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Hobo Hudson, business dog, author and farmer, shares his latest news and stories about his life and gives prudent advice to his fellow dogs, cats and other animals—humans included.


Thursday, April 30, 2015

One year in my new home


By Wylie Hudson

I celebrated my first year in my new home last Sunday. For breakfast, I had a gourmet cookie—of course Hobo demanded one, too, one that I could have eaten—and Mom cooked a steak with french fries for supper—that was Hobo’s idea. As a present, I received a stuffed lamb. Even though I played with it quite a while, and Mom and I had a good tug of war with it, it held up and did not need surgery afterward. Of course, Dad was very generous with treats all day long.

The last year has been a great year for me, with lots of new experiences and adventures, and Hobo has taught me many things. Barking was one of them. I’m still not a hundred percent there, but once in a while, when it’s important, I’m able to emit a really loud bark.

In the beginning, though, I missed sleeping in bed with my mom, but my new mom made it clear from day one that I have to sleep in my own bed. It really isn’t that bad. I have a soft, big bed where I can stretch out in all directions, and to be frank, jumping up on Mom’s bed would give me a little bit of trouble, now that I’ve gained some weight.

Something else I missed during the first year in my new home was the monthly visit to the beauty parlor. Mom does my bathing, and she does it in the backyard with a water hose. It was quite a demotion, but I found out it’s fun having Mom do the work, soaping me up, rubbing me down and drying me off with a hairdryer. Once in a while, I roll around in some good-smelling stuff in the yard just to make Mom give me a bath.

So, everything is working out OK. I’m a very happy dog, and I’m sure glad Hobo came to C.A.R.E., our local animal shelter, to hire me as his right paw.
 
 




 
 
Sunday, April 26, 2015

Request for maid service


By Hobo Hudson
 
My kitty sister Blondie asked me to post this on behalf of the cats in the family. She, her sister, Pogo, and her brothers, Thomas and Tiger, are looking for a new servant. She said Mom has recently slackened off and isn’t cleaning their bathrooms until late in the morning, often it’s already lunch time, and they all cannot live with such a delay. They are wondering if someone could spare a personal maid who comes in early in the morning, preferably around 7 a.m., to do the cats’ bathroom service.

I told Blondie that her request is more or less futile. I explained to her that she needs to find someone willing to work for her and her kitty siblings who lives close by which is improbable since most of my blog readers and friends live in different states, if not outside the country, or far away from our home in Florida.

Refusing to listen to me, Blondie said she read all about Internet travel in the book “Small Tales: The Big Adventures of Two Tiny Terriers,” my former attorney Ms. Foley Monster wrote, so the distance shouldn’t be a problem. She said she also knows about my own Internet traveling from my latest book, “Bioterrorism Seized The Sea,” but hasn’t read it yet.

I told her she had better read my book to find out what’s involved in Internet travel and why it wouldn’t work for anyone she wants to hire. She said the only reason she hasn’t read the book is because everybody mentions how adventurous and exciting it is and she’s afraid it might be too frightening for her.
 
 
 
Saturday, April 11, 2015

Spy experts at work


By Hobo Hudson

Here are more photos, incriminating cats as spy experts.

 

This is my other kitty brother. His name is Thomas. He innocently sits on the sofa and acts as if he’s getting ready to give himself a good bath. But look at that ear, how he has it pricked up. He’s listening to everything that’s going on inside the house.

In the next photo, you can see Thomas hiding on the windowsill behind the curtain. This is not only a ploy to spy on everyone and everything inside the house but also to keep track of the outside. 
 

 
Oops, Thomas caught me. I’d better run.
 
 
 
 
Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Cats are spying


By Hobo Hudson

 
Here are my first photos, illustrating that cats are experts at spying:
 

 


This is my kitty brother Tiger. He’s hiding behind the sofa, listening to everything that’s going on inside the house and peeking around the corner to stalk an innocent passerby.

 
This next photo shows the most scheming technique cats use for spying.  

 


Tiger is taking a nap. If you look closely, though, you see that his eyes are partly open, observing everything around him. Also, his ears are upright, catching every sound he hears.
 
 
 
 
 
Sunday, April 5, 2015

A favorite holiday recipe


By Hobo Hudson

My dear friends and readers: In honor of our holy holiday, I would like to share with you my favorite holiday recipe. I call it Peanut Stuffed Squirrel. It’s quick and easy to prepare.

Simply fill a large paper grocery bag about half full with large raw peanuts then walk outside and give the bag a few vigorous shakes.

You will soon see squirrels appearing from all the oak trees from blocks around, and they will come scurrying toward the sound of the peanuts being shaken. Just begin throwing peanuts to them until they are so stuffed they can’t move.

At this point, you should pick them up by their tails and place them in a shady place until they recover enough to walk off. This will prevent them becoming sunburned or dehydrated.

That’s all there is to it. You didn’t think I was going to cook them, did you? Heck, I’d never hurt a squirrel friend and they deserve a delicious holiday lunch too.
 
 
 
 
Saturday, April 4, 2015

Cats file complaints


By Hobo Hudson


 
 
Since the publication of my new book “Bioterrorism Seized The Sea,” cats are bombarding me again with complaints about how I portrayed them in my story. Doesn’t this bring back memories of the strike they instigated against my jeans business years ago?

This time, the cats are especially perturbed by my calling them sneaky and cunning. They are all up in arms about it and are even threatening to bring charges against me. On what grounds, I don’t know. I have to consult with River, my new attorney who took over Ms. Foley Monster’s law office.

In the meantime, I’m going to take photos of my cat siblings lurking around the corners or feigning a snooze ready to spy on me and my doggy brother, Wylie, and everybody else in the house. Then, I’m going to post the photos on my blog. This way, there is proof of the inappropriate behavior of cats, and it will support my stance about them the way I wrote in my book.   
 
 
 
 

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My name is Hobo Hudson. I’ve always considered myself a terrier mix, and I’m going to leave it at that. I used to share my mom’s website writing about my life, but Mom’s stories somehow got in my way. So, I deemed it more appropriate to open my own blog, which also allows me to engage my siblings in writing posts if I’m running short on time. After all, I’m a busy dog. My mom helps me with my blog now and then, but I think it’s only to safeguard my good reputation. Her website, newsandtales.com, contains some great stories.
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