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BAM! Ruff, ruff, ruff, grrrr, ruff, ruff ruff ruff, grrrrr, ruff BAM squeal, ruff ruff ......

Sorry dogfriends .... (breathing heavy) that was me barking at Nixon while I chased him upstairs. I told him "GET off my computer!" I bet he is the reason Mom's computer crashed ... evil cats ...........

Hershey and I made up. Now I know Nixon put him up to the birdy thing and so I have forgiven him. We're buds. He is really sorry. You see, he is just a little guy ... only two years old ... so he is very impressionable and can be influenced easily. I'll have to talk to him about staying away from cigarettes. Anyway, we're cool.

If you don't mind listening to Billy Mays, you can go here and see a chocolate long haired dachshund that looks a lot like Hershey. The dachshund is getting a bath .... er .... he is being DRIED OFF from a bath. You also get to see a very bad wig on a lady that is cleaning her refrigerator, and of course you get to listen to Billy Mays. Don't you know he is really annoying to live with? ... you know, with that voice? There is another dog on the commercial but I can't tell you what kind, just that he's brown and also needed those fancy absorbent towels for some reason.

Speaking of baths, I have heard Mom say the B word today so I am expecting it soon. If she takes my collar off, I know what comes next. I hate baths.

This report just in ......

Cat Nixon reporting ...

Hershey killed the bird. I put him up to it. We come here often. I have seen the bird houses. I have seen the birds from my vantage point in the window. I have attempted to escape previously but have been unsuccessful. The people catch me. I need fresh meat. I asked Hershey to get me a bird. He is my pawn..... my slave. He is not very bright but he has potential as my apprentice. My plan was foiled by the woman. She refuses me fresh running water and now prevents me from getting fresh meat. I WILL try again......

Signed,

009

Nixon the Cat

He's guilty ......

Hey dogfriends and Girl girl ........... it's me again ..... Copper

Hershey is TOTALLY guilty. He killed the bird. I KNOW he did it. He and I saw the bird in question when we went poddy (or 'business' as he calls it) first thing Wednesday morning. Actually it was SECOND thing because we had already gone outside at 5 am when Daddy got up ..... but I digress............... Anyway, we both saw the bird and I DISTINCTLY over heard Hershey say "I'll get you later, Mr. Bird!" I wondered at the time why he said that to the bird. I mean the bird was just hopping around the yard and he wasn't even inside our fence at the time. I don't know what he had against Mr Bird. He was just a juvenile cardinal, minding his own little birdy business. He WAS a juvenile bird though and he 'didn't have his belt through all the loops' so to speak and was spending way too much time on the ground for a bird. But he didn't deserve to die for it. Poor bird.



So we went back inside and I went back to bed. Hershey sneaked upstairs. I have told him that we get in trouble pooping in the house but does he listen? Nooooo! So, when Mom caught him, she made him go back outside. Later, when Mom opened the door to let Hershey back in .... I was still in the bedroom being GOOD ...... there was the poor little teenager bird on the porch right where Hershey allegedly put him, near the front door. When Mom knelt down to look at the bird, Hershey ran over to it and acted like he was going to "get him" and Mom had to shoo him away. She, of course, felt very very sad .... being the bird lover that she is. I mean she has bird houses all over the front yard INVITING them here. Anyway, she shooed Hershey off the poor lifeless little bird and picked him up gently with a paper towel and gave him a respectable burial ....... in the trash can. She told me later that she was worried that he was just 'stunned' so she left the lid off the trash can all day in case he decided to 'come to.' But Dad checked later when he came home and ... snif snif ... he was still in there, DEAD.



So Hershey is definitely guilty and Mom is sad. I didn't think Hershey would kill the bird or I would have warned Mom. Frankly I didn't know he had it in him. He is such a big chicken. But in retrospect, I have heard him talking to Nixon a lot and I think Nixon has taught him some bad habits. It just proves my point that cats are not to be trusted.



PS The picture of the birdhouse is one off the Internet because all of Mom's pictures are still in 'computer crashed never-never land.' Mom doesn't have this birdhouse YET but she really likes it she says. I will have to tell Dad about it. Maybe he can get it for her birthday and we can put it AWAY when Hershey comes.

I killed a bird ...... by Hershey

guest blog by Hershey .....

i killed a bird! i killed a bird! i killed a bird! .................. at least i THINK i killed a bird! i'm not sure.....

you see, i am here at copper's house and i pooped in the sewing room .. i couldn't help it, it just came out .... and i had to hear 'no hershey, bad dog .... poopies go OUTSIDE' and then go outside for a few minutes, even though i didn't need to go anymore. when copper's mom let me back inside she found a dead bird on the porch! it was red and brown and it was dead. i may be a bird dog and i don't even know it! i thought i was a dachshund! yikes! copper didn't do it because he was inside. copper's mom had seen the bird 5 minutes earlier when she let us both out the first time. i didn't need to poop then!

he ......or maybe it was a she ... i don't know?! ...... was flying and hopping around outside the white fence. but the next time she saw it, it was DEAD? dogfriends and girl girl, do you think I killed it? I am a big chicken and copper's mom finds it hard to believe i killed it. it wasn't a chicken by the way ... chickens would definately scare me. but this bird was cute and innocent and now it is DEAD. do you think i killed it? i can't remember, maybe i have AMNESIA? will i kill again? have i been hanging out with nixon too much? he never goes outside to kill birds but i think he dreams about it when he looks out the window. i am sorry mr bird. so sorry.......

love, hershey

ps copper's mom was too sad to take a picture of it so here is a picture of lots of pretty birds. it definately wasn't the blue one. if i killed it and i am so sorry ..............

Fun in the sun ..... alone .....

Hi dogfriends. I haven't been blogging much because I have been so very busy playing with Hershey and taking care of the baby. Mom has been busy with the baby and Hershey's Mom and ... well, I need her help to blog. She has also had technical problems which I don't understand and she hasn't wanted to go near the computer much. It has made her really moody. Maybe if she gets it resolved and I understand it, I'll explain. It's has something to do with crashing and losing everything on her hard drive and recovery discs ..... I don't get it. The problems these people have.

Hershey is good company. He helps me chase Nixon and he lays down with me on the couch. He keeps me company in the evil kitchen if Mom and Hershey's Mom leave and go somewhere. He helps me beg snacks and he goes out in the yard with me and barks at all of the things you have to bark at when you are a dog. You know how it is ... the responsibilities are endless.

He doesn't like to STAY outside any length of time though unless peepol are out there with him. I am not enough company, he needs peepol. So we go out there and he goes business and wants to come right back in! He scratches on the screeen, which is a big no no with my Mom and gets him in big trouble. So they let HIM IN and I stay outside by myself. This is a picture of me getting some much needed sun .... by myself. Don't I look tan? It is ok being outside by myself I guess. Mom fixed the escape place and I can't get out anymore so I'll just lay down in the grass and get some more sun. Ahhh, that feels good.

How to fix a stuffie ....

I love it when I get a stuffie as a present. I got this really cool cow for my birthday. Mom said it was made of Kevlar and she thought it might last me a while.







HA HA HA HA! I operated on it and managed to do this. It was great. Mom rescued it before I broke the squeaker so she decided to fix it so I could tear it up again.

Here's a close-up below of the awesome damage I did.

So Mom gets out these things .... I'm not sure what they are. She uses dental floss instead of thread because it is tougher.

Here's my Kevlar cow all fixed up again. It only has one leg now but he squeaks again and is good to operate on again. Yea!

No Hershey ... you can't have it ... it's mine!