A Pirate Dogs Fantasy

Here we are, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, 2011.  Our parents tried to make us be cute, posing us on the patio:

Of course, Weetz and Petey Pablo gave our mom a hard time.  This is so lame!!!

We did relent and allow a picture---all of us but Leny.  She wanted no part of some staged sham with the turkey.  I mean, let's get real.  It's all about devouring turkey for both humans and canines.  This is the only thing that counts:

And hanging out around a table, in chairs, like poor humans have to do----that's just not our style.

Our dream is more like, the turkey's on the floor and we all get a shot, like the pack we are:

Ahhhhhhh, if only dreams came true..............

Of course, there's always a share of the left-overs.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

FROM THE PIRATE DOGS

Language

For all the talk about making English the official language of the U S, we Pirate Dogs don't get it.  We honestly don't see a lot of difference between what's said here in the Southwest and, say, expressions from Brooklyn.

Case in point---look at these pictures:

Here in Las Cruces we'd say " Look at dos chihuahuas" and in Brooklyn they'd say "Look at dose chihuahuas."  'Nuff said.

Geriatri-Cat

Old age comes to all of us.  Sooner or later, there's that crack in the joints in the morning.  Sometimes these little physical ailments are accompanied by some greying around the muzzle or the brow.  But the geriatric male Siamese known around these parts as Commodore Cody is really having a go of it.

In his younger days, say at around 10 when this picture was taken, he was spry and alert.  You can tell from the expression in this picture that he has a clue of what is transpiring in his environment.

Today, he mostly sits on the kitchen table, looking for food.  When he opens his mouth, he emits no sound.   His lack of volume and teary-eyed look prompted a friend of the humans to insist he be taken to the vet.  Aside from a large amount added to the credit card, the result of that visit was the verdict that the Commodore is a healthy geriatric gentleman who has been prescribed special cat chow just in case he has some possible kidney dysfunction.  (I forgot to mention he no longer relieves himself in the cat litter box but rather he performs this act on top of the cover of the box.)

So Cody, at his advanced age, sits on the table, looks pathetic, and gets loads of human attention and sympathy.  Just look at this picture: 

But we Pirate Dogs know the truth.  Incontinence.  Forgetting how to meow.  The blank stare.  Isn't is obvious???  Commodore Cody is now the Alzheimer's Kat!!!!!!!!!