My Sweet Life

Yes, life is sweet when you're a French Bulldog. I spend my days being pampered by two retired people, Jack and Donna, who think I'm just the best thing ever (next to velcro shoes and elastic waistbands, that is). My days are filled with romping in the yard, chasing insects, lazy naps under the patio table, and doggie treats given lovingly just because I'm so cute! What could be better?
Donna tries to teach me "obedience" and cute little tricks, then rewards me with delightful tidbits and treats. Don't tell her, but I believe she's the one being trained. We Frenchies have our ways--I do just enough to make her think she's making progress with me and get rewarded for my hard work. Then, sadly, by the next day I seem to forget what I learned, and poor Donna has to work oh-so-diligently with me again, rewarding me with more luscious morsels. Ah, well, it's fun while it lasts, but I think she's going to catch on soon....

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Life with two crazy cats

No I'm not talking about Jack and Donna--it's those two pesky felines, Tuffy and Pixie! OK, they did live here long before I came along, but geez! why can't we all be friends? Actually, Tuffy, a big old male tabby, couldn't  care less whether I'm here or not, but Pixie! that's another story!  She LOVES to hiss at me whenever she gets the chance, which is about 100 times a day!  Pixie is a tiny little bit of fluff who pretty much was the center of attention till yours truly entered the household.  Now she has to share the limelight and she doesn't like it one little bit. NO, not at all!  That's Pixie on the left and Tuffy on the right.
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