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Wrooooooooo, furends! OMDOG, I had SO much FUN last night! The Girl isn't sure exactly what happened, and I'm not telling. The things that are known are: The Girl was downstairs and the Roomie was either in the bathroom or her bedroom. I was left unsupervised in the living room, with the Min Pins and the CATS!


All of a sudden, there was a great clatter, and I was wroooooo-ing my cat serenade. The Pins were barking, and the Roomie ran into the living room. She found me (and Cleo) in the corner; I had Cleo pinned down behind a dining room chair and the big indoor house tree. The Pins were going crazy and I was having the MOST FUN EVER!


The Roomie had a very hard time grabbing my collar, because I was using EVASIVE MANOUVERS. I tromped on her toe for good measure, buying myself more time for FUN!


The Roomie had just captured me and was dragging me to the stairs. The Girl came up the stairs and ordered me down into our bedroom. She followed me, and locked me in. She said I was in EXILE. (At least she was in there with me.) The Pins kept barking, and every time I heard a sound from upstairs, I had to wroooooooooo or make my grumpy sound. And jump up against the door to try to get out. I don't understand why sometimes I can push the door with my nose and it opens, and other times it just seems to be shut even more.


After about an hour, I was still totally vigilant, totally ready to leap to the door at the slightest sound. The Girl made me stay in the room ALONE while she went upstairs to make sure evfurrybody up there was okay.


Lo and behold, the Roomie was on the floor, trying to coax Hailey out from under the couch. Sometime during the seconds when I was totally unsupervised, she got off the scratching post, too, only she went for the bunker under the couch. The Girl and the Roomie suspect that one or the other of the cats (or both) forgot I was in the room and started down off the scratching post. I noticed and it was GAME ON!


Anyway, eventually Hailey came out from under the couch. The Pins has been locked in the Roomie's bedroom while the Roomie worked on Hailey, and they got let out. I, on the other hand, remained in EXILE.


The only injury during the incident was to the Roomie's toe. Sorry, Roomie!


I had the BEST TIME! OMDOG, it was so fun! Unfortunately, neither the Roomie nor The Girl had the presence of mind to take pictures, so you'll just have to imagine the glory of it all. To help you, here are some pictures to remind you what Hailey and Cleo look like.



This is what they usually look like, perched up on the ceiling-high scratching post. The orange and white cat is Cleo, and the grey and orange one is Hailey.



This is how the cats look when they are heading on off the post. This is a picture of Hailey from a long time ago.



Anywroo, it was a MOST exciting evening!!!



In other news, I have received many compliments on the picture that used to be my header, the one where I have an Elvis sneer. Stella even asked me to ask The Girl to put it back up! Well, she didn't do that yet, but she played around and created a new picture, especially for you, Stella!!!




BOL, isn't it great?!



Today, it was warmer outside (only -3), so I was allowed to stay outside for a little bit. I heard our teenaged neighbours, and I raced to the back of the yard, barking my little brown head off! Their black Lab and I ran the fences and barked at each other (it's been so long since we've even seen each other!), and I bounded through the snow like some kind of deer, The Girl says. Of course, she didn't get pictures of that, either. Sigh.



The Girl is going to make me a compromise, she says. The longer she procrastinates about us visiting evfurrybody's bloggies, the more and more entries there are, and the behinder and behinder we get. So, after a very FEEBLE attempt on the weekend to catch up, she has decided that we will start reading evfurrybody's most recent posts, and then if "we" have time, we might catch up on the ones we missed.


I, for one, don't know how this is a compromise! There was no negotiation whatsoever. I think this is more of an executive decision by the one with hands than a compromise. But until I figure out a way to work the pooter on my own, I guess I have to accept it. Wroo. See you all soon, I'll be the doggy who has no idea what's going on with my furends.

Cat TV

Wrooooo, everypuppy and kitty, it's me, Dannan. I wanted to share with you one of my favourite activities. Especially after all that Min Pin ridiculousness yesterday!

Sometimes in the evening, when I'm not getting my belly rubbed and being Upside Down, I watch Cat TV. This is what it looks like:

Me, watching Cat TV.

What I see. (Note the laser eyes I'm getting from Hailey. They don't work on me, fortunately.)

