns them. She takes all of the fun out of it. Its ok though cuz some of them are pretty dumb and even with her warning them they dont run off right away.....well, until they hear me coming and then they run.....fast. That is my favorite part. I chase them super fast and sometimes I think my feet dont even hit the ground. Tomorrow morning, at prime squirrel feeding time, I am going to have the pug watch me to see if I actually become airborne from running so fast. Flying squirrels will have nothing on a Flying Comet :) hahahahahaha.

Thats all for now. Talk to you later.

Comet out.

I love children......and, of course, they love me....

Ya know what? I dont think there is anything better than a bunch of little kids whose purpose in life is to adore me. Now, while I know that I am adorable and it's hard to get enough of me, I also know that usually if someone comes over to the house that Fat Piggy (the pug) mostly gets the attention (something about his fat body wiggling and the snorting sounds he makes). Well, I can tell you that didnt happen the other day. It was a GREAT day......

Mom was busy picking up all of my toys all over the house and I was helping her (helping her....taking the toys back OUT from where she just put them......same thing) and the doorbell rang. I, of course, beat her to the door and promptly opened the screen door for my guests (just a side note to all of you large dogs.....if you run super fast at the screen door and then throw your full body on to the door it will pop open every time) and then my mom says "look who is here to see you Comet". WHAT? Not "look piggy, someone wants you to play"? THEY WERE ALL FOR ME???????? I look up through happy, tear filled eyes and to my amazement there are 5 kids standing at the door.......and then it started. They took their shoes off and all of a sudden there were 5 giggling kids running around the house playing with ME! I was pet so much that I think they wore the fur off of my nose. They brought me treats and shared their own treats with me (*side note from Mom..... by "share" Comet means that the kids left their treats somewhere below ceiling level and Comet found and ate them....the treats that is....not the kids*). The kids were at the house for about 3 hours and we mostly played outside. Mom kept Fat Piggy in the house so the kids were lucky enough to have only me with them the whole time. When it came time for them to leave I was sad but mom said they would be back again. I then left for a well deserved nap.......and to find more treats that I was sure were laying around the house.

So, is there anything better than a fun filled day of playing outside with 5 kids? I think not.

Signing off ..... Comet Out.

Well, now I've gone and dunnit

Greetings fellow canine worshipers..... It is I, Comet, your faithful canine (and soon to be ruler).

I think there may actually be a good chance that my mother is going to trade me in for a hamster. I say this because she told me. There maaaaaaaay possibly be a reason behind this.....possibly......You see....it kind of went like this......

For some reason, humans feel that they need at least 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. Well, my human mom has 3 cats and 2 dogs so she rarely gets that anyway but for some reason the other night she was really tired and wanted to go to bed early......but that just was not in the cards. She finally got to sleep around midnight....all tucked in nice and comfy with me, the pug and Oliver (the cat that thinks he is a dog). House was quiet, everything was wonderful. But then at about 2:00 in the morning I heard it. My super "spidey" senses were awoken. There was something moving outside in the back forest. I knew it. I had to alert the house. I sprung up as fast as my 120 pound body takes me and leapt off of the bed with the grace of a leopard all the while barking as loudly and as deeply as I could. (Now in my own defense I did NOT see my mother dang near have a heart attack from me scaring the bejeezus out of her from a dead sleep....). I ran down the stairs barking as loudly as I could with the pug and Oliver close behind. I had to wake the whole house up. It was urgent. I ran all over the house as fast as possible, barking as loudly as I could. My mom came running down the stairs fully clothed and putting shoes on while running after me to get me to calm down and "hush". I couldn't though. My keen senses were telling me there was something outside. Something that I had to investigate. My mom went outside first in to the back and stood there listening in the dark, trying to hear what I must have heard. Well, that was a lost cause. Only I have the keen hearing to know what sounds are dangerous..... (well, that and the fact that I was barking so loudly and losing my mind in the house that the only thing she could hear was ME). She finally came inside and then I blew past her and took off. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to jump the fat pug in a single bound...... I ran and ran and ran.....I ran the entire perimeter of my yard over and over and over..... all the while barking as loudly as I can (and that is LOUD). My mom came running outside because I wasn't stopping and she needed me to be quiet before someone called the coppers. She chased me all over the yard (did I mention that the yard was a skating rink because of all of the rain that topped off the snow and then froze? that's kind of a key point in this story). Mom chased me "whisper yelling" for me to hush up but I couldn't. I had to tell whatever was in the woods that I lived here and they were not allowed in. .... So I did. For almost a full hour.... and yes, for you adults reading this....that was almost a full hour of my mother chasing me at 2:00 in the morning, in the dark, around an acre of land....on ice. After almost falling about a 100 times she finally went back in to the house and grabbed some turkey from the fridge and yelled "TREATS". WHAT? Treats? In the middle of the night? COOOOOOL ! I ran as fast as I could back in to the house with the fat pug following. We sat right away like good boys and got our treat. Then my mom sat on the couch, looked at me, kissed me on the head and said "tomorrow, I am trading you in for a hamster". And with that, she looked at the clock that now said 4am, made some coffee, went upstairs and started her day. ..... I, however, went back to bed :).

