I think he's a new brother? I dunno, he's a funny looking dog. Momma says he's a cat, but he doesn't look like sister at ALL. Oh, and he has a brother too, but I don't really like him, cause he hits me on the head and says mean things to me. Anyways, my favourite new brother is called Zazzles, and my not so favourite new brother is called Bazinga. I think momma named him that becuase he goes "ZIIIiinnnnng!" when he jumps from the floor to her shoulder all at once. If he was a dog, he'd be in REALLY REALLY big trouble for doing that! So, momma stole my winter pictures, so I thought I'd share about my new brother.
Anyways, when they first arrived, I was kinda scared of them. They were mean and swore at me and stuff. So then, when Zazzles started feeling better and wanted to hang out with the cool kids (us dogs), I was a bit concerned.
This is Zazzles trying to snuggle with me. My head got cut off cuase momma was sitting too close. I was still kinna scared of him.
So then! He went over to say Hi to Cat (the dog...this gets so confusing!). I guess he figured she would love him cause they have something in common. She was curious...
But he was WAY too forward! Cat is a lady, she doesn't like to move so quickly in a relationship.
So she left. Now she doesn't mind him, but she doesnt' want to spend time that she doesnt' have to wtih him. Actually both the spotty dogs are like that. Me and momma-Impulse. We LOVE the kitties! Zazzles is MY kitty, Impulse is still trying to teach Zing the rules (ie that she rules and not him). That lesson is a hard one to teach.
This is Bazinga...can't you just TELL that he's a meanie?
He even steals my heat register. I mean *everyone* in the house knows it's MY heat register!
I sometimes give Zazzles special permission to use it. See, he's even leaving room for me.
And in return I somtimes get to snuggle with Zazzles in his spot beside the computer.
Okay, for the next pics, I TOLD momma to move the flashlight DAYS ago. And..it's not my fault I look like a ragamuffin with stupid hair hanging off my tail. It's my MOMMA'S fault! I have no thumbs (again, momma's fault), so I can't use the thinning shears myself now can I?
Most of all, me and Zazz like to play. I call this move the "brain squeeze". Momma didn't used to let me do it, but then she heard Zazzles purring, so she says it's okay and he can fend for himself. I'm really really gentle when I do it, his head is already pretty skinny.
Oof! he got me, and pulled me to the floor!
Uh oh, I think I'm losing this battle!
Truce?
NEVER! I squish him into the mat!
And then we give each other a little hug.
I still play with Cat (the dog), and my uncle Turner, and I can even get momma-Impulse going pretty good! Now I just have a new friend to play with!
Porter.
Anyways, when they first arrived, I was kinda scared of them. They were mean and swore at me and stuff. So then, when Zazzles started feeling better and wanted to hang out with the cool kids (us dogs), I was a bit concerned.
This is Zazzles trying to snuggle with me. My head got cut off cuase momma was sitting too close. I was still kinna scared of him.
So then! He went over to say Hi to Cat (the dog...this gets so confusing!). I guess he figured she would love him cause they have something in common. She was curious...
But he was WAY too forward! Cat is a lady, she doesn't like to move so quickly in a relationship.
So she left. Now she doesn't mind him, but she doesnt' want to spend time that she doesnt' have to wtih him. Actually both the spotty dogs are like that. Me and momma-Impulse. We LOVE the kitties! Zazzles is MY kitty, Impulse is still trying to teach Zing the rules (ie that she rules and not him). That lesson is a hard one to teach.
This is Bazinga...can't you just TELL that he's a meanie?
He even steals my heat register. I mean *everyone* in the house knows it's MY heat register!
I sometimes give Zazzles special permission to use it. See, he's even leaving room for me.
And in return I somtimes get to snuggle with Zazzles in his spot beside the computer.
Okay, for the next pics, I TOLD momma to move the flashlight DAYS ago. And..it's not my fault I look like a ragamuffin with stupid hair hanging off my tail. It's my MOMMA'S fault! I have no thumbs (again, momma's fault), so I can't use the thinning shears myself now can I?
Most of all, me and Zazz like to play. I call this move the "brain squeeze". Momma didn't used to let me do it, but then she heard Zazzles purring, so she says it's okay and he can fend for himself. I'm really really gentle when I do it, his head is already pretty skinny.
Oof! he got me, and pulled me to the floor!
Uh oh, I think I'm losing this battle!
Truce?
NEVER! I squish him into the mat!
And then we give each other a little hug.
I still play with Cat (the dog), and my uncle Turner, and I can even get momma-Impulse going pretty good! Now I just have a new friend to play with!
Porter.
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