Happy Birthday Brinley!

Happy birthday Brinley!

Yup, anudder day, anudder puppy's first birthday.  Our puppy sisfurs aren't littermates, but dey are cuzzins.  Just in case ya wuz interested.

Brinley is Crockett's puppy - she belongs to his momma da way dat Kinley belongs to my momma.  I fink Crockett lucked out - Brinley is calmer and not obsessed wif chasin cats like Kinley.

But Angie's momma duzn't have any puppies.  So maybe she are really da lucky one.  Just kiddin.  I ackshually kinda like those dogs.

Happy Birthday Kinley!

Well, Tweedle Dum are one year old.

Do you think dat means she'll stop chasin us cats???

Yeah, we don't think so either.

Oh well, at least we ALL got bacon dis morning.

Sunday Selfies

Hey y'all, we is back for Sunday Selfies dis week.  We's all gettin more and more used to Dubble Trubble, which are good since it seems like dey is gonna be stayin here.

Luckily, dey's confined to da kitchen so we get right outside da baby gate and taunt em.  Fun times.

I think Crockett are givin his opinion of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.  MOL!

Some of y'all have asked to see em - well, dey has dere own blogs (Brinley and Finley and Kinley) and my momma even set up a Facebook page for em, but I thought I'd be gin-or-us and allow a couple of pictures of em on here too.  Hopefully, it will encourage my momma to be gin-or-us wif some treats.

I call dis one Tweedle Dee.  Crockett has to share his momma wif her and Finley.

Dis are Tweedle Dum and I are forced to share my room wif it.  At least it has to sleep in a cage (which it has delooded itself into finkin are a Pink Puppy Princess Palace.)  Uh, ok.  Momma says she won't be in da cage furever, but fur now at least I don't gotta share my bed wif it.

Dubble Trubble Is Here

Well, they're here.  And really, me and Crockett ain't scared of em.  We's just uhhh, not dat interested. Yeah, dat are it.

I mean, I even finally decided to come out to da livin room tonite.  Dat should show I'm not scared.

And Crockett even sniffed one of em last nite.  Just cuz he took off right after doesn't mean he's scared, maybe it just smelled bad.  Yeah, dat's da ticket . . . 

Okay, enough of this.  I know Travis has appointed himself the "spokescat" of this blog, and Bast knows he likes to speak enough, but I'm taking over here.  These so-called tough Texas tomcats, named after the heroes of the Alamo, are nothing but big orange PUSSIES.  They've been hiding out from these little baby dogs and who has been the only cat brave enough to have anything to do with them?  That's right, me, the "skittish" girl who everyone (even my own momma!) thought would be hiding for weeks.  But no, I'm smart.  Of course I'm smart, I'm a female.  And I am training these little baby dogs, just like my predecessor Jezebel trained Whitley and Finley.  And I'm getting them on MY side too, I'm talking GIRL POWER - now the girl animals outnumber those goofy boys four to two and we are in charge.   So those goofy gingers better watch it.  I have any army of dogs on my side now.

P.S.  If you want to read the Baby Dog's blogs, you can check them out at Kinley Westie and Finley and Brinley's Short Tails.