Cat lesson #1

Earlier, I posted on the fact that the bipeds are not nearly as bad as The Dog makes them out to be. This will be the first installment of lessons to manipulate the humans. Our ultimate goal is to get the humans to do our bidding, and thereby make the dogs do as we wish.

First step . . . Get Close.



The humans need you to be right in their faces if you want them to notice you. You have to understand that they have poor vision, an even worse sense of smell, and are generally focused on those talking boxes (either the ones they hold to their ears and talk to, or the big boxes that talk and have moving pictures). Anyway, the only way to get their attention is to get in their faces.

This works when they are in bed too. Sleep as close to their faces, that way, whenever they wake up, there you are. Ready to implant your image as the first thing that they see and think about.

Start with this step, and we will continue with more refined actions in later lessons.

Little Cousin

I am posting again about our little cousin, Foxxy, as we have had repeated requests for more photos of her. I have to object.

Just because she is tiny, with those big brown eyes, and that cute little nose, and those itsy wiskers . . .



OK. She is cute. I give her that. But us biger dogs are important too. We have feelings too . . . . {sniff} . . . . We . . . Oh, I think that I will have the cat post next.

Vote for me in September

Milkbone is running a competition where you can select a dog for the front of the Milkbone boxes.



If you go to their website you can enter as well. I don't recommend it, cause I am certain to win.

I will remind you to vote when we get closer to the start date.

How you feeling . . . Hot, Hot , Hot

As I mentioned in a prior post, I live in a desert. While my sister gets shaved to help stave off the heat, that is not enough for either her or I when it comes to playing in the heat.

The other day we went down to the big grass area down the street. We played for a few minutes and we were pooped. Not the stuff the humans pick up with the plastic bag, but just plain BLAH!

I was trying to figure out what we could do to give us our energy back and saw this article.

According to this human, they advise the folowing:

(1) Always have water available. On hot days, a 10-pound dog requires more than half a liter a day, and a 100-pound dog requires more than 3 liters. My humans always give us water, even had it at the park.

(2) Do not leave your dog in a car - ever. Even with windows open, the air in a vehicle on a hot day can kill. Duh! Even a cat would know this.

(3) Do not run with your dog in the middle of a hot day. The best time to exercise is early morning. Do not run at all with dogs that are overweight or have health problems or short snouts, which give such dogs difficulty in the heat. I know of one exception to this. There are things that the humans bury in the ground (no, not bones) that spray water all over the place. Running in these things on a hot day is actually nice.

(4) Don't leave a dog outside without shade. A doghouse isn't enough. I am not quite sure what they mean by 'doghouse.' We share our house with the humans.

(5) Watch for signs of heat exhaustion: increased panting, drooling, muscle quivers, vomiting, diarrhea, lethargy, nonresponsiveness. I love to pant, drool and lay arround. I have to watch out for the other ones.

(5) Spray your pet with cool water but bring its temperature down slowly. Wipe pads of feet with rubbing alcohol. Do not immerse in cold water or ice bath, which may cause blood clotting. Other than with the spray things in the ground, the humans better not be spraying me with anything. I heard that someplaces they do that to you to punish you. Could be confusing.

All-in-all I agree with humans on this point. Guard your health in the heat.

Got a bone to pick with you . . .

My sister Zoey is my best friend. I cannot deny that. I have one complaint about her though. She is selfish.



Be it a tennis ball, chew-stick, bone, toy. . . whatever. If she gets her teeth on them, she will not share. I think that she needs to learn that is is more fun to share your toys, than to horde them.

Labs reign supreme?

According to this Slate article, Americans prefer the Labrador Retreiver as their "pure" bred canines. Well, I believe that both my sister and I have some Lab in us, I don't know what the big fuss over "pure" is all about.

I think that the most important aspect of a dog is attitude. You don't get attitude from breeding. You get attitude from knowing how to strut your stuff and make it your own.

I have attitude.

I am here to stay

While this site may be named after the DOG, I have as much right to post here as he. I am strutting back onto this site and will be more active.



One observation that I feel that I have to make is that the Bipedal Humans are not as bas as the dog makes them out to be. You just need to know how to handle them. More on this will be forthcoming.

Clothes?

I am sorry, but fur is enough to cover any self respecting quadraped. The little mouthful Foxxy should be no exception.



As she is young, I will give her the benefit of the doubt that the bipeds atired her as she appears in this photo. I do say, that the words are appropriate. She is a Chihuahua, and mexican food should be Spicy.

Water Play

Sometimes we go hiking along some trails and come across a waterfall. It is nice to play in the river below the falls.



Zoey loves to romp and splash; racing through the mossy flow. If there were only fish, we could have a picnic.

New Site

I am working on a new design for the site. Look over at www.moonthedog.com/Drupal.

If you visit the site later, the D in Drupal has to be capital.

There is a new post there about my Fourth of July.

Bam Boom Hide

That was a tough night. I don't know about you, but I just cannot understand why those bipeds have to set off explosions every year. I heard one of the humans mention Fireworks and Fourth, but I just do not understand.

All I know, is that soon after it heats up each year, they try to scare us all night by setting off explosions in the air. While I am brave and put up with the sound, my poor sister Zoey just cringes and hides.

Oh My Dog! That's One Ugly Pooch

While beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the winner of the recent ugliest dog contest held in Santa Barbara County will be hard pressed to find someone to attribute the quality of beauty to him.



Courtesy of the Santa Barbara News Press, Sam is a 14-year-old pedigreed Chinese crested that lives in Santa Barbara. For three years running, Sam has won the Sonoma-Marin Fair Worlds Ugliest Dog Contest. Looking at his pic above, there is no question why. It was reported that the judges actually recoiled when he was placed on the judging table.

I am sooooo glad that I am cute.