Late last night my super sensitive hearing alerted my human to an alarm sounding outside. We bravely went on to the balcony to investigate and saw lights flashing inside her favourite restaurant just across the street. Fearing for the safety and supply of the rather excellent chicken with hot garlic sauce, she called 911. The cops arrived within minutes and, as you can see from the video, it wasn't someone stealing the fortune cookies. Mental note for next time... flashing lights and siren equals fire alarm not burglar alarm. Thankfully the only damage was to the door the firemen kicked in to vent the smoke from the building.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Here we go again
You'd think by late October all the nasty weather would have passed by just like the summer. But oh no, 'fall furry' is on the way. Yet again the news channels are predicting doom and gloom; the end of the world is nigh: high winds, heavy rain, thunderstorms, tornado watches in effect until morning. Looks like I'll be sleeping in the closet again.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Neighbours
Everybody needs good neighbours... preferably not ones who start vacuuming at 6 am or put their noisy washing machine on in the middle of the night. The guy upstairs does 14 star jumps at 11.30 each night right before he goes to bed. I'm not joking, bump, bump, bump 14 times every night 11.30 on the dot.
I wonder what the new downstairs neighbours think of me? I wonder if they can hear me wandering around in the middle of the night, or the woofing and howling when I dream. One thing is for sure I'm a lot quieter than the two dogs that have just moved in. Talk about letting us know they are new. Yap, yap, yap all day long. I was watching them move in the other day. It's amazing the amount of stuff they've crammed in to their apartment. There can't be any room left for their dogs to stretch out but judging by the doggie push chair outside the door they are probably not that active. Promise me, no matter how sick I get, no matter how rickety my legs get, never, ever put me in a pram. I'd sooner suffer the indignity of dragging my arse along the ground before being pushed around in a pram.
I wonder what the new downstairs neighbours think of me? I wonder if they can hear me wandering around in the middle of the night, or the woofing and howling when I dream. One thing is for sure I'm a lot quieter than the two dogs that have just moved in. Talk about letting us know they are new. Yap, yap, yap all day long. I was watching them move in the other day. It's amazing the amount of stuff they've crammed in to their apartment. There can't be any room left for their dogs to stretch out but judging by the doggie push chair outside the door they are probably not that active. Promise me, no matter how sick I get, no matter how rickety my legs get, never, ever put me in a pram. I'd sooner suffer the indignity of dragging my arse along the ground before being pushed around in a pram.
Top Tip
No matter how much I beg, or dribble, or give the doe eyed look you adore so much. Never, ever feed me cheese puffs. The pile of bright orange vomit on the cream carpet should be proof enough that I can't stomach them.
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Routine
My routine has been shot to pieces this week. Normally it's up at 6.30 for a brisk walk around the lake, back at 7.15 for breakfast, keep an eye on my human until she leaves for work at 8 then sleep on and off for the rest of the day with the odd wander around the apartment to stretch my legs and check everything is ok. With my human on 'staycation' this week I don't know whether I'm coming or going. Some mornings we are out early, others it has been 8 am before I can partake in my morning ablutions. Some days it has been two walks, others 3, 4 or more. I'm constantly on alert for the next walk. Don't get me wrong it's great having her around but I'm used to my routine, I know where I am with it, it gives my day structure. At the moment I don't know if I'm supposed to be sleeping peacefully or begging her to take me out. I've had to adopt a whole new strategy in the morning. At 6 am I move into the bedroom doorway and lay there quietly. At 6.30 I move into the bedroom and lie in the path from her bed to the on-suite. If there's no movement by 7 I move next to the bed and sigh loudly. If that fails to work I jump up on to her bed at 7.30 and lie next to her and if she still refuses to get out of her pit by 8 I give her a friendly lick across the chops, which usually has the desired effect. Hee hee hee.
Monday, 11 October 2010
Mommy's here
Obviously not my mommy, my human's mommy arrived last week. It was a bit stressful at the airport as we lost her. Well, it wasn't really our fault, the pilot hadn't put enough fuel in the plane so they had to stop off at the petrol station in Baltimore for some. I kid you not, he didn't have enough to circle for 20 minutes waiting for a landing slot so he went to Baltimore fill up. We eventually found her 3 hours later.
It's ace having 'granny' around. She brought lots of nice things for me to eat including two packs of custard creams, one from her and one from my lovely neighbours back in England. I'm limited to one a day though.
It's ace having 'granny' around. She brought lots of nice things for me to eat including two packs of custard creams, one from her and one from my lovely neighbours back in England. I'm limited to one a day though.
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