Spotlight Thursday – Meet Leia, Raven, Pepper, Michael and Precious

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY.  This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better.  Some of them, you may already know.  We hope that you enjoy this series!

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Name:  

Leia: Well, there’s a lot of us, so who goes-

Raven: FIRST!

Pepper: Very mature, kid.

Michael: Have ya’ll ever noticed that your heads can fit in my mouth? How weird is that?

Precious: Will this take long? I haven’t seen the inside of my eyelids in a very long time.

Age:  

Pepper: Um, let’s see. Oldest to youngest? In that case Precious is –

Precious: Still young enough to kick your multi-colored tail if you finish that sentence.

Raven: I find it very odd that we all can tell time yet none of us can even read.

Michael: I’m sixteen months old. Not sure what a month is, but I am sixteen of them.

Leia: Oh for crying out loud. Precious is 12, Pepper is 6, I’m 5, and Raven is 8 months.

Location:  

Leia: I believe we’re in Houston.

Raven: Not exactly Houston. Well, it’s close enough.

Precious: Humble, we’re in Humble.

Pepper: Like, being humble, meek, lowly and that stuff?

Michael: Weird name for a place. I think it’s pronounced “umble” though.

Raven: That’s not how you say “humble”.

Michael: Dude, I know. 

Web/Blog Page:  http://Walkingthroughpain.com

Leia: You should check it out. Or else!

Pepper: Did you just threaten the audience?

Michael: What’s an audience?

Precious: It’s the people who will be reading this later.

Raven: So why not just call them people?

ALL: Ohhhh……

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  

Michael: I was tearing it up with some of my bros, when all of a sudden…

Raven: These enormous hands came in and grabbed me...

Pepper: Next thing I knew, these faces were looking down on me…

Leia: And they hugged me and gave me food and let me chase the cats…

Precious: I infiltrated the male human’s domicile nigh on a decade ago, feigning an injured paw and utilizing my notable skills of stealth and deception in order to set myself up as the veritable queen of this domicile.

Michael: Pepper told me you got beat up and sounded like a tiny little kitten and daddy fed you scraps of –

Precious: Silence demon fluff dog!

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?   

Leia: I’ve got an anxiety problem. I literally ate holes in the walls. And, well, mom and dad still kept me around.  That was unexpected.

Raven: I had a pretty bad rash on my side that really messed up the daily schedule for not only my parents, but for my brother and sisters. Sorry, guys.

Pepper: I think I’ve always known that mom and dad were going to be there for me. Then again, I was the cat equivalent of a toddler when they brought me home.

Precious: As my younger canine companion so eloquently stated earlier, I was in all senses of the word, a rescue. Dad found me one night with an injured paw, took me in, and the rest is history.

Michael: The first night I was brought home. They wouldn’t stop recording me. They had these big, goofy grins on their faces.

Leia: Your head fit in my mouth back then.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   

Raven: I really haven’t been here long enough to cause much destruction. I did knock over the lamp a few days ago.

Michael: Did you break it?

Raven: No

Pepper: Doesn’t count.

Leia: I followed mom  and dad into the garage one time and hopped into the car. I thought we were going for a ride! Turns out, we weren’t. I freaked when they tried to get me out, and well, I peed in the car.

Everyone else: Hee, hee, hee.

Leia: Grrrrrrr!

Michael: Now, see, I peed literally every single night when I first came home. I had an excuse: I was a puppy.

Leia: Shut. Up.

Pepper: So when we moved to the house from the apartment a few years ago, we suddenly got these long, soft sheets hanging from the top of the windows –

Leia: Curtains. And you obliterated them.

Pepper: Yeah….those were a lot of fun.

Precious: Years ago, and I don’t remember much for the night was so traumatic, I supposedly walked up and down the hall, howling, and eventually, relieved myself on the floor. Obviously these accusations are baseless.

Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  

Leia: Mom. I just wriggled my way into her heart.

Michael: I was a white ball of fluff, of course mom loves me the most.

Pepper: I am an egalitarian paw wrapper.

Raven: You’re an eagle?

Pepper: Yes Raven, I am an eagle.

Raven: So cool. I’m an eagle, too.

Precious: You’ve got both mom and dad around your paws?

Raven: That, too.

Precious: The human male’s soul is mine and mine alone. Touch him not!

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  

Leia: The biggest misconception is that as a French bulldog, I should be more fancy. Well, I live in the US, sorry to disappoint.

Pepper: Oui.

