The Hounds of The Season

While mama wasn't looking , we three climbed onto the bench in front of her computer to type out why WE are so happy to be here and what WE are grateful for.



Rosie is doing the typing...being the only bitch in the group she of course took over. Ham and Charlie are left to add in when she lets them Thank goodness I have watched mama type enough blogs to know how to use spellcheck. I just hope my talons(as she calls them) can navigate this tiny key board.

We are the luckiest dogs in the world...paws down.

Yeah...the others feed us but mama is the one that makes sure we always have fresh water. How hard is it to rinse out a bowl and let some fresh water run in it? Obviously very hard since none of our other owners seem to do it. That faucet must be a pretty tricky contraption.

Our mama lets us all sleep right beside her in the bed...as soon as her husband gets up. She makes us stay on his side but we don't care. He seems to smell pretty good and he has a real nice pillow that we fight over.

When it is raining outside, mama lets us in right off the bat and wipes all twelve of our paws. She wipes the slobber off our faces although we thought that was one of our most endearing traits. Nothing says "I'm happy" like a drool of slobber dripping off our mouth.

When she comes home from work, we are the first to hear her. We hear her car coming down the street, turning in the drive way and before she can get out of her car we are clustered at the back door waiting for her to open it and say hello.

If she goes upstairs...we go upstairs. If she goes upstairs and then back downstairs immediately so do we. If she shuts the bathroom door but leaves it cracked we can wedge our nose in and get it open and all three of us prance inside and stand in the bathroom with her. We think she really likes that because she always says "For Pete's sake" and that is one of her favorite things to say.

When she is on her computer we all three lay around her feet (they smell really good to us) and do not leave until she gets up from her bench.

She can be strict...like when the two idiot males (thank goodness they can't read) get in a fight. She has watched so much Dog Whisperer that she has finally figured out how to keep them from fighting....and we haven't had a brawl in quite a while.

BALLS...what is it about them that makes you so stupid?

We know she is going to her sister's house for Thanksgiving but know she will leave us inside and come back in time to let us out before doofus Charlie needs to go out. Me and Ham can stay in all day and not mess anything up ...Charlie is still a pup (only two) and can get into quite a bit of trouble if left on his own (just like his daddy, TJ.)

It's a "dog's life" around here and we all enjoy it very much.

Hey!! At least we aren't getting bad grades or sucking her dry. We don't ask for much...just a pat on the head or a rub on the stomach and we're good.

I think she loves us too...I can see it in her face and we can all tell when she needs us to just lay beside her and keep her company. We love our mama.

While she is away on Thanksgiving we will just kick back a couple of bowls of water and lick her work shoes (they taste JUST like steak) and know she will be back to take care of us before the water bowl runs dry.

THAT IS WHAT WE ARE GRATEFUL FOR.

Charlie is trying to hump me so I have to go kick his squatty butt...

Til next time...Rosie Cotton