Thursday, September 8, 2011

off topic

Why would the insurance company send me a page in the middle of my bill with the words "This page left intentionally blank"?  For one thing--IT'S NOT BLANK.  And why send it at all?  Appearantly, someone was confused by the previously blank page, so they explained that it was perposefully blank to customers after that...but not WHY it's there at all.

I guess some mysteries were not ment to be solved.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The importance of being Yukon

Yukon here ~~Intruders!!!  In the middle of the night!!!  I was minding my own business when what did I discover, clinging to a flimsy branch dangling above my back yard?  A possum!!  How dare that varmint tresspass?  I know, I know, mom has us being friendly with opussums in her book, but that's just fantasy!!!

I was jumping up trying to get the furry rodent when Gretchen got in my way and I landed on her.  She was pretty riled up barking at the intruder, too, so when I landed on her she said some pretty mean things and acted like she was gonna rip off my face.  I yelled right back in her face.  Mom was yelling out the window for us to stop, but me and Gretchen don't fight the same as Gretchen and Penne used to.  I snarled and snapped in Gretchen's face until she backed off, and then I walked away.  Nothing is worth a trip to the emergency VET!!!  Besides, I don't fight with girls...it wouldn't be fair.  Mom made us come inside, saying the neighbors must all have heard us.....Well, GOOD.  They all need to know that enemy infiltrators are among us.

By this time everyone was wide awake, so mom called dad at work and told him what happened. Me and Gretchen were still worked up, so we played tug-of-war for a while to get ourselves sorted out and calmed back down.  I asked mom a bunch of times if I could go back out and make sure that thing left our tree, but she didn't understand what I wanted.  Or maybe she was pretending not to know....somehow that seems more likely.  After a million times of me asking to go out and mom ignoring me, we all went back to bed and watched a stupid movie for awhile, then mom turned off the tv and we all got some shut-eye.
Yerz ever, Yukon-the-protector at your service

Friday, September 2, 2011

Dances with Squirrels

This afternoon, I looked out the office window to see Yukon prancing about on his hind legs and looking vacantly into the air with a goofy grin on his face.  If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was high!  But I did know better.  Yukon was actually looking at the roof above my window, where a squirrel was busily eating seeds from the rain gutter.  (I could see about three inches of squirrel tail dangling from the eaves.)  He hopped back and forth a few times, even ran up onto the porch, but decided against taking an ill informed flying leap.  To further torment my big brownie, the fur-tailed rat walked hand-over-hand across the electric lines that span my back yard, bringing Yukonski to a frothing frenzy.  That little rodent was trying to kill my dog!!!  It's over 98 degrees out there.  I called Yukon inside and he went straight to the water bowl, even though he's got two 5gallon water jugs outside on the porch.

Then my smart doggy went to lay on the linoleum floor right in front of the air conditioning vent.  I love that lunk-head boy.  KIM

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Extra Snuggles

I wouldn't admit this to just everybody.....but I been suckin up to dad, lately.  It's so funny.  He doesn't know what I'm up to.  Last night in the office, I rubbed my head all over him and gave him the full weight lean-hug.  That made his office chair roll away from the desk, but he just laughed.

A lot of good it did me, though.  At bed time, it was still, "On the couch, Yukon.  Good-night."  Which I guess is better than Gretchen's flat, "Crate." and getting locked in.....but then, I just bust out anyhow.  I've taught my people that much, at least.  No sense in lockin up the big guy.  It just doesn't work!

Oh, those luscious looking rabbits have a whole room to themselves.  Mom even made a new floor for them, so their pee doesn't soak into the wood floor.  I know mom's sent-blind, but doggone them bunnies smell good.
Yerz, and behavin myself,
Yukon