Paw Time with Houdini

Holler my friends!  We are all getting psyched here in preparation for St Patrick’s Day.  I’m practicing my River Dance in honor of Ireland. I shall now be known as Houdini Yorkie of the Dance – barks!  Can you see me now hitting Broadway?  You would buy a ticket….right?

This week has been interesting here at the Hotel Thompson.  I learned a new word.  Boundaries.  For me?  I thought mom and dad were mistaken at first.  I have rules and boundaries?  Cute little me?  Surely they had to be joking.  You see, someone – looks innocent – went into their bedroom and chewed mom’s charger for her i-Phone.  It couldn’t have been me – no way!  I’m blaming the purr thing Hemi.  Yeah, he did it.  Something this cute could not have possibly done something like that.  But I think I got busted.

Mom took me to the big bed one night with her and went to plug her phone in to charge next to her bed.  The cord was missing in action.  Personally, I think it ran away.  Then she did the wildest thing.  She looked right at me and said, “Houdini you know anything about this?”  Barks!  I couldn’t look her in the eye.  Then she said, “You do, don’t you?”  Then she got on the floor and was looking under the bed.  She found the cord bitten through.  She then said, “Houdini, do I need to have this analyzed for your saliva and matched to your dental records?”  Darn that ID channel and her line of work.  Busted.

So that’s when I learned the new word boundaries.  No more freedom in the parents bedroom.  Have you ever done anything and got busted for it?  At least mom didn’t put me in dad’s doghouse – Barks and rolls with laughter.

 

Mom is Sick

Mom is in quarantine. She is icky sick. She has been banned to her room with the door short. This is me all lonely on the couch all by myself.

Daddy is taking care of me and mommy. I know she’s in her room and I want to see her but daddy says not until she’s feeling a little bit better. He says she has a achy feeling, throat hurts, hard to talk running a temp kind of thing. It sounds yucky to me.

I hope she gets better soon!!

 

Never Again Will I Enter the Unknown

 

There’s one room in the entire house that is off limits to this spoiled little pig.  It’s mom and dads office/work out room.  They say there’s too many things in there that I can get into – I don’t know what they mean by that – looks around innocently.

This weekend, the door was slightly ajar.  I looked in the kitchen and there was no mommy.  I could hear dad in the shower singing.  I looked down the hall and the purr things were asleep in the bedroom.  I thought what the heck and pushed the door with my snout.  I didn’t go in at that time.  I just opened the door.  Nothing wrong with that, right.

There was a huge machine against one wall.  It had long arms on both sides, was black and looked like there some kind of walking rubber thing on the bottom.  Dad says during the week when he comes in this room he rides the beast.  He comes out all sweaty.  This has to be the machine that dad calls the beast.  It didn’t look too scary to me… just big.  I wasn’t interested in that… it involves sweat, huffing and puffing.  Not my kind of idea of a good time.  But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone. 

I looked to the right and got a little startled.  There was a giant Mickey Mouse standing there looking at me – I thought I had gotten caught until I realized that it was a big stuffed animal.  Nice though, I liked it’s big yellow shoes.  I could have fun playing with that.  It made like 4 times little ole me.  But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone.

I saw a floor fan.  Seen those before.  Nothing interesting there.

I saw a bag full of books.  Seen those before.  Nothing interesting there unless deviled Bacon comes out in a destructive mood and wants to do a little confetti shredding.  Not interested in that today.

Then, I saw it.  OMP!  (Oh my pig!).  I whimpered, snorted, crackled like a rooster and told my little legs not to fail me now.  I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and jumped in my little crate.  That’s where my mommy found me shaking when she came in from outside. 

It was a scary thing I saw in that forbidden room.  I will *never* venture or peek in there again.  In fact, I think when I past that door, I may walk a little faster.  Shivers – the thoughts of what could happen.  Dad might get a wild hair up his bum and do that to me!  I better be extra good to him for a while.  Oh, you’re asking what do you see?

Scary isn’t it? 

I guess that was the one fish that didn’t get away.

I guess dad was the Fish Whisperer that day.

I guess he didn’t exaggerate on the size of this one.

I guess this Fish Tail was true.

I guess this Fish trembled at the sound of dad’s name. 

 

I guess he was right when he says good things come to those who bait. 

I guess he can give up his books Hooked on Fishing and Fishing for Dummies.  

I guess that solves the problem of To Fish or Not To Fish – that is the question.

Okay – snort – enough fish one liners – hope you enjoyed them 🙂