Continuing The Tradition on My Own.

Top Dog, Cato

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.

In Loving Memory of Our Little Princess, Lucky.

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.

I’m One Cool Dog

Cool Lucky

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!

It’s Our Birthday!

Cato and Lucky

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!

Just Waiting for Something to Fall!

Waiting and Hoping for something to fall!

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!

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I Have Become a Star!

 

Hi! It’s me, Lucky.  I have some news to share with everyone.  I am becoming famous on Facebook.

 My dads have purchased a Tovala oven and subscribed to the prepared meals to cook in the oven.  My dad, Kevin, loves to cook and when he cooks the Tovala meals he takes pictures of them to share on Facebook.  Every time he prepares a meal and takes a photo I’m naturally close by his side, in case a morsel of food falls on the floor. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened yet.

People who see his posts and photos on Facebook have noticed that I’m in every photo.  Some people were surprised when they noticed that my brother, Cato, photobombed the post because they thought I was the only dog, haha.

If you want to see one of the posts from my dad, here it is.


My dads thank Tovala for their oven and their meals.



Nothing Escapes Us

Cato and Lucky watching over the back yard.

Sometimes our humans try to sneak away and work in the front yard or talk with the neighbors across the street.  They think we don’t know where they are, but nothing escapes our watchful eyes.
From this vantage point, we can see if there is anyone walking down the street or if the mailman is coming.  If there’s a dog being walked or a delivery truck on the street we always sound the alarm.  Our humans say we think we own the street and everyone has to ask our permission to walk down the street or welcome company into their homes.  That’s not true, but it would be nice if it were.  We may be cattle dogs, but we’re good watchdogs too!

We wish you a Happy New Year!

Hi everyone. Lucky here. I am sorry that Cato and I didn’t post our Christmas photos and holiday wishes earlier. There was so much activity around here and you wouldn’t believe all of the food in our house! Our humans hung our stockings by the fireplace and we both went crazy with all of the good smells coming from what was in them. But we behaved and didn’t pull them down.
Neither one of us can read too well.
There were even gifts under the tree for my brother Cato and me, but we were both very well behaved an didn’t chew on them. We knew they were ours because we could smell that all too familiar pet shop smell. Neither one of us can read too well, but we can smell real good!
…we were both bad kids…
On Christmas morning we were both very excited to open our gifts. I tried to hide my big gift under the blankets on the couch, but Cato opened his right away. Finally I opened mine and found a big orange fish that squeaked. Cato got a big green turtle. I would have shown you pictures, but we were both bad kids and chewed them both up already. One of my dad’s told me that’s why he doesn’t buy us more squeaky toys.
I hope Santa forgets about this by the time next Christmas comes around!
We both got a brand new collar to wear. Cato’s is blue and mine is wild pink. You can see us wearing them in the photos above. Cato has such long hair you can’t see his very well. We also got a lot of goodies in our stockings, but we only get one treat each day. I was a naughty girl today and climbed onto a chair and stole some Christmas cookies that were on the dining room table. I hope Santa 
forgets about this by the time next Christmas comes around!
Happy New Year!
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, but Cato and I don’t stay up until midnight to celebrate because we start getting ready for bed around 9 PM. Our dads celebrate though and told me to wish everyone a Happy New Year from them and Cato and myself.
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