Luke, Pups and Marcus

Luke the Pee Machine

Buddy, Merci & Sam narrate post.

Buddy, Merci & Sam:  Hey, remember Luke the Pee Machine?  He lived with us for a few weeks this summer after someone found him playing in the street and brought him to Jan.  If you don't remember him, you can read Luke is Home.

Jan looked for an owner and then got him accepted into a rescue/foster home, except before transport could be arranged, his owners walked by the dog pen and claimed him.

 Luke grew into a great big handsome Bassett mix.  Jan kept wanting to go take a photo of him but she was too busy with other things, such as finding Marcus' owner.  She waited too long.

We would have loved to have seen Luke almost grown up.  But Tuesday something happened and we have a bad / good update on him.

Our mail carrier is a nice lady.  She likes animals.  Tuesday Jan went out to tell her Marcus is ready for a new home in case she comes across anyone looking for a nice pup.  The carrier asked Jan if she knows the people who live nearby.  Their front door was open and there were two dogs sitting on the front steps. 

Jan said her heart sank.  That is the family that claimed Luke.  She got a coat and went right over.  Sure enough 2 of their young dogs were outside and the door was ajar.  She walked around to knock on the back door and found that door was ajar too and the windows were broken out.  She came right home and called the police, then went back to wait for an officer.

When he arrived, he pushed aside the curtains on the back door (windows were broken, remember) to look inside and said the cupboards were empty and the doors were open - looked like a move out.  He called city Animal Control.  He told Jan AC was at lunch and would probably be along in about 20 minutes.  So Jan hot-footed it home, grabbed what little food was left in our container, filled a bowl with water and went back. At that time the front door was wide open and she could see furniture inside.  The dogs were shaking, their ribs were showing, and they scarfed the food after a long drink of water.  One dog tried to eat the bricks when the food was gone.

Jan started talking to neighbors and passersby.  No one had seen lights or anyone for several days.  Everyone was upset at the idea the dogs had been left alone in that cold house with no food or water.  Their next door neighbor came out and brought more food and water for the dogs.  Twenty minutes stretched into 2 hours.  It was COLD and WINDY.  Jan froze but she would not leave those dogs and she wouldn't go near the door.  Finally she asked the neighbor if he'd call and ask if AC was coming.

A while later 2 police investigators arrived in separate cars.  They said it was an eviction, the property owner had been notified and AC would be coming later.  Finally the dogs were closed safely in the house.  Jan came home and immediately emailed a couple of people in rescue asking for help for the 2 pit bull mix puppies that would be taken to the shelter that day.  We don't know what will happen to those pups but at least people are working toward rescue.  The pups deserve a much better life than they've had so far.

So what happened to Luke?  Originally, the people who owned Luke put the very young pup outside to "do his business" the day after getting him, despite a strict leash law in the city.  Luke ended up playing in the street next to a main road and spent 6 weeks here.  A very kind friend in rescue paid to have him vetted.  Luke cost Jan a lot of money she couldn't afford - feeding him and misc.(for example, 3 extension cords).  The family made a big fuss about how happy they were to have the grandmother's dog back.  They promised to never put him outside on his own again, to take good care, and to have him neutered when he was of age.

A week or so later Jan saw Luke across the street following a stranger.  As she walked him home, someone told her the dog had been running loose in the neighborhood.  She had a long talk with the grandmother and was told the dog was either being tied in the back yard or locked in a shed because he peed and pooped in the house.  Jan was dumbfounded!  He never once pooped in this house and was almost housebroken when he went home. And although the guy had told her he took Luke outside on a leash and waited with him, Luke wasn't being kept in the house and they didn't even own a leash.  Jan came home, patched one of our old ones together and took it to them to use until they bought their own.

Their neighbor got tired of seeing Luke spending all his time alone, so he brought him into his fenced yard so he could run loose and made him a shelter.  When he put his dogs outside, he'd tie Luke up in Luke's yard and bring Luke back when his dogs went inside. So when Jan saw the puppies on the porch Tuesday, she looked next door for Luke.  He was gone.

