What an Exhausting Day!

Cato

Some days I’m just so busy! I have to follow my dads around, go out and chase all the birds in our yard, bark at the mailman and the FedEx and UPS drivers, as well as anyone who walks past the house. When the neighbors come home and the kids get off the school bus I have to bark to let them know I’m protecting our house. Whenever one of my dads is in the kitchen I have to follow him around in case he decides to eat anything.

It’s so hard when one of my dads is in his basement office working and the other one is either doing something outside or in the living room. I can’t be with them both at the same time! It is so stressful for me and for my sister lucky when they are not in the same room and sitting down!

After we all eat dinner and we beg for some of our dads’ dinner and Lucky and I have brushed our teeth our dads sit down in the living room to watch television. Finally we don’t have to follow them around the house. Now Lucky and I are completely exhausted. I can finally lay down on the couch and rest my head for a nap before bedtime. It’s tough being a cattle dog, but I’m happy.

We Had Our DNA Tested!

Lucky and Cato

Ever since our dads brought us home 7 years ago they has been wondering what our real breed was. The that my dads got us from said that we were a mix of Australian Cattle Dog and Black Lab. That’s what our vet thought too. For a long time our dads have wanted to test our DNA, because Cato looks a lot different from me, Lucky.

A few weeks ago my dad, Kevin, found a good deal of a DNA kit for dogs. So he swabbed my cheeks and sent it in for analysis. And we waited. Our dads were trying to guess what other breed we might be. I’m very bossy and Cato is very laid back. We are both very protective of our dads and we both stick close to our dads, like velcro. We Cattle dogs are sometimes called velcro dogs because we are always stick to our owners.

My dads and friends guessed that we were a mix of labrador retriever, shepard and even hound. Everybody had to wait for 2 weeks before the results were known.

Today the we got our answer. Cato and I are 61% to 99% Australian Cattle Dog DNA with a trace of Irish Setter! Irish Setter! Who would have guessed? Neither one of us a a single red hair on our body!

Time for Birthday Cake!

Cato and Lucky with their peanut butter birthday cake.

Yesterday we enjoyed our birthday dinner with our dads, but we waited until today to have our birthday cake. It wasn’t our choice to wait though. It was good that we waited because we were exhausted last night after our big dinner.

Tonight we couldn’t wait to get into that big peanut butter birthday cake bone. As you can see we didn’t like the idea of waiting, especially Lucky. Don’t worry we weren’t allowed to eat the whole thing tonight. We can take a few days to finish off the cake. We’d like to thank everyone for all of the birthday wishes we received. Now we have to rest.

It’s Our Birthday Today!

We’re having our birthday dinner with our dads.

Aren’t we well behaved at the dinner table?

Seven years ago Lucky and I were born. In April our dads adopted us and brought us to live with them in their new home. Today (February 27) is also the day that our dads arrived in the United States from Malaysia to live permanently. Three years ago our dad Kevin received notice that he passed the qualifications to become a US citizen. Tomorrow is also our dad Steve’s birthday.

Because there was so much to be grateful for our dad Kevin cooked us all a big meal. For our birthday he cooked us steak, carrots and cabbage. We even had a roll. Our dads had crab legs, which we didn’t have. Because we had so much to eat we have to wait until tomorrow for our birthday cake. It’ll be another great day for us. We will share the pictures of the birthday cake tomorrow. Here are a few more pictures of us eating our birthday dinner. See how well behaved we are sitting at the table!

Me, Cato.

My sister, Lucky.

Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday Cato and Lucky, Happy Birthday to us!

Happy Chinese New Year from Cato and Lucky

Lucky and Cato (yup our dad’s in the mirror haha) waiting for the food to be eaten.
Lucky and Cato waiting for the feast to start.

Lucky and I would like to wish all of our family and friends who celebrate the Chinese New Year a very Happy New Year. This year is the year of the Ox. Our dad, Kevin, is from Malaysia and is Malaysian Chinese, so this is a big holiday for him – and us.

Our dads and their niece are having a traditional Malaysian meal served during the Lunar New Year. It is called a “steamboat”. It is very good, but we won’t get much of anything, except maybe for some veggies that are good for us. We can always hope though.

Malaysian steamboat for Chinese Lunar New Year.

Good Morning World!

Good morning from Lucky and Cato.

This is what our dads see every morning when they open their eyes. A little bit of quiet time before we get excited to go out and pee and wait, in hopes of sharing some breakfast with them. The bed is our favorite place in the house. But it would be nice if our dads bought a bigger one so we could stretch out. Some day!

Dinner at Our House

Our dad, Steve, Lucky and Cato.

At our house we eat every meal as a family, with dads Kevin and Steve and Cato and myself. I guess our dads really don’t have another choice with us around. Usually we are a little bit better behaved than what you see in the photo above. Well, at least Cato is better behaved. Usually I am actively watching every bite that goes into my dads’ mouths. Cato is usually resting quietly under the table. But once he hears my mouth open he’s up in a flash, hoping to get some of what I had.

Even though Cato and I always eat before our dads, we are always ready for a sample of what they are eating. Sometimes we are lucky and are given a morsel to sample, as long as it is healthy for us. When my dad clears the table and puts the dirty dishes in the dishwasher I always try to preclean them as they are placed in the dishwasher.

After everything is cleaned up my dad asks “who wants to brush their teeth?” and we both run to where are treats are kept. Then he gives us our dental chews so we can keep our teeth clean.

This is our routine every time our dads have a meal or a snack. When we have company we are a little more behaved., even when our favorite food, pizza is served. Cato and I always wonder why our dads never take us out to a restaurant with them. They must think we wouldn’t behave. What do you think?