Thursday, April 30, 2015
One year in my new home
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Bruny Hudson |
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.
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Sunday, April 26, 2015
Request for maid service
By Hobo Hudson
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
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.
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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