The big dope, AKA "Lazy Eyed Joe" AKA Bowser - I was going to post that he he had gone 4 days without an "accident" in the house. Nope. He just found a new corner in the cavernous farmhouse. Pew.

Jacques apparently rolled in something while we were at the unofficial dog park....

Soo...Jacques is getting a bath! P. U.

Ernie has had a ruff week. Sunday he ate a stick of butter off the table. Then got sick in the wee hours of Monday morning. Monday night he stole a meatball sandwich and tore up the carpet in my room.

This morning Ernie was paying for his actions. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't take a treat. Then threw up, what looked to be, bloody mucus. The Vet said he has an intestinal infection. So my little guy is on meds and a special diet for the foreseeable future.

I feel bad for him. But I also hope he learned his lesson about stealing food.

Trust me when I say....he did not learn and won't lol

Food is food is food to a dog...but I'm glad he's on the mend :)

Jacques refused to eat raw chicken. I thought dogs liked raw meat. Guess my little guy is uber evolved and sophisticated :)

The cat threw up and the dog ate it. It was perfect. And how did your day go?

mr mighty mouse unfortunately is a door runner, and he got out last nite, made it across the street and hid under a car at the other apartment complex...i was on my way home when he got out...i stopped and helped find him...thanks to a very nice neighbor we found him....i pulled up, called his name and out he came looking like i had just come home from work or something....i tearfully thanked the girl and took him home :)

we discovered that if you take mr mighty mouses harness off and rub his back, he grins from ear to ear :D

My very ancient, mostly blind and deaf, Frenchie...who a lot of people including his vet expect to pass any day now... ran around like a puppy today, went for a nice long walk, had a hefty bowel movement and licked everyone who let him.

She has done a good bit of pouting because she got a new harness and is not used to it yet. But when I remove it, she wants it back on! Sheesh!

My cat turns her nose up at sushi and sashimi. WTF. She is such a princess.

Jacques went to Shakespeare in the Park with me last night....

He played social butterfly as always ....He REALLY laid on the charm with the guy in front of us who had brought some Thai food as a picnic lunch....as charmed as the guy was, he didn't share. Little does he know....my little lamb LOVES Thai....

Note to self: Time to visit our favorite Thai place. They LOVE Jacques and bring him his own water dish and everything :)

Oh he also barked at a dog that was in the play...my little diva!

My cat won't eat chicken...or canned food...at least not in front of me.

I'm not entirely convinced she eats it at all. I think her dog brother may be getting into it. She's a strange kitty....

Four small dogs. They slept late... while we got up an ungodly hour to open the store. They meandered down to the barn to visit the horses. A couple of the mini pack visited with their human bud, Nicki. They gleefully chased guinea fowl into tall pines. They swiped bread from the chicken, right under her little beak. Then all got a treat, and decided that after a hard morning at play, it was time for a nap.

Nothing but cause trouble lol

The other is disabled so she just lays in her cage

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Mr. Mars added another bird to his diet. Guess he gave up with regular food :eyebrow:

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Barked outside the window a lot. Smudge and Romee have a rivalry with Stanley the dog next door.

My lil Zig-Zo mainly sleeps. But when she's up and around-- she's normally looking for cookies and/or pets from me. And Henry, he is normally at my feet just waiting for some extra attention.

Big thunderstorm outside, so I have Kitty Diva on the bed, Tiny Dog lying on the floor next to the bed, and I'm huddled under the covers. I'm listening to the radio, searching the dial for weather reports, and "Straight On For You" by Heart comes on. This is a song I _must_ sing along to, even though it is quite out of my range. So I'm warbling along, and I look over the edge of the bed to check on Tiny Dog. She's curled up in a tight little ball with her paws over her ears, just like a cartoon dog. Oh come on, I didn't think I was that bad! So I quit trying to belt it out along with Ann Wilson, and Tiny Dog cautiously uncurls herself, hesitates, then finally stretches out next to the bed again.

Message received, loud and clear, dog. Loud and clear.