Go Ahead Cat, Scratch Me!

On one of our daily walks through the neighborhood, Molly and I encountered an orange-and-white tabby cat. He had escaped from one of the apartments in this building in the front corner of the complex. Molly and I had seen him perched in a window many times but we had never run into him face-to-face. I gave this cat several opportunities to run for his life but it wasn't happening. I remember this Sylvester the Cat cartoon where a bulldog had him backed into the corner but there was a panther hiding behind Sylvester. The bulldog says "Go ahead cat. Scratch me!" The panther takes a swipe at him and tears him to shreds. This tabby cat was ready to brawl. He bowed up and he wasn't backing down. Molly and I politely declined the cat's invitation and we have ran into him a couple of times since then all with the same result. That is one cat not to be messed with.

The Mole Patrol

Molly has taken it upon herself to rid the apartment complex of all of the moles tunneling their way under our buildings. So far all she has gotten is one mole and several mouthfuls and nosefuls of dirt. According to her, dirt is not that tasty and makes her sneeze. It also gives her gas. Molly sai in an interview "If the rest of these lazy ass dogs around here would put their nose to the ground instead of another dogs butt, we could rid our neighborhood of these pesky moles. Besides, the ground is bound to smell better."

The Dog Days Of Summer

According to Molly air conditioning has to be one of the greatest inventions ever. Molly has a nice cool place to lay around in all day while Dan is working away in his own sweatshop. On the weekends Molly can lay in front of the sliding glass door and watch the world go by in the nice, cool air conditioning. It was so hot outside one day, Molly didn't even feel like chasing a cat or even woofing at it and telling it what a flea bag it was. I suppose that is why they call it "the dog days of summer." When a dog doesn't even have the strength to chase a cat, it has to be hot.

Fireworks

Molly is not a big fan of fireworks. This being July 4th I have been trying to brace Molly all day long for the impending celebration and the fireworks that will follow but she does not understand the need. She loves cookouts and all of the scraps that inevitably fall on the ground and the smells that come from the grill. I am ready to comfort her in her time of need when the loud noises start occurring. I read on the internet today that more dogs run off and become lost today than any other day of the year and the primary cause is fireworks. It is suggested that you put your dog in an escape proof room in the house and leave on a TV so she has some familiar sounds to comfort her. All excellent ideas.

"Wake Up, It's Storming!"

We had a bad thunderstorm last night and I do not have the luxury of sleeping thru them any more. Molly has seen to that. As soon the first peel of thunder rolled across the sky, Molly was on the bed waking me up to make sure I knew it was storming. The next time she woke me up, I think she was trying to sit on my head. For all I know, she was trying to fart in my face to pay me back for not waking up the first time. The third time she woke me up, I got the message. I was supposed to be awake so she could sleep. Luckily, Molly was able to sleep thru the last of it. I am just glad I could help.

The Dog Days Of Summer

The mountains of Western North Carolina have seen record breaking heat the past three days and poor old Molly is feeling it. The temperature has been hovering around 100 degrees and it is not much cooler in the shade. I am just glad the air conditioner works in my apartment. Molly wanted to go out for a walk this afternoon and I might as well have opened the oven door and Molly and I crawled inside it. Molly usually busts out the door like her fur is on fire but not the past couple of days. There was a cat hiding under a car in the parking lot and Molly didn't pay it any attention at all. Any other day it would have looked like a Sylvester the Cat cartoon with Molly dragging me thru the parking lot chasing this cat. She is much more active early in the morning and early at night but that is to be expected. Molly just hopes that all of the other dogs out there have air conditioning.