Happy Birthday to me, Cato! Today I turn 9 years old and I am feeling grateful for all the love and cuddles I’ve received over the years.
But this year is different, as it’s the first time I’m celebrating my birthday without my beloved sister, Lucky. Even though she’s no longer with us physically, she will always be in our hearts and memories.
Thank you to all my furry friends and humans for making my day special. And Lucky, wherever you are over the rainbow bridge, I hope you are celebrating with us too.
One of my dads is away for a few days at a conference and it’s just me and my other dad at home. My dad, Kevin, who is away, always goes to bed earlier than my dad Steve, so I am not used to staying up so late. Today I went for a walk, had many treats, and spent time in the backyard, barking at anything and everything.
I had my dinner, brushed my teeth, been out to pee several times, and begged for treats, but not always successful. So now I am ready for bed. But my dad says. “it’s only 8 0’clock!” Isn’t it terrible that he’s making me stay up so late?
Since my dad, Kevin, is Malaysian Chinese we all celebrate the Chinese New Year in our house. My dad prepares the traditional Hotpot meal which consists of a lot of different kinds of food, including meat and fish balls, mushrooms, cod, sliced beef, tofu, and all kinds of vegetables. Each person at the table chooses from all the ingredients and cooks his own, in the big pot which contains the broth. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to do that. But I did help in preparing the meal. My job was to make sure none of the food fell to the floor!
Here is a picture of the table at our celebration. I know you can’t see me, but I’m there. I’m under the table, in case something falls off the table. Don’t worry though. I enjoyed my own dog friendly meal after the hotpot.
Chinese New Year Hotpot
I’m sorry for being a little late posting these pictures, but the Chinese New Year celebration lasts for 2 weeks and we are still celebrating. So Happy Chinese New Year of the Rabbit to all of my friends!
I know everyone communicates with others by a variety of means. Some use spoken language and some use sign language. I use my own personal look for whatever I want or need. This is my “I gotta pee” look. If my dad doesn’t get up and let me out, which is rarely, I then start to whine and then bark. But this look almost always works immediately.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. My dads got up this morning to help prepare for the Thanksgiving feast, but I decided to stay in bed for a while. After all, I’m not much help cooking, but I am more than happy to help with the eating. I’m having my own turkey dog food for my Turkey Day dinner.
I hope all of my human friends have a wonderful Thanksgiving and the furry members of their families have a special treat to celebrate this day of sharing, and giving thanks for all we have.
At times I really miss my little sister, Lucky, but now I’m the top dog around our house. I must admit that Lucky was quite bossy and got on my nerves a lot. She hoarded all of our toys and tried to steal my snacks and she also wanted too much attention. Our dads couldn’t take us for a walk many times because Lucky barked at everyone and everything and was not at all behaved.
Now things are different. I’m much more relaxed. I can have all the toys to myself, but I don’t touch Lucky’s favorite toy, out of respect for her. I can eat my meals in peace and I don’t have any competition for snacks. I also don’t have any competition for attention. I get it all!
I also go for a walk every day, which I love so much that I want to go several times during the day. I go right to my leash and harness whenever I want to go for a walk. When I am walking with my dad I mind my own business and don’t bark at all. Whenever I meet another dog I don’t growl or bark, but simply do my sniffing to get to know them. I even wait until I get home to pee!
I get to visit the neighbors (for even more attention) with my dads and simply lay at their feet until they are ready to go home. However, when it gets near my bedtime, 9:30, I start getting antsy and want to go home.
Life is different and life is good. I’ll keep you all up to date on how I’m doing. Keep reading my blog, please.
It’s been almost 3 months since our little girl, Lucky, suddenly left us and crossed over the rainbow bridge. We haven’t forgotten her for one minute since her passing. We have spent our time making a permanent memorial to Lucky, in the form of a pond and a small garden. She loved running around the backyard with Cato, chasing the birds and rabbits, and smelling the flowers. We know that in some ways she is still doing this in her own little garden.
Many times when Cato is in the backyard, he looks around, as if he’s looking for Lucky to join him. We are sure Cato can see her. Even though Cato misses Lucky he has blossomed into a new dog, showing his newfound strength and talents. He is now the top dog and will continue the tradition of Cattle Dog Kids.
Hey, just because the weather is cold, rainy, and damp and I have to stay inside, doesn’t mean I can’t be cool. My dads caught me chillin’ out on the couch waiting for a snack to come my way. Not only humans can be cool dudes, but we dogs can be cool dudes (or in my case cool dudesses) too. So, grab yourself a pair of shades, wrap yourself in a fleece blanket, ignore the crappy weather, and chill out!
Welcome to our birthday party. Eight years ago we were born into this world and 2 months later we joined our dads’ family as their favorite kids. I know we don’t look happy, but our dads make us wear these silly hats and pose for photos before we get to eat our cake. Little sister Lucky scarfed down her cake in no time, while Cato, the gentleman he is, took his time. As always we enjoyed our party and especially the cake and the treats. Wish you could have joined us. Thanks, Dads!
I have 3 favorite spots in our house. The bedroom where I love to sleep on the bed. The basement, where I can watch the sump pump. And my all-time favorite, the kitchen. Cato’s favorite spot I think it the bed, or any place where both of my dads are at the same time.
I am rarely away from the kitchen when it is occupied by one of my dads. Of course, I am as close to the kitchen table as I can get during mealtime. At breakfast my dad, Steve shares his morning banana with me, and sometimes with Cato, if he isn’t being picky. My dads always try to give us healthy treats, but once and a while we get a piece of meat or, our favorite pizza crusts.
My brother Cato is not as vigilant as I am when it comes to looking for the odd piece of food that could fall of the table or counter. He usually just lies under the table sleeping until he hears my mouth chewing. Then he sits up and waits for something to go his way.
In the picture above you can see me, Lucky, on the left, and Cato, on the right watching every move our dad Kevin is making, just in case, he drops something as he prepares a charcuterie board for a party. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a thing. Oh well, next time!
My dads are always calling me a pig for constantly looking for something to eat. But as I see it, I am only helping the floor stay clean by scarfing up any food before it hits the floor. It’s a job that requires a lot of patience!