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100_41792.jpgHello to all of Rusty’s friends! First here is a gratuitiously cute picture of Rusty napping with dad.

Rusty is having a problem and I was hoping for some tips. He has skin allergies and is taking Prednazone every other day. I changed his food to Nutro Lamb and Rice with oatmeal. This doesn’t seem to help. He doesn’t have any loss of hair, he doesn’t gnaw his feet,  but itches all the time. His Morning Bounce has turned into an opportunity to beg to be scratched. I’ve tried sprays and creams as well. Any ideas? 

D Wrote a Poem For Me!

 Last week wasn’t one of the best for me. Other than finding out about that Secret Squirrel Training Facility not much interesting happened. Mom was busy all week going to workshops getting ready to take a big test so she could teach something called ESL. She took the test on Saturday and then went shopping. Did I get to go? NO.  I was lucky that dad was home and let me out back to play patrol.

 Here’s something fun that did happen! Mom’s friend, D (you know, the one who fixed the pantry door so I couldn’t get in) wrote a poem for me! She always writes cute poems to put in the cards she makes. Mom reads them to me so I know.  Mom thinks the last line’s a hoot. I think D might having a little fun at my expense. What do you think? So here it is:

Rusty

Rusty’s a little rascal – jumping here and there.

He will do anything for a treat, that is very clear.

Chasing squirrels is one of his favorite things to do; though to them he is such a pest.

However, he never catches them– only some dust bunnies under his momma’s desk.

If only you’d dismantle the ‘squirrel training facility,’ maybe there’d be some hope.

I know – if only he’d learn to mount himself at the top of a training rope!

Secret Squirrel Training Facility

OH NO! Look what I found!

BEFORE training:

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 AFTER training:

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The great Squirrel Menace is still alive and well.

Rusty’s Diary – Bob’s Diary

(Rusty’s mom: I got this in an email and thought it was perfect for Rusty and Bob, the hissy prickly cat. I only changed it a wee bit to fit these two.)

100_4732.jpg Rusty’s Diary

7:00 am My morning bounce! My favorite thing!

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – Walkies in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got a back scratch and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM – Chased Squirrels! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM – Milk bones with peanut butter! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM – Got to play with my snugga wubba! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with mom and dad! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

100_04392.jpgBob’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.

Day 982
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. Bastards!

Day 981
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.

Day 980
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 may also try tonight while it sleeps, I will put my butt in its face in an attempt to sufficate it.

Day 979
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. Rusty, the dog,  receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.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….

YUM! Peanut Butter Treat

100_5015.jpgThis is the treat I got for Valentine’s Day. Mom has been putting a little of it in my Kong with a couple of milkbones.

100_5008.jpgHowever, I prefer to get it this way! Much less work and no milkbones to ruin the peanutty goodness.

100_50132.jpgYUM! Slurp, slurp, slurp.

100_5075.jpgBear likes it too!

Tuffy for President

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 I would like to announce to one and all that my friend Tuffy has announced his intention to run for president! As his running mate I will be assisting him in anyway I can.

Please read Tuffy’s platform and I think you will agree with The Aged Cat, Jonesy, Sissy,Tinky , Mercedes and me, that Tuffy is:

The Best Dog For The Job

A vote for Tuffy is a vote for all dog (and cat) kind.

But not Squirrel kind.

 

Tuffy’s Platform:

  • My Vice President will be one of my blog friends.
  • My cabinet positions will be filled by my blog friends.
  • Doggie treats morning, noon and night.
  • Our humans will get to take us to work daily.
  • All squirrels will be sent to live in Squirrel Bay.
  • Free pet insurance for all pets.
  • I have a wonderful plan for the economy but I will share that after I am elected.

Please visit 4urpets for breaking news concerning Tuffy’s immediate plans. Read why the Aged Cat supports Tuffy for president.

 

Haiku Written Just For Me!

 Hi everyone. I wanted to share this haiku that Poley and his mom wrote just for me. It’s true even though I don’t like to admit it. After a particularly grueling day of squirrel chasing, if I don’t catch one I have known to pout. I think this is a cool poem. It is cool and fun. You know I’m all about fun! Thanks Poley!

 Rusty chases squirrels

All around the yard, so fun

Never catch; he pouts

 By Poley and his mom