WHO ATE THE CHEESE?

 So, we're all laying around chewing on some antlers with nothing to do but we knew some good smells were coming from the kitchen cause Mom had started her Italian sauce and meatballs.  It's always a good time to think of ways to sneak a taste of anything coming from that kitchen.

Well, Mom found out just how big I'm getting when she put her plate-size-imported-from-Italy Pecorino-Romano cheese slab on the back of the counter and headed upstairs.   Only took me a few minutes to pull it down and share some with the  short dogs.  I could smell it from the backyard so I just opened the door and let all of us back in the house.  I was kind enough to leave just enough for the humans to use--well, because I got caught red-pawed.  Kind of hard to hide a pound of cheese in your mouth.

Works for me.  My real name is Liliana Santucci!  Ciao, baby.

WELL HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY, Y'ALL!  Yes, I had to dress up a bit for that green beer and corned beef (just kidding about the beer).  Being I'm from an Irish family, this is a big day around the house.  Shamrocks, leprechaun hats, lights and green stuff are all over the place.  They keep calling me O'Callahan and 'be sure you chase off the snakes'--Whatever.  I'm way too busy chasing CC Cat and Karma Kitty to worry about some nasty, slimy snake. 

May the road always rise to meet ye and a pot o'gold be waitin' for ye when ye get theres.
(I really said that.  Ask the short dogs).

Too busy to blog

Well, there's been a lot of frog killin' going on down here since we last spoke (that's southern talk for 'busy as a beaver building a dam').  The humans took off during the holidays for New York City.  Yes, I and the short dogs were left behind.  My sister from Colorado that was supposed to stay with me (and I do love her more than she probably cares for me to show her) went to the Big Apple so I was left to my own devices.  There seemed to be an abundance of short dogs, Beenie Weenie and Blue were visiting so there were five of us here.  Why I wasn't put on that plane I can't figure out.  I mean really, how often am I going to get the chance to see and meet my founding Mother at New Zion or shop in Manhattan? 







Well, loves, what goes around comes around.  It seems the great blizzard of the century caught the humans by surprise.  They finally got back and we had our own blizzard.  Serves everyone right.  I do love the snow.  Maybe it's in my Shiloh-genes. 
 

 

Of course, some of us are just a whole lot smarter about these weather changes than others.  It would appear short dogs are short on brain cells as well.  Good grief.

And let's just say the other short dog, Master Bob Barker, was unable to withstand the freezing of his oh-so-low-to-the-ground private parts.  He mostly sat on the porch and peed.  My Mom was very, very unhappy for this behavior.