But when the neighbor brought over food and water, Jan learned the family sold Luke to the neighbor's sister for $100 and they then tried to move him from the yard into the house but they are older than Jan (is that possible?) and he was too strong for them to walk and he tore up absolutely everything he came across.  They couldn't handle him. So just the day before these older folks on a fixed income had taken him to a vet and paid for a rabies shot (Luke's rabies shot didn't expire until next August but the people had taken off his tag and didn't tell the new owner) so they could board him.  They are working on getting him in some group they know that could help him find a home with someone who can work with him. 

We have kept quiet about Luke's circumstances until now because once the owners claimed Luke, Jan did what she could to help the people take better care of him but had no say and didn't want to talk about the bad situation..

After Luke they took in several more dogs, which lived inside and often ran loose outside. One was recently picked up by AC.  And now the other two are in the local shelter.  We don't know if there will be charges for abandoning the dogs in the house, but don't imagine the people will get off scot-free because of the damage to the rental house..

We are hopeful Luke will get a good home with someone who can help him get past the bad life he's had and that the pups will be rescued from the shelter.  On the other paw, we are sad for the children in Luke's ex-family.  One of their sons is a nice young A student teenager who has a heart for animals. He was one of the two boys who found 5-week-old Marcus wandering the alley and after knocking on some doors looking for an owner, brought Marcus to our house during that bad freezing and rainy weather in December. We are all thankful to him for helping save Marcus' life.

We are joining Pepi Smart Dog's Thankful Thursday blog hop.

And This 'N That Thursday co-hosted by 2 Brown Dawgs and Ruckus the Eskie.

Marcus Speaks

Hey, it's me, Marcus again.  You know, the handsome woofer here at Jan's Funny Farm.  *pssst, don't tell Sam and Buddy I said that, okay?* 

You might remember a recent post where I said I would see the vet this Tuesday and then I would be ready to find a home of my own.  I met the vet yesterday.  He fed me some good treats but he also stuck me with a needle and was generally annoying - looked in my mouth, clipped my nails, poked and prodded. 

Now I am ready for a new home.  Not that I want to leave my friends, but Jan says she can't keep me and I am worthy of a home of my own. 

So who among you nice people can be trusted to love me and take good care of me, has a big heart and a good reputation with dogs and would like to adopt me?  I promise to behave.  After I grow up. 


I am a (approximately) 9-week-old brindle pittie mix. I have normal size paws so I will be a small / medium adult.  At the moment I weight 13 pounds and am lean and muscular - I've been hiking with the big dogs here since I was 5 weeks old.

I am partially crate trained.  (I only stay in the crate when Jan isn't home and I hate being alone so much I sing so loud the other dogs howl.)  I will make an excellent lap /cuddle companion.

I get along with people and with other dogs.  I almost get along with cats.  They aren't as fond of me since I reached the age I want to wrestle with everything I meet, but I only want to play.  Isn't play what life is about at my age? 

I love long walks.  I'm not a fussy eater.  

I love to dance. 

I love to play.

And I love to follow the big guys around.  I even play tug of war with them.

How about you?  Wouldn't you just love to watch me grow up, to teach me tricks and manners, to let me  sleep in your bed - or in my own if I'm forced to?  Of course you would!  There's a contact form in the left sidebar if you are interested.  I am in Thomaston/Upson County, Georgia. Where are you?

Marcus Whippersnapper

Hey, remember me, Little Puppy No Name?  Well, I have some news to share today.  But first, I want to show you how big I've grown.  Jan said I'm a weed.  Is that good?

Little Puppy No Name:  Here I am with Merci, the smallest canine Funny Farmer.  This was taken 3 weeks ago on December 12. It was really cold and Jan put a shirt on me.  Notice how it coves most of my back and hangs down my legs and under my belly?

Little Puppy No Name:  Well, here I am with Sam, the largest canine Funny Farmer.  Notice I'm in the same shirt but it's shorter on my back now.


Sam:  Somebody please get rid of this annoying whippersnapper!  I don't need a shadow. 

Little Puppy No Name: Yes, the shirt is definitely shorter on my back now and it doesn't cover my legs any more.  I'm growing up. Soon I'll be as big as Sam.

