Baking Invisible Biscuits

Buddy:  You look a bit disgruntled, Rusty.  What's the problem?

Rusty:  Jan is the problem.  Her and that flashy box she keeps aiming at us.  We don't have any privacy any more.

Buddy:  You want me to break the camera?

Rusty:  Oh, no!  If you do, she will complain until we want to shove her out a window.  Preferably the one with the long drop to the ground. 

Buddy:  I'm not sure if you're sleeping or crying in this one.

Rusty:  I was making biscuits.  The bed is so soft and warm.

Buddy:  And in this one, are you trying to look humble?

Rusty:  Actually, the smell of those biscuits baking wafting through the house almost put me into a stupor.

Buddy:  But you don't actually make biscuits.  You just knead invisible dough.  So there's no baking aroma.

Rusty:  If I can create invisible biscuits, I can bake invisible biscuits, and their aroma is heavenly!

Buddy:  In that case, can I buy half a dozen for a snack?

Rusty:  Certainly.

Buddy:  Here's some cash.  Will this cover them?

Rusty:  I don't see anything.  Your cash must be invisible. 

Buddy:  I'm buying invisible biscuits.

Note:  Our internet was broken AGAIN all day yesterday! Our ISP needs to get its act together!

Jamison from The Adventures of Noodle crossed the bridge Monday after battling for his life for two weeks.  Christmas the dachshund is hosting Purrs for Jamison Day today.  It is a day to pay tribute to Jamison and honor his life.  Mayor Arty has been kind enough to set up a blog hop for everyone to link to on Friday, so please click here to join the hop!

We did not know Jamison well but we know he is missed by his family and friends, so we are posting his badge and links.

On December 28, 2016 Blogville lit a candle to honor Easy theWeimaraner, one of Blogville's beloved, and to remember all the others Blogville has lost.  It was too close to Sam's 1 year anniversary and we didn't post it.  But we do now - for Easy and for all.








We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.

Capital Hockeysticks

Cyndi:  Who is this dog?

Merci:  Do you remember when we dogs were attacked on a walk about three weeks ago?  (Rescued)

Cyndi:  Yes.  Was this one of the dogs?

Merci:  At the time Buddy and I were too terrified to remember anything, but the next day Marcus reminded us that this dog was often tied in the front yard when we walked on the other side of the street. And it had gotten to where it was so highly excited when it saw us, it would keep racing to the end of it's tether and leap into the air barking like crazy.  A day or two before, Jan commented that she hoped the dog would never get loose because we seemed to upset it.

Cyndi:  It's a funny looking dog.

Merci:  Yes, it is.  It's been moved to the back side of the yard.  There's a drop there and he can hear us but he can't see us unless he jumps.  So when we get about half a block away, he starts leaping into the air.  He looks so funny appearing and disappearing.  Jan had to take the pictures with the zoom and of course she can't see what she's taking a picture of, so out of three photos, we have 1 3/4 pictures of him.

Cyndi:  You three have too many adventures for me.  I'm happy to stay home.

Merci:  He seems a bit calmer back there.  Perhaps all that leaping exercise tires him out.  He has a family and the kids love him (or her), so we hope he and Marcus never come face to face again.  Jan sure hopes that.  She is old and as she has said, it hurts like "capital hockeysticks" to be yanked around like that.

Cyndi:  I think we would all be in agreement if I say what we're thankful for this week is that we're together, our tummies are full, we have heat, and our phone and internet are working.

Merci:  Unless they're broken again.  What?  I'm just saying.


We are joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home. 

The Chicken Caper

Marcus:  I had nothing to do with this.  NOTHING!  I am totally innocent.

Taylor:  What didn't you do this time?

Marcus:  Jan set the package of chicken on the kitchen table and went to answer the phone.  When she came back, the package had holes in it, most noticeably a huge hole.

Taylor:  So why are you hollering your innocence?

Marcus:  Because I get blamed for everything around here and I didn't do this.

Taylor:  Of course you didn't.  We all know who did.

Marcus:  You mean Jan put those claw holes in there and ripped a hole in the package?

Taylor:  No.  Jan found the ripped package, then put it back down to go let you and Buddy outside.  When she came back, she found a piece of chicken missing.  You weren't even in the room at the time.

Marcus:  Then who did?

Taylor:  Micah.   You know he steals anything edible, hot or cold, cooked or raw.

Marcus:  So I'm not in trouble for this?

Taylor:  Of course not.

Marcus:  What a relief!   And I hope Jan doesn't think I stole the cookie off her plate while she was away from the computer.

Taylor:  Why would she think that?

Marcus:  Oh, I don't know.  Perhaps because -

Taylor:  Because you stole it!

Marcus:  Well, maybe.  But I didn't have anything to do with the chicken!

More Sense Versus More Heat

Micah:  Dogs are weird.

Buddy:  Hey, who are you calling weird?

Micah:  You and Marcus. 

Buddy:  You'd better have a good reason for that!

Micah:  I do.  Merci is old and when animals get old, their bladder sometimes goes wonky. 

Buddy:  My bladder is fine.  Usually.

Micah:  But yesterday morning while you slept under your quilt on the big bed, Jan yelled for Merci to get up and go outside with Marcus.  Merci did.  However, as Jan soon discovered, Jan evidently startled her awake and Merci had an accident in her bed.

Buddy:  That's Jan's fault for yelling at her.

Micah:  But if she doesn't yell, Merci doesn't hear her.  Jan understood Merci didn't do it deliberately so she quietly took the bed outside to wash the urine out of it.  It was so cold, she brought the bed back inside to dry and put it in front of the heater.  It wasn't long before she turned around to see this.

Buddy:  Yes, Marcus assumed the bed was in front of the heater so he could stay warm.

Micah:  But the bed was still damp.

Buddy:  So?  

Micah:  So you got jealous and went to sit beside Jan and stare at her so she would think you needed to go out.  Then when she opened the back door and Marcus ran outside, she turned around and there you were in the bed Marcus had been sleeping in.

Buddy:  Yes, I'm crafty that way. 

Micah:  But the bed was damp!  A cat would never curl up in a damp bed.

Buddy:  Not even in front of the heat?

Micah:  No, we have more sense.

Buddy:  You were huddled near a pilot light on the stove.  I lay warm and toasty in front of the heater.  I might not have more sense but I sure had more heat!