Victory is mine

I got that rabbit. You'd better believe I did.

I brought it to the big glass door upstairs for my people to see. I thought they'd praise me for a job well done, but Alpha Male yelled at me and dragged me inside. Later on he put the rabbit in a bag and took it away.

It's the first time I ever caught one. I thought it was pretty cool.

Shhh...be vewy qwiet

Last night my people spent the evening downstairs with The Pup. Usually they sit down in front of the big noisy box upstairs and don't move for an hour or two. Last night, however, was different for some reason. Don't ask me why.

They sat in the big room downstairs and put The Pup on the floor. She rolled around and made all sorts of noise as usual so I decided to stroll over to the big glass door. I plopped down in front of it and stared outside at the grass and trees like I do most of the time when my people are gone.

I was just getting ready to doze off when I caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. I stood up and nearly yelped as the teeny tiniest little bunny hopped out of the bushes and started eating the grass in the middle of the yard. Alpha Male had just cut the grass so I could see the rabbit really well. It was no bigger than mouse, it was so small.

And it just sat there. Eating.

I tried to be good. I stood at the door and twitched as the rabbit moved from one blade of grass to another. It pretended like it didn't even see me, acting all aloof and unaware, but I know it was just messing with me. Rabbits are like that.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and started pawing at the big glass door. The bunny heard me and ran off into the bushes. Big Mama heard me too. She came over to see what all the fuss was about. She didn't see anything out in the yard but let me out anyway.

I rushed over to the bushes and flushed that rabbit out quicker than you can say "snack time." It sped away and went underneath the pool. I tried to pick up its scent again with no luck.

Next time, rabbit. Next time.

Oh how I hate the stupid gate

A few weeks ago Alpha Male came home carrying a huge box. I was like, "Oh, daddy, what did you bring me? Oh yeah, baby, good stuff for Molly!" I greeted him with the usual amount of kisses and paws to the groin (they love that, you know) and couldn't wait until he opened the box.

You know what? The box SUCKED big time. This is what was in it:



That's right, folks. A frickin' gate. I mean, it's bad enough now that all the attention goes to The Pup and I hardly ever get walked anymore. Now they're trying to hem me in. Ok, so I stole some food off the kitchen counter a few (dozen) times. I thought to forgive was divine.

Anyway, my days are now spent down in the basement where I have a grand view of all four square feet of my backyard. Just so you don't feel too sorry for me, my people do prop the gate open so I can go wherever I want when they're home with me.

*Sigh* It used to be I had the run of this place...

Living the life of luxury

Welcome to my blog where it's all about me me ME! Actually, there's not a lot going on in my life right now, other than getting yelled at for this or that. Molly, watch out for the baby. Molly, don't jump on the guests. Molly, don't steal the bread off the counter. Jeesh! Cut me some slack, people. I'm a frickin' dog.

Don't expect a lot of deep insights from me. I don't care to comment on the political climate, the cost of gasoline or who's going to get voted off "American Idol." All I care about is food and if I've seen a rabbit, chased a rabbit or caught a rabbit. Occasionally you may hear about trips I've taken in the CAR! or butts I've sniffed on my walks around the 'hood.