Sam:  You have a long way to grow to be my size and you have small feet, so you won't ever grown as big as I am.

Puppy No Name:  But Sam I love you and I want to be just like you when I grow up.

Sam:  *sigh* What do I have to do to get rid of this annoying shadow?

Puppy No Name:  But, Sam, I have to follow your around so I'll learn how to be a better puppy.  Isn't that how it works?

Okay, now that I've proved how much I've grown, I don't want to be called little any more.  And I'm not Puppy No Name either.  I have a name now.  That's part of my news.

I told you before Christmas Jan found my owner and he still wanted me but Jan was going to keep me for a while to finish housebreaking me because he's never had a puppy before and didn't realize what he was getting into when he picked me up at Walmart and brought me home.  I didn't know how to eat solid food or drink water so I hadn't even been weaned yet.  He taught me to eat and drink and, boy, am I glad!  I love to eat, even things Jan tells me aren't edible, and I drink lots of water. 

But he and Jan had a conversation the other day and he said he knew Jan must have gotten attached to me (how could she not!)  and he thought it in my best interest to let Jan either keep me or find me a new home.  Jan told me she loves me but she can't have a 4th dog here, so I will be going to a vet for my shots and the Humane Society will help Jan find me a new home.

Jan also told me I should be grateful to my first human for bringing me home.  She wonders if any of my siblings are still alive after being given out  while we were so young.  Why would humans hand out puppies to strangers as a spur of the moment parking lot freebie if we're only going to be dumped at the kill shelter in a few days or abandoned somewhere to fend for ourselves? I got lucky.  Because that guy took me home I'm going to have a good life.

Since I am headed to a vet soon, Jan said I needed a name, so now I have one.  I am Marcus!  So named for Jan's Texas dog rescue friend, Mark. 

Okay, that's all my news for today.  So we're going to go join the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Pepi Smart Dog's blog.

And also the This N That Thursday blog hop, co-hosted by 2 Brown Dawgs nd Ruckus the Eskie.

Bite to Open Option

Ooh, look at what we have.  A Natural Balance value gift pack for dogs.  It's currently on sale for $4.99. 

Sam, Puppy No Name & Buddy (Merci not shown)

Sam:  Here we are checking out the contents of the Sweet Potato and Chicken Formula Limited Ingredient Treats.  Made with sweet potato & chicken, without corn, soy or wheat.

Buddy:  This particular pack is for small breeds but Sam and I don't mind sharing them with Merci and Puppy No Name (now Marcus).

Merci:  Wait a minute, neither of you are a small breed, so don't act like you're sharing with us smaller dogs.

Puppy No Name:  I don't care what they're for.  I want some NOW!

 Puppy No Name with stolen can of chicken formula food.

Puppy No Name:  Okay, I managed to steal the can of chicken formula with carrots, brown rice and potatoes.  What do I do with a pop top?  Doesn't it come with a bite to open option?

Puppy No Name checking box and Sam looking exasperated with him.

Puppy No Name: Hey, where did all the goodies go?  There was a small roll of turkey formula with no BHA, BHT or ethoxyquin in here a moment ago.  Why didn't I steal that?  I could have used my teeth to open it.

Sam: *sigh* Jan took it out when you stole the can. Can't you behave for two seconds so we can get some more treats?

Merci:  Well, Little Puppy No Name has taken over the pictures.  I'm not in a single one.  I guess I'll finish this post so I get to participate a little.

The treats were good.  Very good.  And we each got a small sampling of the canned chicken formula and the small turkey roll.  They were tasty too.

We apologize to Chewy.com for being late with our post.  This is a holiday pack but it arrived the day before Little Puppy No Name did and life has been a whirlwind around here ever since. Little rest, no peace.  If you doubt, just read - or re-read - our Christmas Story by Micah post.

We enjoyed the samples we were sent but we were not paid for this post.  Any opinions expressed are our own.

Casting Call Voting Parade

We hope you had a nice Christmas with family, friends and fun.  We had a quiet one.  Mr. Doug dropped by for about two minutes. We love him and want to see him but he never comes inside to visit.  We saw him about a week ago when we were headed off on a walk.  We got so excited we leaped and barked and scared Little Puppy No Name so much he was afraid to walk with us. Served him right, always nipping at our ears and tugging on our leashes. 

