Happy Thanksgiving!!
I heard y'all went to Hong Kong. Please tell me you didn't eat any of "my kind" there? That would just make me so sad, and it may take me a lifetime to trust you again!
Well, I had a lovely holiday here at the Gore house. Abbey's family was over on Wed night and I rested my chin upon many a knee during the meal and it paid off! The Malcoms are all big dog lovers and didn't hesitate to slip me the goods.
The next day, my foster family went to Gore's for the day and had to leave me here to fend for myself, as the Gores are not big fans of animals. But the neighbors came over to let me make peeps during the afternoon, so that I didn't go on the floor.
And speaking of making peeps on the floor... I've been here for months now without the slightest accident of any kind (well, with the exceptions of puking up plastic toy particles early on in my stay and just recently hurling up the contents of a ham bone that was a bit too much for my delicate intestines)
OK, back to peeps on the floor... I must confess that I went in the hall this morning. Oh you wanna know why? Because it's freezing outside!! And it was raining on top of that!!! Who can peep first thing in the morning in those conditions? Well not me, apparently. Although I think I'll give it another try, as my foster family was not very pleased with my new "winter peeps" plan.
In other news, just in case you're worried that I'm going to run off with Ra when he moves to the country, I wanted to say that I don't think I will. I'm starting to think we just don't have that much in common after all. For one thing, he eats raw venison! Eeeewwww!!! I tried to think of it like"sushi for dogs" but the smell alone made me turn my head away and then sneeze a couple times to get the stink out of my prissy little nostrils. Gross! 
He goes crazy for it, but I just couldn't make myself do it.
He goes crazy for it, but I just couldn't make myself do it. So, my foster mom picked up some Thanksgiving treats for me that were much more suitable to my palate. They smell (and look) just like grilled chicken! See??
Yummy!
Yummy!
Below is the delicious ham bone that I later chucked up on my foster parents' bed. They were lovin' that to wake up to, as you can imagine. I doubt I'll be getting anymore of those anytime soon. :(
Gobble gobble gobble...
And this is a picture of where wolf-dogs, who eat raw deer meat and actually know that they're dogs, bed down. Well, and the cats too, of course.
This, on the other hand, is where Princess Ticas, who apparently think they're people, nestle in for the night.
Oh, it's good to be me! I miss you.
Love, your little stinker,
Tica-Lica
P.S. My foster mom bought me my own special outfit for the holidays... pics coming soon to a blog near you!! :)
1 comment:
Oh, Tica, you are such a princess, indeed! I can't believe you turned your nose up at raw meat! What kind of snobby excuse for a canine are you? And as for your winter peeps plan, unless you figure out how to flush, you're going to have to suck it up and go outside.
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