Oink.

Dime's not feeling well today. Why is Dime not feeling well? Put it down to... overeating. Someone got into the food container yesterday, and ate half of it. Her belly was so round, she looked like she was going to explode! Let this be a warning to all owners anywhere: when you ask little brother to feed the dogs, make sure he puts the lid back on properly...

Sad News

My sister's lop-eared rabbit, affectionately dubbed "Blood-Thirsty," code-name Love, died yesterday.
-sniff-

Love, I'll miss you, and your hostile treatment of all things human. Like the way you would charge-attack our hands when we gave you treats, grunting threats all the way. Or the way you chewed a large hole in the priest's new trousers. And the way you would never groom yourself so we had to brush you for you, where upon you would never sit still, try to bite us, or make a break for it. My least favorite moments were when we had to take you out of your cage, to clean it or you. Can you say battle of wits?

Still, you were adorable. You would go to greet our doggies when we let them out, coming to the bars and sniffing hello. Our cats kept respectful distance, because you were as big and tough as them, and they and you knew it. You reminded me of Bigwig, from Watership Down. (Great book, go read it). He was one of my favorite characters.

And you were so fond of Peanut (Dwarf rabbit). I remember at first we thought you two would not get along, and kept you in separate cages. But then, when we let one run around, we would always find you two huddled up together through the bars. So we minused one cage. And you were happy. I know you felt lonely when she died a year ago.

You've been with us for six year. Love, my blood-thirsty bunny, we'll miss you.


Love and Peanut, in the bathtub together so they don't gang up on us while we clean their cage.

Okay, wow

It's been a super-long time since I last updated. Not because nothing happened... because I forgot everything related to this account, including the email I used to create it.... So here's what's new:

Tawny's dead. So is Charm. But that's almost old news. Charm got cancer; I don't know why Tawny died.

Inky, on the other hand, is doing fine in his life as a guide dog! He currently is living with his partner far away, but we still get emails from each other. To replace him, there's Fuel! He was supposed to go to harness school and learn to be a guide dog a year ago, but he came dropped out of the program due to medical reasons.

This horrible affliction which forever changed his future? Teenage acne. Never knew it to be so powerful...

He's gotten over it, and now lives a happy life with Lemon and Dime.

Who's Dime? Why, the third dog, of course. She's a "train-wreck of a medical disaster," to quote her veternarian, who also happens to be my mother. She also possibly couldn't live except with a veternarian. Dime's the type of dog that will cheerfully stump the specialist with her condition. I'l do a post on her puppies later, when I have more time

To add to the mix, there's Akina. She's a friendly black cat, and will sometimes curl up in my bed with me until she abruptly decides at 3 in the morning that my room is a loathsome place and let her out Nyaw!

Aside from Lemon starting to show signs of his age (white face, sore hips, etc.), that's all the changes for now. Hopefully I'll keep updating (aka, not really likely, unless I have something to say, which is not often)

The Cat ate my Homework (almost)

The other day, I was sick and had to stay home from school. I had a lot of homework, so I did some, but then I started not feeling too cheery again, so I stopped and decided to read a book.

*is reading book in super-comfy chair*

Smokey: *claws at door* Meow! (open up)

Me: *gets up and opens door for Smokey* Hello, kitty!

Smokey: *walks in* Prrrow! (hello, human)

I go and sit back down to read, after shutting the door.

Later:
Smokey : Mphrrow! (yum, this paper sure is good)

Me: *looks up* Smokey!

Smokey: *munch* Perrrow? (what?)


Well, it was almost worth it when I saw my French teacher's face when I had to explain to him that my homework was all hole-y and torn up because the cat ate it.
This has to be on of my favorite photos: It's a cat-in-a-box!

Walking the dog

My mom and dad were walking Inky and Lemon yesterday; they always do before they go to bed. So, it was dark out. Hey, you could say 'it was a dark and stormy night,' 'cause it was. They finished the walk without incident. My mom opens the front door and walks inside. She turns around to hold the door open for my dad, and then starts talking to him for a while.

*time passes*

Mom: Hey, where's the puppy? *looks at end of leash* Where did he go? I could've sworn he was here.

