Cal.E.'s Korner

T. Puppy, Katt: It looks like Dad’s computer is on, and neither he nor Mom are in sight, so, here’s my chance to be rich and famous…well, famous…or recognized? But, before I start, I’ll just need to clear my throat by drinking some fountain water. I well-bred lady dog would never drink just plain old tap water, so, excuse me, y’all, for one brief moment.

There, that’s better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, about to claim my place in the annals of history.

                                                PUPPY PATTER

By T. Puppy Katt.

Well, this is harder than I thought. Dad makes it look easy, but I suppose experience has something to do with that, and Dad is very experienced, I’m sure, at his age.

Anyway, I’ll just let my mind wander while I think of something to say…

Why would my parents name a puppy, whom they know will be a grown@#$! dog, The Puppy? And, what’s with my last name? I am not a cat!! And now, I’m eternally affiliated with that annoying cat that formerly lived next door who was laways popping up somewhere.

Thank goodness she got married and moved far away…if one-half of a block qualifies for that description.

And why are cats so annoying to dogs? Wel loathe their mere existence, except for some very special cats….BUT the cat that is always coming to my house and hogging Dad’s attention does NOT fit that description.

And why are Mom and Dad still trying to fatten me up when they just went to the grocery store yesterday? Dad says I need more fat on me, because I am so lean. Well, this

doesn’t just happen, you know. I must watch what I eat and exercise daily, if not twice daily. Sure, sometimes that means barking and running around in circles for no apparent reason, but Dad should take the hint and take me for more walks!

And how does this computer interpret Dogma when all I’m doing is gazing into the monitor? Is it magic? And…woops! I can hear Dad’s footsteps coming this way, so I’d better be on my way.

Ttfn…that’s Dogma for Tata for now, folks.