Project of the Day

You will never guess how Jan spent our time today -- watching her put together a "mobile laptop cart." Pretty strange considering Jan and tools don't mix and we don't have a laptop. All our time wasted because she wants a tray for her keyboard. She says it is too hard to have to stretch across the desk and type.

Percy: I don't know what her problem is. Maybe she should try standing on the typing chair and then she won't have a problem stretching. I stand on the chair and you all know how well I type. But Jan ... well, she's a human.

Buddy: We would have rather visited some of our friends or watched a video or something fun. But no, we got to watch Ms FumbleFingers drop the tools, put pieces together, take pieces apart, switch pieces, take out the screws and turn the bars over to put the screws in the correct side. And this is all she ended up with after all that frustration.

Sam: I didn't realize the cart has so many legs.

Cotton: Sam, some of those legs are yours.

Sam: Oh, so they are. Wonder how they got in the picture?


Cyndi: Anyway, this is the finished cart. If you think this is weird looking, you should have seen the tiny tools that came with it. Jan dropped the allen key so many times, she should get an award. And either the cart is a little lopsided or the floor slopes. We hope she's happy now. She has a place to put her keyboard.

Merci: Sam, you're looking in the wrong direction. The pullout for the keyboard is on the cart. Under the desktop.


Buddy: Guess he'll find it when he hits his head on it.

Crystal: Now she has to rearrange the living room or she can't use the cart. Wonder if she's thought of that yet?

Cameron: I don't know. But wait till she finds out she forgot to add the CPU shelf. Who wants to tell her?

Rusty: Not me, but that should just pop on. She can't set her computer down near the floor anyway. Some of you guys shed quite a bit, you know.

Chef Needed, Apply Now

The Funny Farm wants to hire a chef. We don't have any green papers, mind you, but working for the Funny Farm should look good on your resume.

Usually we don't mind that Jan is such a dunce in the kitchen. She has developed this habit of putting something on the stove and forgetting about it until the odor of burnt whatever fumigates the house. No, we don't mean permeates, we mean fumigates. But she has always been the one who has to eat what she's burned so it didn't bother us.

But because of Buddy's allergies and skin problems, Jan suddenly decided to cook for us dogs to give us something more than just dry kibble. She figured the recipe was so simple even she could make it.

She mixed the ingredients together in a large bowl according to directions. But how could all that fit in a loaf pan? A loaf of what? It must mean a dozen loaf pans. But never mind, she wasn't turning on the oven, it was too hot! So she dumped the whole mess in a 12" frypan. The lid just kind of sat on top of the mound like a too-small baseball cap.

And you guessed it, she walked off and forgot about it. But she didn't burn it, not this time.

A while later she went in to drain off the fat, but there wasn't any fat. Just a crisp crust on the buttom. She'd cooked off all the fat. But, hmmmm, it needed to be turned over. How? Well, isn't that what a pizza pan is for? Five minutes later, she successfully turned the huge mass over without breaking it and slid it back into the pan. Proud of herself, she glanced at the ingredient list: ground beef, tomatoes, corn meal, oats, 3 eggs --

Uh-oh, she forgot the eggs. And up to 2 cups water, as needed. Truthfully, she didn't forget the water. She just planned to add it after she drained off the fat. Oh, well, she cracked 3 eggs in a bowl and added water, beat them well and -- You guessed it. She poured it over the crisp crust (now on the top since she's flipped it over) and started mixing it in.

That's when we knew we need to hire a chef. Before she tries to cook anything else for us. We mean, just look at this .... this ..... what is it?



Percy started typing up an ad for a chef for us before the .... the .... finished cooking.

And then -- horrors -- she spooned some in our bowls and set them aside to cool. Oh, no, she was going to make us eat that .... that.... When it cooled, she tossed in some crunchies and set the bowls on the floor. We all turned our noses up and refused to eat!

Okay, we're pulling your paw. We ate every bite and licked our bowls clean.

So, we hope you'll forgive us, but we're rescinding our ad for a chef. We won't be hiring after all. We decided we'll keep Jan. At least until this .... this .... runs out.

Maybe she'll try cat food next. But the kitties are hoping she won't. Cats are finicky eaters.

(s) Buddy, Merci & Sam

Merci 's Model Prize

Merci's prize package for the Next Dog Model Contest arrived. Yesterday Percy tried to steal the edible contents and Crystal tried to stuff himself into the box. As small as he is now, he wouldn't have fit if the box had been empty. But he claimed it by rubbing his scent all over it. So this morning Jan got her act together and took some pictures for us.

Merci's prize package included an Our Pets Hers stuffed pink bone, one Endless Sky all natural Bullybell chew and a sample package of Grandma Lucy's frieze dried and baked pet treats.

Merci: Pssst, Sam, you and Buddy are in my publicity shot.

Sam and Buddy taking over the shoot to check out the contents.


Sam: Hey, Percy, you aren't even a dog. Why are you checking out the bullystick?


Merci: At least I get to taste the first treat. I think I'll go enjoy it elsewhere.


Buddy: For crying out loud, let go of it Jan!


Sam: Yeah, what Buddy said. Release the treat, Jan!


Merci: Coming outside is the only way to have a moment alone with my new toy. But, Jan, it's too hot to play. Can we go back inside? I'll play with it later, when it's cooler.

Merci: Thank you, Baby Patches, for holding the contest and choosing the neat prizes. My favorite prize is seeing my picture in your header. It's kind of neat to be a model. especially since I was always afraid of the camera flash. Of course, I'm not in Daisy the Curly Cat's class, but it was fun.

3 Eyed Cameron and Chihuahuas

First, the latest on the Chihuahuas. We stopped by the mill this morning and were told Animal Control was called yesterday regarding a trap but evidently the county shelter instead of city animal control. However, the tan and white dog has not been seen since it ran across the street into the bushes Friday, so it is possible the dog is no longer at the mill. The dog could hide forever in that undergrowth. So we aren't expecting any more news for a while.

Because of the ... shall we call it tension between the shelter and the Humane Society, Jan has not called the shelter to ask about the chocolate Chihuahua that hasn't been seen since the first night. Today, she had opportunity to speak to city Animal Control and learned a chocolate Chihuahua was picked up in the Walgreen's parking lot last week. Whether it has been adopted or put down is something we can't answer. Nor can city AC since it doesn't have any say at the shelter. What we do know is that if this tan and white one is caught, it will be put down without a chance of adoption because it growled at the mill crew trying to catch it last week. So right now, we're hoping it will find someone on its own and make friends so it can be helped -- not turned in to the shelter. Time will tell. We wish it the best!

And after so much sadness around the blogs the last week or two, we decided a moment of comic relief is in order. Rocky Creek Scottie Adventures is having a contest. All you have to do is post a picture sticking out your tongue. So, purely by accident, we found an appropriate entry today when Jan downloaded the camera.


Yep, it's a 3-eyed Cameron! But his tongue is showing, so it counts, doesn't it?

Maybe next time he'll listen when Jan tells him to sit still.