Dad: Oh no! Where could he have gone? *starts running around looking frantically for Inky* Inky... INKY!!!

Mom: *still looking at end of leash* How did he...?

Dad: *runs to see if Inky got into the cat food (again)* Inky? IIIIIIIIInky!

Mom: *still looking at end of leash* Huh? *blinks*

Dad: *takes flashlight and runs outside to search* IIIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKYYYYY!

Mom: I give up! How he do it?

Dad: *comes back* I can't find him!

Mom: Oh, wait. I remember now! I took him off the leash before I opened the door for you!

Dad: Oh, great!

Mom: We'll look for him tomorrow morning, don't worry. *walks to kitchen* I'm going to take Lemon out to do his business. *opens glass door to the back yard*

At this moment, Inky, who has been patiently waiting by the glass door for someone to let him in, gets up and calmly walks in.

Mom: *mouth is hanging open*

Dad: *mouth is hanging open*

Well, what can I say? Oh, wait! There they are! After them! *runs away to return a moment later with parents* Say hi, everyone!

Mom: Ah! No! Get me away from this... thing! (my mom has a talent with computers... that is, she has the talent to look at one and crash it)

Dad: teatimeatmyzoo.blogspot.com, hmm? *writes it down* Ok, thank you. *bows*

Me: Ok, bye!


P.S: Just so that people don't get strange ideas, 99.9% of this is made-up. I heard the story from my mom this morning, and I decided to elaborate, embellish, and generally make-better the story. Also, aside from my mom's talent with computers, my parents aren't really like that. I just felt this would be the best way to make it more interesting by having everyone run around.
The little dog that started it all!

The Other Day

I was playing with Lemon and Inky. Inky was running around with a stick in his mouth, trying to get Lemon to play. Well, Lemon decided that he did want to have the stick after all, and started chasing Inky. Poor Lemon! He was never a fast dog, and Inky, is, well, Inky. Inky was running circles around Lemon, avoiding the rabbit pen in the middle (we use it in summer for our two rabbits), and Lemon suddenly had this burst of inspiration! While Inky was going around the pen, he could just go through and catch him on the other side! He ran and jumped over the fence, slowed down, and found he was stuck in the middle! With not enough room to gain speed, he wouldn't be able to jump over the other side and so, he had to just stand there, looking pathetic. Inky, meanwhile, was running victory laps around the outside of the pen, looking for all the world as if it had been his idea all along. Of course, I couldn't let Lemon just stay there, so I had to get him out. Lifting a full-grown retriever isn't easy, especially if you're not exactly fit!

Lemon, when he's not in need of rescue

Hi, and welcome to my blog!

This is not really going to go into any detail just yet. At least, this post isn't, because you'd be totally lost about what I was saying. So for right now, I'm going to give you a more thorough introduction:


*clears throat*
Hi, and welcome to my blog! It's about all of my pets- well, most of them are my pets, but some of them aren't. I've got so many of them that my mother calls our house a zoo (but that's partly her fault, too). Hence, the name of the blog. Here are most of the pets that will probably turn up:

Lemon: He's a patient golden retriever who would do anything for a piece of food or a cuddle from someone he considers a friend (i.e. everyone). Just don't get on his bad side (he doesn't have one!).
Inky: a 'teenaged' black lab who is being trained to be a seeing-eye dog by yours truly. Always abundantful of energy, he loves food as much as Lemon does. Maybe even more (*gasp!* is it possible?) He bosses poor little (big?) Lemon around, but they're friends.
Smokey: grey and white, Smokey was found abandoned on the street and brought into the shelter where we found and adopted him. Now, he loves to sleep on cushions and claw random objects. He loves the dogs, and tolerates them, which is more than I could say for...
Charm: a black short hair cat, she hates dogs, but would let a human get away with the cat-equivalent of murder. Not that anyone has tried...
Tawny: a rat with a sweet tooth that has gotten her into trouble more than once. I've had her since she was a little rat no bigger than the palm of my hand (in fact, she was smaller!). She's got a 'hood' coloring, which means she has a different color head & back and a white rest-of-body. I lurves her very much.


This be my rat, Tawny