We did not do an interview on Mousebreath today.  We did another casting call instead.  Blogging kitties are encouraged to submit their name/blog. 

Our mutual friend Kjelle Bus really, really needs your daily votes.  He lives in Sweden but you do not need to read the language to be able to help him.  Neither do you need to give out any personal information or register.  All you have to do is VOTE!  And here is how ---

Click this link: http://royalcanin.se/kattensdag/fototavling/?orderby=votes   Kjelle is not in the group on the main page.  Above the photos, look for "sok pa ID- nummer"  and type in 26.  (26 is Kjelle's ID number.)  Then click "SOK" in the red box next to it.

This will take you directly to Kjelle's photo.  Below his photo will be his current vote count.  It will look like this but with a different number -- 1161 röster RÖSTA. Click on "ROSTA" in red and you have voted. The number count should change.

If the number doesn't change, you can verify your vote counted.  Click again and you'll get, "Du har redan röstat på det här bidraget idag. Det måste gå 24 timmar sedan du röstade på det här bidraget innan du kan rösta igen," it means "You have already voted for this grant today. It must go 24 hours since you voted for this grant before you can vote again."

If you want to check the translation of any words for yourself, you can copy/paste or type the words at Google Translate.   http://translate.google.com/

You are welcome to use the graphic to remind yourself or to ask others to vote for Kjelle..

Let's back up our friend Kjelle.  There's a year's worth of Royal Canin food involved here, so we know this means a lot to him. It would to us.  Thank you.

Rascal & Rocco are holding Pet Parade #21 today.  Be sure to go by and enter your blog..

Christmas Story by Micah

Warm and cozy thoughts for your Christmas celebration.  We wish you a Merry Christmas filled with family, friends and fun.  And whatever your faith, we hope you will remember the reason for the celebration. 

We want to thank all of you for the beautiful cards of one type or another.(email, snail mail, Jib Jab, Jacquie Lawson, Smilebox, SloppyKiss, etc.).  We have enjoyed every one of them and are grateful for your friendship and kindness.  We have emailed several lists of bloggers the above card and hope you received yours. If not, grab the one above.  If you'd like a copy fit for print, we'd be happy to email you one.

Before we finish this post, Micah has a Christmas Eve story for you. 

Micah:

Thank you.  I'd like to tell you something that happened last night. With Red aka Little Puppy No Name here, Jan gets up several times a night to put him outside to pee.  She opens the screen door, puts Red down, gives him a slight push and closes the door very quickly.  Red runs down the steps, takes a quick pee and races back up to be let inside.  For this, she doesn't even bother to put on a robe.

About 2:30 this morning, Buddy got up and made it clear he wanted to go out.  Jan got up, threw on her robe, went back to the bed, picked up Red who was curled up in a ball sleeping soundly, and proceeded to take him out.  Buddy detoured to the kitchen for a drink of water.

It was c-o-l-d!  Jan opened the door, put Red down, gave his butt a push, and heard yelping from the bedroom.  She had not put Red outside.  It was ME!

And I didn't want to be outside. I am the house cat someone dumped last fall and I do not want to be outside.  I didn't have to pee either.  At least not until the moment the cold air hit me and I realized I was outside - alone  - in the dark..

I ran down the steps and across the dog pen.  I didn't know where to hide.  Jan flew out the door and came after me, but I kept stopping and starting, trying not to panic. Finally, I was swooped up in Jan's arms and carried up the steps and deposited inside the door.  Jan couldn't come in with me.  You see, while chasing me in the dark, she'd stepped in dog poop.  So first she had to remove her slipper.  She hobbled inside on her heel so she wouldn't get the whole sock dirty, put the shoe down on newspaper, went into the bedroom to pluck Red from off the bed where he was screaming because he was alone, put him and Buddy outside, and went into the kitchen to clean the slipper over the trash.