Michael: The greatest misconception about me is that I will eat anything and everything in my path, leaving a wake of destruction so wide and vast it could only be called apocalyptic. All I want is some good play time and some snoozing.

Raven: The whole black cat stigma.

Precious: You’re not bad luck.

Raven: Exactly.

 

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❤ Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition! ❤

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – ssss safety first is what I always hiss.  My human friend sss says the same thing.  You always buckle upsss the important things in your life when you get into the car.  Anipalsssss are no different.  Remember that my friend – ssss safety first.  Signed Mr. Slithers

Dear Mr. Slithers – Gulps – of course.  I agree strongly with you safety first.  That’s why I would *always* let you ride shot gun up front with the human – always.  In fact, I would go as far as saying I would always let you go with the human period.  I’ll just pass on this ride.  I get car sick at times anyway.  Safe travels to you and yours.  Gulps and slowly backs out of this letter.

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Dear Bacon – My human must die.  There it is.  Plain and simple.  He put this stupid contraption on me and now I look like a cat.  Really?!  A cat?  That’s as creative as you can get my human?  Just wait until you go to sleep and you will go to sleep sometime.  Signed Jax

Dear Jax – Oh my piggy heavens.  Dude, your owner is very brave to dress you up like that and then to take you out in public and THEN to take your picture.  Clicking my tongue.  Yes you are right.  He must pay tonight.

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Dear Bacon – That’s it.  We are ready.  It’s bad enough that we have cats chasing us around the house and inside of the house.  Now when we go out in the field, squirrels are trying to get us too.  This means war.  Bring on the hamster troops.  Cats and squirrels are going down!  Signed Troop End of Destruction

Dear Troop End of Destruction – Pardon me sir but I must ask.  Where do you find those cute little guns and fatigues??  Ok, I know you are trying to look tough but squeals with piggy excitement.  You are just way too cute to be making any havoc out there in the killing fields.  Can’t you solve this war without tragedies?  Come on.  I bet ya’ll can talk this out in a peaceful manner.  Sure  you can!  I have faith.  I can call Dr. Phil for you. I’m sure he can get you on the show.

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Dear Bacon – There I was playing with Mr. Spock and all of a sudden his leg started to spontaneously shoot out white stuffing.  I’m not sure what happened but I knew we needed a medic STAT.  That’s where I jumped in with my scrubs and got to work patching up Mr. Spock.  He didn’t feel a thing during the operation.  And look, his leg will be fine in a couple of days.  It was a close call indeed Mr. Spock.  Signed Dr. Kirk

Dr. Kirk – I know that was a tough call my friend.  Thank goodness nothing beamed you up.  That would have been a tight predicament to be in and oh thank goodness you were on call for the surgery.  Can you imagine how Mr. Spock would look if you had to amputate his little leg?  The horror!

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Dear Bacon – I have got to quick partying all night with the dogs in the neighborhood.  I’m not sure what people are putting in their commodes anymore.  We all went out for a few drinks and the next thing you know, I woke up like this.  Of course my friends took pictures to blackmail me with in the future.  I’m not sure what happened or what her name is.  I need help.  Really I do.  It was a ruff situation this morning doing the walk of shame.  Signed Fido

Dear Fido – Oh dude.  I would say you need therapy.  You gotta stop drinking the strange stuff in commodes.  You just never know what might be in there.  You don’t want a repeat of this night.  Oh my goodness.  Are you going to call her at least?

 

Paw Time with Houdini

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Hello my friends – greetings from me on my couch here at the Hotel Thompson.  I’m happy to report that my lessons on toy destruction from my brother Easy across the pond is coming right along.  I did destroy my hippo this week – of course mom buried him afterwards.  What can I say?  He ain’t that scary when he loses his stuffing – barks!

And this week my new challenge is Gator.  Gator came from Easy and let me tell you.  Right now he is being a worthy opponent.  He is not telling any tales and just like his ancestors – he has a tough skin.  But we shall see how long that lasts with me.

Happy weekend my friends and I leave you of course with Jokes from Daddy.

 

Paw Time with Houdini

Oh my friends – lowers my puppy head.  How was your week?  Me, well as you can see from exhibit A – barks! – I’ve been a bad boy.  You see, I’ve been taking correspondent lessons on toy destruction from Easy across the pond.  I’ve been trying really, REALLY hard to get my timing down just right in how long it takes for my toys to blow up all over the place.  It’s a work in progress.

Well, mommy came home from the worky place one day this week to this picture.  Before she would even pet me, she had to take this picture and have a prayer meeting with me.  I mean it wasn’t anything important that I destroyed.  It was my toy football.  You can see it – that yellow thing towards the bottom of the picture.  I think I did a pretty good job in making it pay for its evil ways.  What do you think?

