Blest Sunday Smile

Cyndi:  Ah, sweet Buddy, how well I remember when this photo was taken.  You climbed onto the stool only to find we cats had already emptied our food bowl.

Micah:  I wasn't born yet, but I can see the depth of Buddy's pain.  What a sad moment for a pup with a bottomless pit appetite.

Buddy as a pup.

Buddy:  You cats had no right to eat that food.  You knew I had my eye on it.  You should have waited until I emptied the bowl and then let Jan know the bowl needed a refill.

Cameron:  I'm sorry, but I need to ask this.  How could you not understand the cat kibble was for us C-A-T-S? 

Buddy:  I did understand.  But I didn't think you guys would mind sharing a bowl or three with me on occasion.

Merci:  This is the Sunday black and white picture.  You can see the other art versions in yesterday's post, Canine Vacuum.  A link to the Black and White Sunday blog hop is at the end of this post.


Rusty:  For our Sunday Smile, we have a short video of an energetic 14-week-old Vizsla puppy that can't be still when bored.  He always has to be the center of attention. 

Marcus:  He reminds me of someone.  I just can't put my paw on it at the moment, but his actions are so familiar.  Oh,wait, that's me!  I also have to always be the center of attention. 



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Sam:  This week the service cats Dezi and Lexi have asked others to join them in their weekly Blest Sunday post. We generally do Thankful Thursday but, hey, we are blessed, so why not participate!  

Percy:  Hey, Sam, I think we're supposed to actually mention some way we've been blessed.  How about the fact that Jan finally got our heat turned on last night?  It's never warm in here in winter, but at least it's a couple of degrees closer. 

Cyndi:  After last weekend, I hope Jan isn't expecting a tip for turning it on before spring.

Micah:  If she is, we could always tip her what she deserves for last weekend - 20 % of 40-odd degrees. 

Merci:  Cameron, you're our math expert.  What do we owe her?

Cameron:  Let's see.  Last weekend it was freezing cold and extremely windy, so it was something above 40 degrees in the house.  Multiply 40 by 3, divide by 5, add 6 so she doesn't turn into an icicle, and ... oops, sorry, she's going to become an icicle anyway.  Perhaps we should let her wear her winter coat and wrap in a blanket when we pay her what she's due?

The Black and White Sunday blog hop is co-hosted by Sugar the Golden Retriever and Dachshund Nola.