Dry Ground, Julie Metz and Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal

Just need to step over this grass...don't know if it was cut this week...keeps poking up and scratching my legs. Haven't got much protection since that last shave, but its starting to grow back. Not far now, nearly up to the washing line. Creep along this stone edge and hey...here we are. Mmm, just need to sniff out a little nice patch. here...no, went there yesterday. Sniff, sniff..this will do, dry and soft earth. Okay knickers down and sit...ah that feels good. Lets have a look and see what we've got...mmm...not too bad, just need to cover it up. Done. Shake the last bits of garden out of my paw and back to a cozy spot to sleep. Actually, I think I'll have a little read from 'Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz, before I go to sleep.

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Dr.Mehmet Oz and a lack of Sun

Not too happy this weekend. Not much sun. Not even a little place to sit and soak up some warmth. I sat outside at the corner of the house this afternoon and called out. Just called out to anyone, but not one single person came and got me. Not happy today! And then there is that guy Dr. Mehmet OZ talking about loosing weight. Why can't he talk about keeping warm? Thats one reason we have a little extra in winter...to keep warm. Guess he's not as clever as he thinks if he doesn't know that.

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Thinking of Rielle Hunter and John Edward

I crept in the other night and got caught again. Couldn't find my back out and there was no food on offer. Sometimes they just don't know how important it is to get food first. Not happy with the portion size so I'll have to sort that out with the management. Had to wait until supper time for more food. Dad would get up then Mum. They would both shuffle papers, put the kettle on and do all sorts of tiny activities, but still no supper! I kept going to our apartment door and peered in to glance at the dinner table, but still nothing in the bowls. I did this several times and it got quite boring. For a long time I stared at Dad with hungry thoughts. He just looked at me and then turned back to the TV. I decided to take root in the apartment even though it was dark. If I stayed close to the door I could either escape or be first at the table. I was miles away thinking of Rielle Hunter and John Edward when Dad peered around the door and went BOO! I nearly shit myself! It really made me jump so I gave him this feeble strained hiss that wouldn't scare a leaf. He really made me jump. So when I had my supper I did a real big smelly poo in the tray. Only thing is I forgot the tray is in our apartment so it wasn't too pleasant for a while!

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Melissa Etheridge and Me!

The evenings are getting darker now so I can get a bit closer to the house and look in to see whats happening without being noticed. I did that last night. I just thought I would keep an eye on Dad because as soon as I come in he closes the door and I'm stuck. The only point of getting in the house is to have dinner. It looked safe so I got a bit closer. If they aren't watching I've sometimes been able to get in, have my dinner and shoot out again before they see me. I crept in last night. Dad was at his desk and Mum was zipping around the house somewhere. I darted to the dinner table, but there was nothing in the bowls. Heck! I ran to the back door, but Dad had already closed it...Heck! Fooled again. Now I've got to put up with Mum's new CD by some woman called Melissa Etheridge. It's blaring away and I've got my paws in my ears. Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow.

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