Just as she reached the area of the trash can and cleaning supplies, her heel got soaked.  Yep, she'd stepped in cat puke.  Hooray for whichever kitty scored; I will be eternally in your debt.  '

I hope you learned your lesson, Jan.  Don't get up until you wake up!

Now back to our Christmas post.



We wanted a Christmas song to end our post.  We chose Cloverton's video of "Hallelujah, The Christmas Version."  We are sure at least some of you will enjoy it.

Merry Christmas!


If the video doesn't play, click here.

Funny Farmers Read Chaser

Buddy:  Hey, it's the Funny Farmers mind-your-manners educational team here. Don't you dare call us "baby sitters!"  Who are we baby sitting ... um, we mean educating?  Why, Red aka Little Puppy No Name, of course!

Sam: Have you ever wondered how much your puppy could learn if you had hours every day to teach him? Well, first we'd like Red to learn not to steal our beds.

Buddy:  I can spend two whole minutes stomping my bed into just the right shape and before I can lay down on it, I'm bed-less and Red is snoring.

Sam: And he needs to learn not to try to steal our food just because he's wolfed down his own.

Merci:  And not to bite our ears.  Or leap on us when we're sleeping.  Or sing soprano when Jan puts him in the borrowed crate because she has to leave for a bit.  That hurts our ears too, which is why we sing along - to drown him out.

Why are we going on about educating Red?  Because we just finished reading a book titled Chaser: Unlocking the Genius of the Dog Who Knows a Thousand Words by John W. Pilley with Hilary Hinzmann.   It has taken us a while to get through it since we have to squeeze reading time into our schedule.  Usually, we take turns reading to each other in the pee/poop room.  (That's the dog pen, in case you don't have a canine to human dictionary.)

A couple of years after he retired this guy, Pilley, was given a Border Collie by his wife.  He spent hours each day training the dog, which he named Chaser, to learn words.  First the basic commands.  And some herding commands.  Yes, Chaser can herd sheep, as well as "herd" his mountain of toys, each with a distinct name.

Unlike the treat method of training many humans employ, Pilley used play-based methods to teach Chaser words, names and more.  Pilley is an intelligent professor/scientist and Chaser a willing student, but first and foremost throughout the training, Chaser has been a beloved pet and member of the family.

We really enjoyed this book. Pilley comes across as a man who loves animals and believes they - well, we're dogs, so we mean he believes WE are more intelligent than most men consider us to be.  What a relief to know someone finally understands us. 

Here's a short video preview of Chaser's story. 


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Buddy:  Believe it or not, the Funny Farmer Felines want to stage a protest because they believe they're every bit as intelligent as we canines and they want their own book and professional website.

  Oh, Chaser, what have you started?  We'll never hear the end of this.

Poop, Pup and Precious

Miss Merci here today with a PSA.  Jan has been helping us with our Christmas card emailing and as you know, whenever she's involved it's really sloooooooow going.  So we're even more behinder than behind, which is where we usually are.  (Yes, I know behinder is not a word, but it fits.)  While Jan is picking up poop in the back pen, I thought I'd try to do a fast post.

Jan is furious at the person who has been going through our trash can.  She doesn't want a garbage/trash can any closer to the house than it has already been moved.  Someone used to drag our can from the street side of the pen, around between the neighbor's sheds, pull out the trash, and toss it back in.  On some occasions, the person has left poop bags on the neighbor's lawn.  She goes to great trouble to ensure the can is protected from any possible poop bag breakage because she doesn't want a reeking trash can and since the cans are swapped out, she doesn't want anyone else to have one either.  Why would anyone be interested in rifling through our poop bags?  Jan would gladly wrap them up and GIVE them to anyone who wants them! 

Little Red aka Little Puppy No Name gave Jan another scare yesterday.  It was such a nice day temperature-wise that we were all outside for a while.  Jan came to check on us and Red was OUTSIDE the fence.  He had moved the flowerpot and couldn't squeeze back through the gate opening.  So Jan ran for the front door and around the house.  Red was inside the pen.  He saw her and immediately squeezed back out of it.  He is hard to keep track of.  And Jan can't find anything large and heavy enough to block the gate openings.


