It's official - I'm consolidating on blogger. My new personal site is:

http://couchcushions.blogspot.com/

and my "creative pursuits" can be found at:

http://trish-d.blogspot.com/

I'll continue to check in on my Yahoo! friends, but it's just easier if I have everything in one place.

We're continuing with the pet theme started last week, and looking at the difference between cats and dogs (thanks, Jacki!)

* Excerpts from a Dog'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 a Cat's 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. Idiots!

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 obviously has mental deficiencies. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate 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...

It had been awhile since I tortured the kids by making them pose, so I decided today was the day (despite chapped lips and scratched noses). The photo above is my favorite, as it totally captures their silliness.

And a few more (and yes, I did do one clothing change with our daughter)

More snow/sleet last night, so it's definitely an inside day. Our little girl is exceptionally cranky (naptime can't some soon enough!), but our son is completely absorbed with the Rescue Heroes movie that I just pulled out. I bought it off eBay a couple weeks ago and had been saving it. He's loving it, and I know I'll be using it as a reward in the future (go for two whole days without a time-out, and you can watch your RH movie!).