doglets: (frodi curious)

“What’s that you’ve got now Froodle?” I asked stepping over him to get to the sink

“I think it’s a drone” he said then sneezed as he had a feather on his nose

“Probably delivering something obscure to the Amish hipsters next door” I said, followed by “OMG, OMFG, WTF, FFS, GTFO, SMH, FOAD, FFFCF”

“You made that last one up” said Kato

“You can probably work it out” I snapped “But before you do that, can someone explain why we’ve got a dead pigeon in the kitchen”

“Half a dead pigeon” burped Frodi then sneezed again, one of those sneezes that elevates the dog completely off the ground while they shake and splutter.

“FFFCF” said Kato “F for Frodi, C for cat?”

I opened the undersink cupboard to get the dead avian removal equipment.

“Where’s it gone?” I glared at Frodi “I am so cross, spitting feathers here!”

“Wez whad goon?” he said in a strange accent as he was literally spitting feathers and looked like he had just lost a pillow fight “Hic”

Frodi’s tummy made a glooping, gurgling sound

“Feel a tad queasy” he said

Kato snickered.

“Right” I announced “Get out. Go eat grass. Be sick. And do not come back until every trace including AUDIO has gone!”

“Those claws are going to smart whichever way they reappear” smirked Kato “Was it F for feline?”


doglets: (frodi resting)
Feathers strewn all over our garden and strange noises emanating from the internal workings of Frodi. The three of us were sat on the back door step staring down at boy-dogs tummy. I half expected an Avian-Collie Alien to burst out.  Frodi had hiccups and shook his ears after every hic.

I doubt that Canine (in)Security Inc. (tm) have actually caught anything. Probably Mr Fox leaving a reminder that he is Bear Grylls and Mr & Mrs Overly Domesticated can catch nothing more challenging than a Sleepy Bee. Next door but nine have 80 (according to Dave-the-Shop) hens in their back yard. Well, 79 now.
  
doglets: (kato age two)

The owners of the proper old fashioned hardware/glass shop opposite park their camper van in our drive. In exchange we are showered with hardware gifts. The Shop is an Aladdins cave of mysterious things and they seem to sell everything from one curtain ring upwards.

Kato has never been in the shop. If I have reason to go in, I leave her at home or I stand at the doorway and shout in.

I mis-clicked on my grocery shopping so had an extra cucumber. Thought I would drop it over to Mrs Dave-the-Shop – the shop was unusually empty. I stood in the doorway making the tinkly bell tinkle

“Why you stood there so, half in, half out” said Mrs Dave-the-Shop

“Dog” I said “I’ve brought you a cucumber”

“Come in, dog don’t eat ironmongery”

Kato nearly exploded with joy and was in before I could say Bull in a China Shop. Ten long years she has wondered what lay behind the door. Kato inspected all of the things – her nose scanning across shelves full of endless stuff – Jeys fluid, washing up bowls, paint scrapers and drain rods. No-More Nails, Actual Nails and Literal Nails. Kato knocked over the coal scuttles and cleared the the glue display with a sweep of her tail. Kato paused at hamster food as potential food item that may need returning to. But then her eyes fell on something. What also lay behind the door was a woman holding a sandwich.

“Dog him like heg?” enquired Mrs D-t-S as Kato went into a perfect sit

“I do” said Kato fluttering her eye lashes “And is that mayo with black pepper, my favourite”

“Best not, she’ll pester you”

Kato put her head on one side and looked up in birthday card puppy pose guaranteed to melt the hardest heart.

“Aww, he’s hungry” said Mrs D-t-S

“I am” agreed Kato “Can’t remember when I last ate...feel quite faint”

To emphasise this fact – Kato feigned death. Slumping to the floor and rolling carefully on her side, one eye fixed on the Sandwich of Life. Only this sandwich could revive her. Mrs D-t-S made more aww noises and was breaking part of her sandwich off.

I knew Kato would take it gently but then chew it up, spit it out several times because she doesn’t like white bread or egg very much, and hates salad. Kato will follow me round the kitchen insisting “I do like white bread. I like white bread today” but then she just buries it or spends the rest of the day guarding a spit drenched lump in case it turns into a steak. When she eventually loses interest Frodi, who will eat anything, will eliminate it. Kato will play with a piece of celery until it is filthy and hide boiled potatoes in her bed.

“Just called in to give you this” I said throwing the cucumber at Mrs D-the-S and dragging Kato from the shop.

“See ya, and feed that poor dog, him hungry, aww”


doglets: (kato age two)

Kato is moulting and has turned into a canine game of jack straws. She looks rusty with moulty tufts just asking to be removed. Kato dislikes being brushed anywhere but her chest. Frodi snatches the brush and flings it. Kato just leans awkwardly against a wall to make brushing impossible.

Kato was tucking into her dinner (Butchers Country Stew on a cheeky divan of chicken & rice Chappie complete). I was making hippies dinner (stuff), I espied Kato’s tawny loose looking tufts...I sidled...if I’m really gentle... I sidled a little closer...I gripped the taunting tuft between thumb and forefinger...

“Off” said Kato “Rude to epilate me while I’m dining”


Kato was on dessert (a rich crunchy Carrot de la Tesco) when hippy was on his 3rd tuft...like diffusing a bomb...the tension in the air

“FFS!” abbreviated Kato crossly, thwarting hippies valiant attempt to score a Five Tufter.

Later, I scored a perfect ten verified by the adjudicator Mr Miele Vacuum and it still counts even if the Canine Pick-Up-Sticks Game is asleep.


doglets: (kato dirty paw)

The Frisky Sassette kAt0 was disappointed that the Big Dog Lunch Box being sold on Pet Planet - is actually just a feeding device.

http://www.petplanet.co.uk/product.asp?dept_id=156&pf_id=6865

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