We have a precious video for your Sunday Smile today.  These little kitties really understand what a mat is for - fun!  So join the fun and watch the ninja kitties conquer the mat.And then have a good day!


If the video doesn't play, click here.

Sammy Kimmell and Red

Hey, Little Puppy No Name here.  The other furries said it's okay for me to post again since I have some good news.

It's a really dreary day and we got off to a late start on our morning walk - the one we've been mostly skipping for a while because it's been too cold or rainy for Jan.  (It wasn't noon yet so it counted as morning, didn't it?) 

We started off but Jan saw a neighbor across the street and we doubled back so she could ask if he knew of anyone looking for a little brown dog.  We were all jumping up and down and barking, trying to greet him.  The guy pointed to me and asked, "That one? Yes, he's mine.  He didn't even know how to eat or drink when I got him. I had to teach him.  He didn't play either."  (He added the last because I was busy tugging on Merci's leash.)

So now I have a name.  I'm "Red."  I'll be staying on for a while, though.  My owner takes care of his mother. He knows I'm safe and Jan will  continue working on my housebreaking while he builds me a crate  I don't know why she needs to work on it.  I'm already very good at breaking things. But, hey, if she thinks I need improvement, I'm game.

The Funny Farmers have been telling me stories of Jan. Today I got to see her in action.  In all the excitement, Jan suddenly noticed Sam's brand new harness (thank you, Miss Pat) was at the wrong end.  Instead of at his shoulders, it was unbuckled and sliding down his hips.  Jan was totally calm, cool and collected.  She immediately dropped all four leashes and grabbed Sam. 

When she realized we were loose, the neighbor stepped on two leashes and Jan managed to grab one.  They got the harness back on Sam.  A couple minutes later, it was around his hips again.  This time the neighbor tightened the straps quite a bit.  Jan is so grateful this didn't happen on our walk last night.  Or when Sam was being unruly because he saw a squirrel or motorcycle and wanted to chase it and there wasn't anyone around to help her.

And good thing Sam was secure because here came a medium brown dog and a good-sized Bassett mix the others called Luke the Pee Machine (you might remember him) with their owner trying to catch them  We did some more leaping and barking.  Then we went on our walk.

It's almost 1:30 now and Jan is finally eating breakfast while I post. She's not sharing, but we did eat earlier. 

I think that's all the news for today.  Oh, sorry, the Funny Farmer Felines have to do their regular Friday interview post.  I think I'll go nap now.

signed,
Little Puppy No Name - now known as Red

Thank you, Red.  We have been fortunate to interview some old friends, as well as make new ones.  This week we got to know a new friend better, Sammy Kimmell of One Spoiled Cat.  He's quite the character.

Stop by to read Sammy Loves Teasers and Worldwide Wildcats.  It is published at Mousebreath, the ezine for cats by cats.

We are joining Rascal & Rocco's Pet Parade blog hop #20..  

Puppy No Name Squeaks

Little Puppy No Name (Marcus):  Hey, remember me?  I'm little Puppy No Name.  I've been staying here for a week now, waiting for my lost owner to be found.  The weather was terrible last week and we nearly froze when Jan tried to take me out searching.  In between rainstorms.

Now that the weather is "warmer" and drier, she says I need to be in the public eye, so I get to walk with the big woofers now.  When I said I wanted to go on Monday, Jan thought she'd have to bring me back after a block, but I did their whole route!  Merci laughed at me.  She said they all walk their normal pace and I try to lead the pack with my little legs pumping like windmills.  But I keep up.

Meanwhile,in case you've wondered why we disappeared for a few days, Jan says we've all been keeping her extra busy since bad weather brings sick animals.  Merci wasn't feeling well last week and was very sick last weekend,   Merci is okay now but Jan says she's too pooped to think.  Percy says that isn't unusual, but not to mention that to Jan.  Okay, I won't.

Tuesday, we were in the back pen and Jan went out the front door to throw out trash.  I got upset because she wasn't in the pen with us, so she hurried in the front door and out the back to reassure me.  Only I wasn't there!  She ran for the front door to try to catch me before I got lost.  When she opened the front door, there I was, sitting on the mat, waiting.  She was so proud of me.  I got a big hug.  When she did the same thing later, I tried to go after her again but I couldn't slip through the gate.  She'd blocked the openings around the gate.

