I get that she's upset and worried about her dog, I do. It's just... oy!

Although I just had a thought. She wasn't even going to take her own dog to the vet at first, right? Maybe money is really tight and she's worried about how to cover the vet bill. I mean, she could handle it a whole lot more gracefully, but there may be a real anxiety underneath all that.

Mr Peabody gets so upset by a smoke detector that needs a new battery that he hides under my chair. I think the smoke detector people owe him something.

Although I just had a thought. She wasn't even going to take her own dog to the vet at first, right? Maybe money is really tight and she's worried about how to cover the vet bill. I mean, she could handle it a whole lot more gracefully, but there may be a real anxiety underneath all that.

I 100% get that. I was _terrified_ when I discovered that the ex-friend would not help with my medical bills.

I have already procured payment of her medical bill from the client. He is not legally obliged. I just went at it as if it was a given that he would cover the $175. I assumed he could afford it more than she could.

I think the smoke detector people owe him something.

Totally!

I'm starting to feel sorry for manufacturers of vacuum cleaners. They have a lot to answer for from the cats of this world. Deliberate, repeated, sustained torment in collusion with the cats' human servants everywhere.

The cats are gonna have to get their own lawyers, though.

I'm suing the pet food company because it causes too much gas in Ollie and he has been known to scare himself when he farts. He then barks at his own ass for about 10 minutes. It's disturbing and interrupts my show. PAY FOR MY NETFLIX, PURINA.

In a funny dog story (I think bonny will think it's humorous), my parents have some sort of ... toy something dog. Shitzu, shiatsu, moo-goo gai pan. I don't know. Some damn thing. Named Ernie. About 2 years old. Most chilled out dog EVER. Can barely be arsed to react to just about anything. I don't know that I have ever heard him bark.

Anyway, on Thanksgiving, my 18 month old nephew was eating a cracker and dropped it on the floor. Being a dog, Ernie swept in, snagged said cracker, and took it back to his bed to have a light nosh.

Joseph, my nephew (also the nephew that HATES ME), loves Ernie. LOVES ERNIE. In that "Of Mice and Men" way, but with less death and more effective supervision. So, Ernie snags the cracker, goes to his bed to eat it. Joseph STOMPS HIS FEET through the dining room, into the living room, finds Ernie eating the cracker, and proceeds to lean down and give Ernie The Business. I mean, this kid WENT OFF. You could only understand a handful of words, "UR-neh", "Crock-ur", "MINE!". I mean, this kid gave this dog a dressing down like a mom who just found out her kids did something that needs dressing down'd.

Ernie just laid there, eyes downcast, and I swear that dog was thinking, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I thought you were giving it to me. Sorry, Joseph. My bad."

It was hilarious. It wasn't loud yelling - the kids only 18 months old - but man did the tone of voice come out and I don't think I saw Ernie near a cracker the rest of the weekend. I wish I had video. It was so funny.

And because they are best pals, all was forgiven and they played a lot of tug and ball and fetch and Ernie shared his bed with Joseph when Joseph decided to nap in Ernie's bed for a hot second.

Aw. Bless.

I can totally see that...and Joseph provided more leadership than a lot of adults do. Good on him.

It sounds like his didn't try to grab the cracker away from Ernie. That is the only thing I'd worry about...especially since he was in his own bed.

Cagney is curled, donut-like in one of his nest type beds, with his tail poking him in the nose. He keeps snoring, and sucking the longer hair at the end of his tail into his nose, shaking his head and falling back to sleep. Tail.snore.shake.wake.doze.repeat.

Who says my boy isn't a Rhodes Scholar?

PS: I love the idea of suing the pet food company for negligent infliction of farts and mental distress. There is surely a class action in there somewhere.

mydogfartedandyoumustpay.com?

My cat's a little crazy...who do I hit up?(Of course, the animal that thinks I'm, like, the best, would have to be Kitty Angel.) From my reading, I'm beginning to figure out that Rocky and my mother have a territory problem, and sort of a petting aggression one, too.Except it's more like Morissey if Morrissey was a cat and wrote a song called "You Stopped Petting Me, Fuck You." And he thinks he owns the hallways and the doorways, because when it's just him and me, he kind of does. But all the "catification' furniture I've looked at is *above* things, which is more what the other cat likes than what Rocky likes. Rocky likes boxes and bags to climb in, and not really food treats so, even if I found the patience deep inside to attempt the clicker thing, I'm not sure he'd be down with it.