Poop Scooping Thankful

Percy:  I remember this picture from July, but why we are posting this today?

Buddy:  Because when Jan walked outside to take this picture, the sky was dark as the storm moved in around us, but there in the midst of the storm clouds the sun was shining.

Cyndi:  Oh, right, and Jan said this would be a good reminder that there is hope even in the midst of a storm.

Percy:  I get it now  This is Thankful Thursday, a perfect time to post an uplifting storm picture.

Buddy:  We are also thankful for a sweet neighbor who gave us her two old modems when she switched to cable.  Our modem died a few months ago and the neighbor's oldest modem was dead Monday morning when Jan turned on the computer.  We hope her newer one will last us a long time!

Cyndi:  And we're thankful for our friend who has helped us with so many things over the years, including the bright pink shoes Jan has been wearing on our walks for a while.

Percy:  And we can't forget the kind, generous blogger who surprised us with a shipment of dog and cat food.

Buddy:  Or the friend who gives Jan a ride to Walmart and church when she can.

Cyndi:  Mr. Doug gives her an occasional ride to Walmart too, but.Jan gets awfully bored stuck at home all the time.  I can't imagine why.  She has us to keep her company.

Marcus:  How could Jan be bored?  We keep her busy.

Percy:  I don't think poop scooping rates high on the thankful scale, Marcus.

Marcus:  It should!  If there was no poop to scoop, there would be no Funny Farm.

Buddy:  For once you're making sense, Marcus.

Marcus:  If she doubles our food, we could poop more often.  That should give us Funny Farm security.

Cyndi:  You should have stopped while you were still making sense!


We're joining Pepi Smart Dog for today's Thankful Thursday blog hop. 

Natural Balance LID

Taylor:  Hey, Rusty,  Jan just pushed this box in the spot where I was sleeping.  Help me shove it to the floor so I can finish my nap.

Rusty:  I don't think you want to shove those cans to the floor.  We're supposed to taste test the contents.

Taylor:  Oh, good.  What is it?

Rusty:  Let's see.  It's Dick Van Patten's Natural Balance LID, or Limited Ingredient Diets, canned cat food..  There are six formulas.  We received the chicken & green pea formula in 3 ounce cans.

Taylor:  You mean there are only two ingredients?

Rusty:  No.  It has chicken, chicken broth, chicken liver, ground peas, pea protein, chicken meal, natural flavor and numerous vitamins and minerals.  Click on the above Natural Balance link for a complete list of ingredients.  I guess it does have only two main ingredients.

Taylor:  I see Chewy lists the key benefits as:

    Grain-free recipe.
    Single source animal protein & limited carbohydrate sources.
    High-quality nutrition for skin & coat health.
    Contains nutrients, vitamins & minerals.
    No artificial flavors or colors.
    Complete & balanced for all life stages.

Rusty:  Let's try some.

Micah:  Tastes good to me.

Cyndi:  Jan always adds water to canned food to help us drink more.  She added just the right amount  today. 

Taylor:  What's the problem, Rusty?  You're not eating.

Rusty:  Jan knows I like my wet food served with a sprinkle of crunchies on top.  Hey, Jan, where are my crunchies!

Percy:  It's about time I get my share. I'm always served last any more.  Just because I want to dine on the desk doesn't mean my breakfast should be served late!

Taylor:  We are all enjoying the Natural Balance LID cat food.  Rusty and Percy prefer theirs served with a sprinkle of crunchies on top, but the rest of us eat it naked.

Micah:  Are you referring to us or to the food when you use the word "naked"?

Cyndi:  I think Taylor is referring to the food.  Are we supposed to say "naked" in a food review?

Percy:  Probably not, but I doubt Jan would put a hat on it before serving.


We were provided the cat food for review by Chewy.com.  We received no other compensation and any opinions expressed are entirely our own.

Great Eggshell Riot

Percy:  Sit still, Marcus!  I'm getting dizzy watching you. 

Marcus:  I can't sit still.  Too much to do.  I've got to snoopervise Jan.  She can't accomplish anything without me.

Percy:  That's odd.  I was under the impression she can't accomplish anything with you underfoot.

Marcus:  I've got to pick up poop in the yard, scoop the litter pans, get the coffee ready to brew  --

Percy:  You don't do any of those things.  Ripping the trash bag when Jan tries to take it out of the house is more your brand of help.  Remember the eggshell fiasco in the living room Saturday?  That was your idea of help.

Marcus:  Well, I made sure those eggs shells were dead!

Percy:  You mean you made sure they were spread. 

Marcus:  Spread.  Dead.  What's the difference?   Jan had nothing to fear from them after I showed them who's boss.

Percy:   She had nothing to fear from them before you ripped a hole in the trash bag as she walked by.

Marcus:   You don't know that.  Haven't you heard of the Great Eggshell Riot of 1923?

Percy:  No.  And neither have you!

Marcus:  Well, I could have -

Percy:  - if eggshells could riot.

Micah's Gotcha Birthday

Rusty:  We don't usually post on the weekend any more, but we can't let Micah's special day pass unnoticed.  This is Micah's 4th Gotcha Day, and since we don't know when he was born, we just celebrate this special day as his birthday too.  He is about 5 or 6 years of age now.

Cyndi:  Happy 4th Gotcha 5th/6th Birthday, Micah!

Taylor:  That's quite a mouthful, Cyndi.  Let's just celebrate!



We would like to add a note regarding yesterday's post, Headless and Wing Flapping.  From the comments and emails received, we are certain the headless bird is a hawk.  We're not positive what type.

Merci:  Even though they're not the greatest pictures, after what she had to do to get the shots, Jan is pretty pleased with the end results.

Buddy:  An obvious question is, if the hawk turned around, why didn't Jan just walk around the tree where she could  get a front shot of the bird - hopefully with a head?  The answer is that in order to walk around the tree, Jan would have had to climb an 8-foot high fence with barbed wire on top while carrying three dogs.  If she survived the climb - and the fall - she would have been arrested for trespassing on private property.  We couldn't afford to pay her bail, so we're content with a decapitated hawk and ruffled feathers.