Oh, we won Ruckus the Eskie's giveaway.of a 3 month subscription from DoggyLoot Toy of the Month.  Buddy and Sam aren't much for playing with toys any more, but Sam still does.  So Jan signed him up. Our first toy was a Kyjen Invincibles Reindeer squeaker.  So Jan took us outside and laid the reindeer down, raised the camera and -

- she caught me sprinting away with it.  See it down in the lower left.  I took it right out from under Sam's nose.

Buddy watched me shake that reindeer and show it who is boss!  It squeaked and squealed and screamed for mercy.

When I was done with it, it had no fight left.  So I took off like a blur. Merci went over to see if the reindeer was still in one piece.  It was.

Buddy asked if he needed to resuscitate it, but I said not yet.  I was checking out the packaging, in case there were any edibles with it.  There weren't.

Oh, just for the record, these photos are just to share the fun of giving Sam "his" new toy.  NOT a re-view.  :)

We had a lot to be thankful for this week, so we're joining Pepi Smart Dog's Thankful Thursday blog hop.

And also This 'N That Thursday co-hosted by 2 Brown Dawgs and Ruckus the Eskie.

Puppy No Name and Truffles

Hey, remember me?  The woofers posted on me yesterday after I was delivered to their door unexpectedly.  I was a good boy and didn't bother the Funny Farmer Felines - in fact, I think Cameron likes me - so they said it is okay to help them post today.  My name?  I don't know my name.  Jan said she was thinking of calling me "Mickey Mouth" while I'm here but I have no idea why.

I have been very helpful.

I helped keep Jan up till 1:30 am Tuesday night.  Then she put me in a big cat carrier and went to bed but I didn't want to be alone.  So I sang.  I sang at the top of my lungs.  And the woofers joined me.  I sang and they howled until 2 am.  It was so much fun, but Jan wasn't very appreciative.  She kept yelling, Shut up!  Finally, she covered the carrier with an afghan and a towel so I couldn't see anything.  It was lonely and boring, so I went to sleep.

I slept until 6 am.  Jan said that was good.  She took me outside for a quick pee. I guess she didn't want me to sing again so she let me up on the big bed.  I only fell off twice.  I tried to get Jan to play but she wasn't interested, so I finally curled up and went to sleep.  It was so much nicer than sleeping alone in the carrier.

Merci doesn't mind the cold weather so she spent some time outside.  I followed her around and did whatever she wanted.  You can pick me out easily.  I'm the one wearing the red sweater.  Ms Pat sent it to Merci several years ago but it's too small for her.  It's a little big in the shoulder and chest for me but Jan was concerned about me getting sick after being lost, cold and hungry.  So Merci said it is okay for me to wear her sweater.

We played tag, we dug in the dirt, we ran around ... it was fun.  Sam?  Not so much.  He's so big but he's a scaredy cat.  (Don't tell him I said that, though.  He might step on me.)  Buddy is an old fogey.  He doesn't like to play.

 

See how well I match the leaves in the pen.  I helped Jan rake them.  I chased the mean ole rake every time it tried to attack her and gave it the ole bitey.  That was hard work!  After a while she let me go into the house and take a nap while she finished.  But she wouldn't have finished today if it hadn't been for me.

This is what I've been doing ever since.  It sure has been a tiring day.  But that's okay.  I'll be awake again tonight to sing Jan to sleep.

The Funny Farmer Felines interviewed a kitty this week by the name of Truffles from the Melissa's Mochas, Mysteries & More blog. 

You can read the interview Not the Chocolate … Truffles the Tortie on Mousebreath, the ezine for kitties by kitties.  This is a must read, whether or not you are acquainted with Truffles.  She's fairly new to blogging but is doing a great job.

Little Puppy No Name (Marcus) signing out for the Funny Farmer Felines.

*whisper* Um ... how did I do, guys?  

Oh, and we're going to join Rascal and Rocco's Pet Parade blog hop today.