Check out Gizmo.
He looks like a normal cat here doesn’t he?
Sitting on the bed like cats do.
Well, don’t let him fool you.
Gizmo is strange.
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Most of the time he is not a normal cat.
I mean, how many cats do you know that sleep on their backs like this?
Yeah, I know. You’re probably saying that’s not so weird.
But wait.
Just when you think that Gizmo might be only a little abnormal…
He changes position.
There’s no doubt in my mind.
Oh, the life of a dog who has to live with cats.
I was walking along on my trails, minding my own business – when I spotted it.
An invite to church.
And I came to the only logical conclusion.
Since the invite is on my trails, and lots of dogs walk on my trails, someone obviously is inviting dogs to church.
So I told my person it was about time she took me to church.
And you know what she said?
She said this invite wasn’t to the church she goes to, and she wasn’t going to take me there.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
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I had to find a way to get to church.
I checked for messages.
Maybe one of my dog friends was offering rides to this church that invited us.
No such luck though.
And you know what my person did on Sunday morning?
She locked me in dog jail and drove off to her church.
It’s about time her church starting inviting dogs.
But I think they did and somehow I missed getting my invitation.
Or maybe my person hid it from me.
Because when she got home she told me there were five dogs at church.
My person is always pulling mischief on me like this.
And to make matters worse, she even saw a friend who was visiting from a long ways away that asked about me.
I know he would have liked to meet me in person in dog for real and give me the hug he told my person to give me for him.
All I can say is that next week I’m expecting six dogs at church.
And one of them had better be me.
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A couple days ago I had a rumbly in my tummy and I wasn’t feeling very good.
The bed in my dog jail is comfy so I was spending a little more time in there than usual.
But I had to go get a drink of water and when I came back things weren’t the same as I left them.
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My dog jail was no longer empty.
It had occupants.
My dog jail had pigs inside!
How did my dog jail turn into a pig jail?
Where did these pigs come from anyway?
I still had that rumbly in my tummy and I didn’t feel up to solving this mystery, so I decided to get rid of it instead.
Pigs, get out!
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I finally got the pigs out of my dog jail, but now what.
I couldn’t have pigs running all over the house.
So I corralled them over to the door.
And they just sat there looking at it.
I tried giving those pigs a shove.
And they still didn’t budge.
So I finally decided to try a different tactic.
Hey pigs, you see that door there?
Now follow me!
Come on person, we’ve got to get to work.
I don’t get it.
Today is a really special holiday, but it came on the wrong week.
Why didn’t it come last week?
That would have been much better.
You see, today is Take Your Dog to Work Day.
And you know where my person is working this week?
At home.
Do you believe it?
She’s working at home playing catch-up with all the things that she didn’t get done last week.
Because last week she was working at Vacation Bible School all week.
With all those kids and weird animals.
That’s where I wanted to go to work.
I would have even dressed up as a weird animal if I had to.
But I think those kids would have liked me no matter what.
I guess I’ll have to take my person to work with me instead.
My work is on my trails – where all my adventures lay waiting for me.
But while you’re waiting for me to come back and report on my next adventure, I thought I’d share a song with you.
It’s a special song for today.
Just click on this link: http://www.takeyourdog.com/audio/2012-TYDTW-Song.mp3 and take your dog to work.
There’s something not fair around here.
Totally not fair.
Those cats I live with are always allowed on the furniture.
Anytime and anywhere.
But if I try to get on the furniture – the nice, comfy furniture – I get yelled at and told to get down.
Is that unfair, or what?
***
Sometimes I sneak onto the furniture when my person isn’t looking.
But the problem is that the furniture is so comfy that I don’t always wake up when my person comes near.
It’s really embarrassing when I get kicked off the furniture and the cats get to stay.
I feel like a second class citizen around here.
And we all know that dogs rule over cats.
We all know that, right?
I didn’t hear you.
Well, never mind.
Because I figured out a way to get past the problem.
I found myself an ally.
Person, don’t even try to kick me off.
He said I could.
It seems like every time I take my person for walks she gets her camera out.
She’s always making me wait while she takes pictures of flowers and stuff.
It’s frustrating.
I’ve got places to go and things to sniff – and all my person wants to do is stay in one spot and take pictures.
But when it comes to my yard, I’m not allowed to hang out there.
I get to go do my business and then I have to come right back in.
I don’t know what my person’s problem is.
Just because I jumped the fence once or twice.
I only do it when I’m bored.
***
But I finally figured it out.
You see, a thistle popped up in my yard and there aren’t any thistles on my trails.
So when my person was out pulling weeds I hid it from her.
And it worked.
Because that thistle bloomed and just like I knew she would…
My person headed out with her camera.
And I got to hang out in the yard.
I’ve been working on this mystery all week.
Why does my person leave me in dog jail and leave the house talking about weird animals?
I think I might finally be getting somewhere.
I’ve been sneaking peaks at her camera when she’s not looking.
And I’ve finally found something.
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Hey wait a minute!
That’s not a weird animal.
That’s a dog.
And those are puppies.
What’s so weird about that?
Did my person say she was hanging out with weird animals, or leaving the weird animals?
I’d better check this out.
She couldn’t be talking about me.
It must be the cats!
The mystery is getting so deep I’m having trouble keeping my Detective Dog hat on.
All week my person has been leaving me and talking about weird animals.
What is she doing?
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I think I should be informed.
Or maybe not.
Is there something crawling up my leg?
I had to put on my Detective Dog hat to start investigating these weird animals my person has been talking about.
The mystery is getting deeper and deeper.
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What kind of a weird animal is this?
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