NOTE: we don't know what is wrong but we have tried to leave comments on many of your blogs but are not allowed. My Vickie thinks it is a personal grudge that google has for her. Anyway, we didn't want you to think we weren't keeping up.
Before I leave the room and let Allred (Devil Cat) take over my blog, I just wanted to let you all know how much I love My Whitney. You may remember, I told you in an earlier post that she is My Vickie's niece.
She has started doing the therapy work with us at the hospital and will soon test with me so she and I can be a team too.
We don't get to talk a lot about who we meet and what we do at the hospital but I can tell you this.
When we went to the hospital this week we were privledge enough to meet a young man who had just had open heart surgery a few hours before we got there. My Whitney immediatly won this young man over. He was nervous and afraid of what was happening to him, but after talking with her he was comforted and he even smiled.
You see, My Whitney has had open heart surgery twice now and she was able to help this young man see that things do get better and that life can be good. And the thing is, she is wonderful with all of the patients. I mean, yes, I am the coolest, but she has a beautiful smile and a tender and understanding heart that makes everyone calm and serene when she comes in the room.
We love that she is working with us.......
At the kennel tonight we are getting ready for a huge storm that is supposed to hit the Wasatch Front. They are warning us about hurrican force winds so today after we got back from the VA home, My Vickie and I went about securing everything we could think of.
While the others played and ran around, enjoying some really nice weather, we went thru the place and found flashlights, candles and other survival stuff. Our Search Gear is a great place to find anything that will be needed.
Tonight is when it is supposed to start, we are already getting warning reports on the TV and radios so all my friends who usually get to run and play until bed time, are all locked into their rooms and secured for the night. We have so many trees here on the property that My Vickie wants to make sure no one is wandering around in case a tree blows down.
So keep your paws crossed, this has really made my vickie a little nervous.
As promised, I am leaving the room so Allred can say something that has been on his mind. I didn't exactly get asked if he could write something, I was sort of TOLD that he WOULD be talking so just to be safe....Off I go.
As Well you should you twirp....Allred here and I just want to say a few things about the way I have been portrayed in the last week or so. First let me say, the little pup did not really get slapped by me......
I was just telling him that there are ways things are done around here and that he should learn quickly what they are. These newbies need to learn the rules and I just don't have the time nor do I have the patience to teach each of them gently. LEARN THE RULES....
They are simple rules. As you can see, Bert has learned one of them.
1. Do NOT come into the kitchen when I am here.
2. Do NOT get within five feet of me when I am in a bad mood
3. Do NOT bug me.....EVER.....
4. Stay out of my way at all times.
5. Do Not drink water from my personal bowl.
6. If I catch a mouse and bring it in the house....IT IS MY MOUSE.....
I WILL EAT IT WHEN I WANT, UNTIL THEN, DON'T TOUCH
the mouse rule applys to you too Vickie. I am tired of catching them, bringing them in and hiding them under the couch so I can eat them later and having you always taking them away. I would think you would have figured it out by now that if you take it away, I am just going to go out and get another one. It is what I do........I KILL THINGS.
You should all remember that.
Finally, for all you blogville friends of Bert who beleive everything he says, check out this picture. That is me and Ellie Mae. Now does that look like a mean and dangerous cat to you. Does that look like the devil sleeping next to the big ole goofy houndog? Seriously....how long are you going to fall for Berts whining little complaints.
Let me leave you with this thought:
Nobody is better qualified.
This is my moto.