A Pair of Bartletts

What Pets Write In Their Diary

I got this in an email and had a great laugh out of it. Since we are animal lovers, especially of our dog and two cats, this was especially funny. One cat is very happy go lucky, and more like a dog than a cat. The other cat (Mocha), on the other hand, is a long haired beauty queen princess who has little time or concern for the other "peasants" who live in her midst (namely, Buddy the dog and Moxie, the other cat). This little diary that I got in an email describes the relationship between Mocha and the other peasant animals quite well.

I hope you get a laugh out of it too!

Excerpts from Buddy Bartlett's Diary:
 

 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Mocha (THE Princess') Diary:

 

Day 983 of my captivity...

 
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a 'good little hunter' I am. IMBECILES.

 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

 

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

(from a post done in 2009--I was reminded of it today and had to "re-share!)

 

 

Lamby Lamb Lambs!

 

I JUST HAD TO SHARE this precious picture!  This is my friend Laurel with the newest additions to her farm in Canada. Couldn't you just smooch their little lamby faces off?  I should have been Ellie May Clampett!

Thank you Laurel for sharing all of your new babies with me!  One day....I'll get to the farm!

 

 

Our Little Guy--an update

Well, our sweet little munchkin made it home this morning from the vet.  He's not really sure about the "prickly itchy wires" on his tummy...let's just say that they are driving him bananas.  Fortunately, he will get the top layer of sutures out on Friday.  He has two other layers of sutures, but they are internal and will dissolve over time.  I am SO glad that his surgery is behind us and that the tumor was benign!  He is such a little light around our house--I don't know what we would do without the little guy!  Thanks for the prayers!

I had surgery yesterday and i don't feel good!

Our little guy....

I know that God created animals to bring joy to humans.  I firmly believe this because we have three pets that are a constant joy to us to have around.  I know that some people can be quite fanatical over their pets,to the point that they lose perspective when it comes to the value of a pet's life versus the value of a human life.  But, we are thankful each day for the three little "fur coats" that run around our house. 

Tomorrow, our precious little dachshund, Buddy, has to have some surgery.  He has a benign fatty tumor under his little ribs that has got to be removed.  I'll have to say that I'm nervous, but at the same time, I'm thankful for our precious Christian Vet who is going to do his surgery.  I thank God that He gifted this man to do the job that he does.  If you think about our little Buddy tomorrow, we would appreciate it.  I'll make sure and post an update when he's back home with us.

Moxie, On Cooking

Recently I brought home a new cookbook that I have been wanting. It's a fabulous collection of a book that literally tells yo uhow to cook everythin, such as it's title suggests. Check out this great book by Mark Bittman....let me know how you like it! The hummus recipe alone makes the book worth while! As you can see from the film below....I barely got it out of the bag before Moxie decided it was time to wallow all over this fabulous new find. Now it has his official stamp of approval!!!!!!!!! Let me know what you think of the book--i fully believe that it is an "end-all, be-all" type book with it's encyclopedia-ish style of writing. I'll look forward to hearing from all of you in blog-land!

What Pets Write in Their Diary

I got this in an email and had a great laugh out of it. Since we are animal lovers, especially of our dog and two cats, this was especially funny. One cat is very happy go lucky, and more like a dog than a cat. The other cat (Mocha), on the other hand, is a long haired beauty queen princess who has little time or concern for the other "peasants" who live in her midst (namely, Buddy the dog and Moxie, the other cat). This little diary that I got in an email describes the relationship between Mocha and the other peasant animals quite well. I hope you get a laugh out of it too!

Excerpts from Buddy Bartlett's Diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Mocha (THE Princess') Diary:

Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine

lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort

of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I

nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to

disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had

hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what

I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a 'good little hunter' I am. IMBECILES.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in

solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the

noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the

power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors

by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --

but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog

receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than

willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards

regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged

protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

Labels: Life in the Zoo, Noah's Ark

Buddy's Story

I have had several people to email and ask about Buddy (our sweet little dog).  I have a post that I did when Buddy came into our lives, which you can read here (this post tells his little story).  There were some very sad circumstances by which we got him, but those circumstances turned out for the best.  It is very hard for people to believe that we didn't get him until he was 5 1/2 years old.  As of this coming June, he will have been with us 2 years.  He has been a total an complete joy to have around.  He is full of character and lots of the most hilarious expressions.  I wish that everyone could meet him, since there are not many people who meet him that don't fall in love with his sweet nature. 

A Buddy update....he is about to go on his first real road trip!  He has never really ridden too far in the car, so it's going to be an adventure for him....and for us!  I'm sure after the 14 hour trip, I'll have lots to tell you about, so stay tuned!

And to all that have asked about him....thank you...he is most appreciative ;o)

Labels: Life in the Zoo, Noah's Ark