That’s it for this week my friends – take care and have an awesome weekend!

Oh – and this weeks Jokes with Daddy.  Oh my friends, I have a classic for you.  This is really good.  I hope you enjoy it!

 

Paw Time with Houdini

Awesomesauce – yep I said it – AWESOMESAUCE.  Last week I told you that I think I was going to the V.E.T.  Remember?  Well I was wrong – barks!  And that’s a great and wonderful thing.  Nope, mom and dad took me for a walk in my stroller instead.  Now that I can deal with any day of the week.  We went up the street to a football stadium and we walked all over the parking lot.  Mom said it was for exercise for her and dad.  I was good with that.  I got pushed around and enjoyed the sun and air outside.  And did I mention the people we ran into that went all goo-goo all over me?  That was awesome!  Mom/dad thought I needed some time with them outside.  Afterwards, I played in my back yard for a while with Bacon.

I have an admission to make this week.  They say that admission is the first step to owning up to something that you did.  So here it goes.  I’m a pillow chewer.  Sigh – it’s out there now.  You see, I’ve destroyed three pillows off of the couch.  Not all at one time.  Oh no, that would be wrong.  I took my time one pillow at a time.  You see they have zippers – zippers that are all shiny and calling my name.  So when dad doesn’t look or pay me any attention, the pillows attack me.  I have to protect myself, right?  So I chew the zippers out.  One.pillow.at.a.time.  Mom is not happy to say the least.  She said that she is going to have to sew those pillows without zippers.  And don’t think I didn’t get in trouble.  I did.  Mommy ignored me and put me in timeout.  Can you imagine that?  Being ignored with no cuddles?  Mom told me she loved me but destroying pillows is a major NO-NO…. especially she said when I have so many toys.  Shaking puppy head.  I was wrong.  I know that now.  So my friends, what can I do to get back on mom’s good side?  Suggestions?

Well that’s all for me my friends – yawns – I hope you had a wonderful week as well.  Happy weekend!

 

Paw Time with Houdini

Barks!  Welcome my friends to another weekly edition of my Paw Time with Houdini. This week I’ve learned several things here at the Hotel Thompson.  First up – I ❤ to wear clothes.  No really I do.

Some people say that anipals don’t like to wear clothes and that it’s the human that likes for them to wear it.  Honestly though, I love to wear clothes.  I mean heck, these days I feel naked if I don’t have something on.  It’s my little touch.  And one of my favorite outfits is my onesie with the teddy bear on my butt.  They are cotton and comfy.  They keep me warm and mom says that my snuggle factor goes off the chart when I’m wearing them.  Look at the picture.  What do you think?  You want a pair don’t you?  The little sleeves even cover my legs.  But don’t worry.  I can still access my kibbles and bits when nature calls – barks!

Another thing I’ve learned this week is that Mouse Girl, the purr thing, here really does love me.  I mean she fusses at me when I jump on her and play with her but deep down I know she really loves me.  When the humans don’t look, she gives me kisses.  See, I knew she loved me.  She just likes to play hard to catch.

And thirdly, I’ve been taking lessons from my Sensei Master Easy on toy destruction. I’ve struck three times this week (only two that mom and dad know about – evil snorts)!  Notice the exhibits below.  Of course, officially they weren’t *my* toys – they were the purr things.  But you know the Yorkie rules…. Section 3, Paragraph 4:  “If they put it down, it then becomes mine.”  Barks and laughs!

I think I did pretty get at operation mouse destruction.  I gutted them pretty good but actually I’m telling mommy that they blew their stuffing. What do you think Sensei Master Easy?

 

Houdini’s First Toy Destruction

If I didn’t know first hand, I would swear that Houdini has been in contact with my brother Easy in France  Why do you ask?  May I present to you exhibit A to the left.  Yes, that is Houdini’s first destroyed doggy toy.  I’m not sure to feel happy for the little tyke on his total destruction or sad that his favorite ball is now gone like the wind.

You see, this *was* – and *was* is a good word – one of his favorite balls. Did I tell you that he learned to play fetch one day last week?  He would bring this ball to mom, she would throw it down the hallway and he would retrieve it.  Houdini and mom played this game for almost 30 minutes to an hour every night.  But now, the toy has went to ball heaven.

But don’t worry, mommy is buying him his very own miniature tennis ball tonight on the way home from her worky place.  Houdini will be back up in action playing fetch in no time!