Again, what I do:

And what I see:

Me:

Cat TV:

Me:

Cat TV:

And me:

Cat TV:

When I'm upstairs, the cats always stay either in The Roomie's bedroom, or on the scratching post. Despite what you may think, the pictures above are all different; The Girl didn't just copy and paste the same one over again!


I can watch Cat TV for hours. Just in case something happens. Sometimes, one of the cats will take a bath! Or eat some kibble (they have a dish up there; sometimes, kitty kibble falls to the floor, but one of the Min Pins usually gets to it first). Sometimes, Cleo forgets that I'm in the room and starts to climb down. That is very exciting! I wish I had one of those TiVo thingies, so I could just replay that over and over again. I am not allowed to have a cat, even though it is my fondest wish.

freaky laser eye collection

I was just noticing how I've got all these pictures of Dannan with the laser-eye-thing going on. I though I would share them (since I haven't got anything new, LOL).

Upside down lasers

Lasers while saying "wroooooo"

Another upside down laser shot, not quite as dark and eerie :)

Upside down, laser eyes, and crazy whale-eye...

Laser eyes while he's chillin' with his buddy, Jay:

The Rarely Photographed Laser-Eyed Cheese Catcher:

Even from the side, my boy can shoot lasers from his eyes!

Dannan is sulking in his bedroom right now. He's not allowed to have a cat, which is his fondest desire. In particular, he would like this cat:

This cat is Cleo, and she is my favourite cat in the whole wide world. She is very timid and afraid of everything, except (oddly enough) Dannan. She doesn't want him to play with her or chase her, but she's not scared of him. She is, however, afraid of sudden movements:





















But she's lovely, all the same. Not a bad choice, Dannan, if you are going to choose a cat. If you chose this one:
























you'd be in big trouble! This is Hailey, who is a bad-natured cat who doesn't really like me (or Dannan) very much at all. The Roomie always thinks it's funny that I could assess the biggest, baddest, scariest looking dog at the SPCA and not think twice, but I am terrified of Hailey.


We figured when I brought Dannan home that it would take about 2.3 seconds for Hailey to give Dannan a good swat and end his fascination with cats. Well, it's been 3.5 years, and although she hisses and swears at him, she's never laid so much as a paw on him. Dannan delights in chasing her, and she always runs to the scratching post, leaps to the top, turns around and tells him off good (from seven feet above!).


But she does have some good laser eyes of her own:

khavana

Today, I am devoting my post to Khavana, a.k.a. Khavana Banana, Banana-dog, Banana-head, and Khav. Khavana is eight years old, and she truly is as cute as can be. You, dear reader, will not be able to tell that, because of two factors. One, I am an indifferent photographer at best (which I believe I've mentioned at least a dozen times by now). And two, because Khavana is the most un-photogenic dog I have ever encountered. She looks so adorable, so we snap a picture, but the picture does not reflect her real self. Ever.

So last night, she had been outside having a blast, and came in with her super-cute grin that she wears when she's had the Best Time Ever. The following collection of sad photos are my attempts to capture the cuteness of Khav. And as you will see, my attempts failed dramatically.

In the first picture, we see that Khavana is just like all the other dogs and children in the world, in that she does the exact opposite of what you want them to do when you take their picture.

In this picture, she is sending me nasty messages in her brain.

She appeals to her Mom, make the crazy lady stop!

She is so overcome by the horrors. she has fallen over.

Well, at least her mouth is open in this shot...

I thinks she's swearing at me.

Definitely complaining to Karen about what I'm subjecting her to.

If I wish really hard, her head will explode....

You can't see it here, but Karen is trying really hard to distract Khavana from the fact I'm taking her picture, because as soon as her attention is away from me, she resumes grinning. While I'm waiting for the camera to get itself ready for a new shot. When I can't actually take a shot.

I think this is as close as I can get...

Screwed-up face again...

Stop testing me, woman. You will live to regret it!

The final attempt. Which is actually pretty cute, but soooo not what I was trying to capture!

Also, today is Lexi's birthday, so happy day, little one. She's five! And it is also Karen's cat's tenth birthday, so happy day to Hailey, too.


Because I'm on my new laptop, and I have so far been too busy playing around to transfer over all the pictures from Karen's laptop, there are no pictures of Hailey to post. But here's a cute one of Lexi: