let sleeping dogs lie (and don't piss off the cats)

cuddles is a stupid name and completely inaccurate too. every time i go to touch him he slinks out from under my hand and i swear he says..."yuuuuuck!"helloooo cuddles, i happen to be nice and i do not have cooties!

molly's name oughtt to be "tiger lily" cuz she is pretty darn brave. she throws an absolute four pound hissy fit if the cats or the other dogs even look to be thinking of jumping up near her on her couch. that couch used to hold 2 big dogs, me, a couple of cats and sometimes a chi or two. now it is just me and the little hairy, leaky shark attack, no one else even wants to try. she makes me laugh. she is currently curled up on the couch by herself with my favorite xmas gift fleece from my daughter and 2 of my softest pillows. it is a tough life for a tiny, furry, homeless shark who happens to have rotten teeth.

phoebe woke up once and peeked at me thru the cat room door, she looked upset, i think she was cold. i gave her a bigger quilt and she went back to bed. someone has got to run that dog to the ground every single night....she is so tired and it is so quiet, i keep forgetting she is even here.

i forgot to tell you that frodo attacked milo yesterday in the rabbit room when he and johanna came to get pippa. milo being an ex-but still fiesty saint went right back at him without a second thought (he is a JRT aka...jerky raging terrier who had moments earlier been trying to do our sweet ellie in). once we got frodo off of poor outmatched little milo, i noted a little blood smeared on my hand...i checked frodo over and he was just fine, but milo was missing a small chunk of skin on his back. holy smoke frodo is a vicious fighter, no wonder that cat has lived for so long. at sixteen, he can still kick an enraged dogs butt!

michael and dexter shared my dinner tonight cuz dex was cold and michael is plain wrecked. then i gave them each 2 human cookies that i thought were too old for me to eat (they were at least 10 days old)...anyway, both of them looked pretty pleased with themselves at cadging a special dinner. except now they both are following me around like i might be a night long buffet.

tyra smells like a combination of wet dog and manure...she had fun tonight but gosh she reaks and i think her feelings might be hurt because i keep encouraging her to sleep across the room from me. sorry babe, but the odor is pretty strong and in this case distance truly does make the heart grow fonder..