Cats and Dogs

I don't want to compare cats and dogs, of course, because that would be like comparing, you know, chewies and dog bones. You just don't want to have to choose. A sensible creature likes 'em both.

But I'll say one thing for my species. We're good for a nice, long walk. Love 'em, in fact. And we can definitely be counted on to keep up the pace. No impulsive disappearance for a little catnap in the first cozy bit of sun like - okay, I said I wouldn't compare. But we keep the pace, we dogs do.

Well, that is, until we find some good grass to chew on.


Or a smell that's really, really interesting, the kind that makes you look like you're solving some advanced mathematical calculation all in your head.


Which who's to say we're not?

Of course, that kind of stopping and starting can make a dog look like he isn't keeping up the pace, like I said dogs do. So. Well... well, maybe dogs and cats aren't so different. Did I say we were different? Truth of the matter is we pretty much enjoy the same things. Sniffin' and snoozin' and explorin' and cuddlin' - we have a lot more in common than the average two-legger thinks.

Doggie Pride

Okay, so the blog - it's not just about the French chick. It's also a matter of pride. I mean, see those two above? She calls them her "grandkitties."

Yep, those are my... nephews, I guess I have to call them. Dunkalouie and Nienkaylo. I mean - the names?? Did you ever hear a weirder couple of names? Nate says he named them after two cartoon characters, but they sure don't sound like Super Heroes to me. Not like Underdog. Now there's a hero.


The fact is the CATS of the world think they've got it going down. I mean, have you taken a look at all the blogs those felines have? There's Dennis, and Ched, and Eddy, and who knows who else. What about the canines of the world - what are we, chopped liver?

Hmmm. That sounds good. That sounds really good.

I wonder what's for dinner.

Somebody's Birthday!

Nope, not mine. But I'm here because of him (that's his lap, above). And it's HIS birthday.

That's right. He was the one who saw me at Pets and Pals with Nat that day about ten and a half years ago. Amirsey-Doats had been saying for a long time she wanted a puppy and there I was - you betch your life, the doggie of her dreams.

And not just ANY doggie, but the cutest, most adorable ball of golden fluff you ever saw.

If I say so myself.

But, hey. This isn't supposed to be about ME. At least not yet. Word was there's some kind of admiring blog starting up on my (modest) behalf. I figured I'd just go right ahead and start one myself, because, you know, everyone needs to be the founder of their own fang club in life.

Pronounced fan, of course, for you English speakers. But I kind of like the silent "g" effect. Sounds so very sophisticated, so ... French (which we know is the crème de la crème of sophisticated-sounding languages). As a matter of fact, the Birthday Boy lived in in Monastier-sur-Gazeille near Le Puy and studied at L'Institut d'Etudes Politiques in Paris for a couple of years in the seventies. His French is pretty good.

Plus, there's this chick, Cybele, over in Graulhet. Really, really cute. I'm thinking if I just brush up my skills a little... ooh, now there's an idea. I'll fetch the brush, and maybe one of my humans will get the idea.

Oooh. Ooh la-la....