Until next time..... Comet out.

Christmas 09

Hello to my faithful followers,

So, remember last year how I said that I was hoping this Christmas was as good as last Christmas? Well, let me tell you. It was BETTER !!!!

Once again my parents got a real live Christmas tree. It was very pretty and smelled good. They set it up this year and the crazy cat didn’t jump in it and the pug didn’t pee on it. It was just a quiet couple of days with the tree and I was thinking that I was going to be bummed out with no “Christmas Show” to watch. Well, let me tell you. It was a GOOOOOD Christmas for me.

Let me start by reminding everyone that there are 2 dogs and 3 cats in this household. 2 of the cats are over 12 years old so they really don’t do much but that younger cat, Oliver, is still a royal pain in my side. He thinks he is a dog. He eats with us, drinks with us, lays by us, tries to play with us. I just do not like him. He needs to go away.

Anyhoo, mom is upstairs working on the computer when she hears all of this crashing and commotion going on downstairs. She starts down the stairs and sees the 1^st cat running super fast ….zoom….right by her. Then comes the 2^nd cat hot on the first cat’s tail. Then the 3^rd cat, followed by the pug and then finally me. We were all 5 chasing around the house like it was an Indy 500 race. Stuff was crashing, we were crashing (tile floor, need I say more?) and boy that Oliver can move when he wants to. Mom finally figured out what the “race of the day” was about. You see, our new Christmas tree came with its own presents for us pets. Yep, you guessed it. 2 field mice. Must have been all safe and warm in the tree and then they decided to venture out of the tree for some food. That’s when Oliver saw it. Then the other 2. Then us dogs. Oliver caught one in his mouth and started running from us. Well, that’s not going to happen, so we all started to chase him. Yep, all of us. That is the chase that mom saw (lap 12). Mom grabbed a big beach towel and threw it over Oliver and then got the mouse and put it outside. All issues averted…..or so she thought. Upstairs she went and back to work we all went because we KNEW there wasn’t just that one mouse. There was another….somewhere. Now in our defense, mom should know by now that if it is quiet downstairs that antics are afoot. Unfortunately Oliver found the other mouse and by the time mom was alerted (dang pug) to that fact, Oliver had chowed down on ½ of it. I tried to eat the other half but mom yelled at me to “drop it” so loud it scared the bejeezus out of me and the ½ of mouse just fell to the ground.

Oliver is still looking for more mice while I write this. That should be the first clue that he isn’t a dog. We dogs will wait for the cats to find them and THEN we will go in and take it.

So, here is hoping for an even BETTER Christmas next year. WOOHOO!

Until then….Comet out.