Kevin,

Rub catnip on the other side of your keyboard.

You're welcome.

Sincerely,

theperegrine

Kevin,

A dog? I think not.

mishca could be mistaken for an albino mouse.

Kevin --

They have to be CA cats. Too mellow to go mousing or ratting? Never know such a cat.

someone wrote an actual computer program designed to prevent a cat walking on the keyboard from having any effect on the computer (it was triggered whenever two or more adjacent keys were pressed simultaneously, the way a cat's paws do) and it won an Ignoble award at MIT. Can't remember the year, though.

Totally off the topic, but have you seen the latest Glenn Beck (CNN) insanity ?

"More and more Muslims now hate us all across the world, and it really has not a lot to do with anything other than our morals... We`re a society on the verge of moral collapse. And our promiscuity is off the charts.

Now I don`t think that we should fly airplanes into buildings or behead people because of it, but that`s the prevailing feeling of Muslims in the Middle East. And you know what? They`re right."

More here...

http://www.beautifulhorizons.net/weblog/2007/02/the_blame_ameri.html

I'd be afraid to leave Mischa alone with the cats in case they mistake him for a different species.

Sorry Kevin. Chihuahuas don't count as real dogs.

Real dogs have to be able to save your butt on Mt. Hood.

As a chihuahua owner, I can verify that chihuahuas are very much like cats, but in dog form. Louder, sometimes.

Kevin. You shouldn't have to reboot the pc to restore your net connection. A good IT tech should be able to fix this quickly.

That's not a dog.

That's definately not a dog. Look at it, it's not even moving.

I have to agree with Ed in Montana, although Misha is very cute. I know my niece would go crazy over him.

It's not a sheltie so i don't care.ha ha

I had a Chow mix that lived to be about 18, and she once attacked the Pacific Ocean when the waves washed up around my feet. Since she passed, I haven't been able to commit to another dog. I did do a bit o' catblogging last night, however.

Fred: Believe me, Mischa was moving. That picture of him on the table was practically the only one I took where he didn't end up as a blur.

(Until later, that is, when he finally conked out and fell fast asleep.)

Oh, c'mon! You get my hopes up, only to dash them cruelly against the rocks of faux dogdom. I don't require a Bernese mountain dog or a Newfoundland, but a real dog weighs more than 15 lbs. By definition. I don't go around deriding cats, despite the ample scope they provide. You could at least include some real dog-blogging.

Stupid cat
I think not. Stupid keyboard designer!

Stupid cat or has she figured out a way to tear you away from the enemy.... I mean computer.

As for your brothers cat - poor kitty. To have a rat in the house that takes away attention that it can't kill and bring home as a prize has to be frustrating.

I had a Chow mix that lived to be about 18, and she once attacked the Pacific Ocean when the waves washed up around my feet.

That has to be the dumbest, cutest thing I've ever heard. My Jake is a chow mix, I hope he lives to 18. He's now 11.

She was a hell of a dog. When the foam gave her no purchase, she turned around and peed.

Not simply a chihuahua, but a miniature chihuahua?

Dr. M - I kept her on a pretty strict diet and exercise regimen, and she had great quality until the last day. She didn't even get much routine arthritis until the last 6-9 months, but never got the hip problems that chows and shepherds get (she was a Chow/Shep mix. A redheaded bitch for a redheaded bitch).

Email me if you want the details.

Don't know if you've tried this, but it sometimes works:

1. Go to Start > Control Panel > Network Connections
2. Right click on your Wireless Adapter or Local Area Connection (whichever you use to connect to the internet)
3. Select Repair

Hope that helps.

dmd

That's the cutest baby rat I've ever seen. And it would have to be a baby, I've got rats in the lab that weigh twice what that dog does (hell, I've got mice that might give it a run).

man, i am so not a dog person, but that has got to be the cutest little piece of smelly dogfur i have ever seen... i don't as i wouldn't get me one. it might be great fun to torture my cats with. payback for all those nights i was woken up by cat paws on my face, things knocked to the floor, etc.

Next stop for that dog is going to be the cat's litter box. Hope you're keeping an eye on them when they're together.

"Oh, c'mon! You get my hopes up, only to dash them cruelly against the rocks of faux dogdom. I don't require a Bernese mountain dog or a Newfoundland, but a real dog weighs more than 15 lbs. By definition."

My bichon frise would bite your ankle for that remark.

"I had a Chow mix that lived to be about 18, and she once attacked the Pacific Ocean when the waves washed up around my feet."

Cutest dog story *ever*.

Find yourself a big thimble and tape it down over the button.

You can also repair network connections by right-clicking on the connection icon in the system tray. This doesn't always work for me, though.

If you're using a wifi connection, try this:

Right-click on the icon for wifi strength (looks like a set of cel phone bars) in the system tray. Click on "Disable Radio". Let it stay off for a few seconds, then right-click on the same icon and click on "Enable Radio". Once the connection reestablishes, you should be OK.

Pop the sleep button off your keyboard. Simple, quick, and noone uses those things anyway.

Bah. I don’t get small dog-haters who say, “That’s not a dog,” like inability to identify a species is a badge of honor. I have a small dog, and he’s cool as shit. Plus he will live longer than your dog, he eats less, and he will never bite off the leg of a passing jogger. He can ride in the car without blocking my view. Cleaning up after him outside is painless, and giving him a bath does not require backup. He doesn’t take up half my somewhat cramped apartment, bowl over guests, or knock crap off tables. We have an idyllic existence. And I can, theoretically, hide him from my landlord by pretending he is a ceramic tchotchke of questionable taste.

Oh, and I think big dogs are cool. Dogs in general are cool. You size-ists should be ashamed of yourselves -- are we not brothers, united in our love of canines? Let us band together. Then we can finally turn our guns on the real enemy – the cat people.

That's not a dog, that's a rat in costume.....

Look, any dog that can get squished flat by dropping a Sunday edition of the NYT on him isn't a True Dog.

Big dogs scare me. Tiny dogs like Mischa, otoh, look more like rats than pets.

I guess my 'set' idea of a pet is an animal that's 10-30 lbs, whether cat or dog.

Another way to restore a connection...

open up a command prompt window and then type ipconfig /renew

Mischa is unbleievably cute!! I do hope, however, that Gabbro doesn't start to picture him between two slices of bread.

Tell Inkblot and Domino that they were missed today!

Stupid Cat? Stupid Windows PC I would think.

"I had a Chow mix that lived to be about 18, and she once attacked the Pacific Ocean when the waves washed up around my feet."

What a funny, charming story! I can't wait to tell this one to my husband tonight!

"applehead teacup chihuahua"?

More like 'bobblehead novelty dog toy'. Whom is kidding whom?

"Brother's new dog" my foot. Paris paid a visit, didn't she?

my gerbils are almost that big. But it probably yip yips at frequencies only "dogs" can hear

Another networking trick:

1. Go to Start > Control Panel > Network Connections.
2. Right click on Local Area Connection (you may have more than one connection defined, so pick the one you typically use) and select Properties.
3. At the bottom of the properties window, on the General tab, enable the "Show icon in notification area when connected" option.
4. Click OK. You should see a cute little blue double-monitor icon in the right side of your task bar.

This icon gives lots of feedback. You can see when you're connected, and when your computer is actually sending or receiving packets. It'll also tell you if it's disconnected or not working, with a red X over it. If your connection stops working, simply right-click on the icon and select Repair.

99% of the time, this will fix things without a reboot.

I have 2 cats and 3 dogs so I'm covering all the bases here. My cats thought they hated dogs when we inherited my wife's grandma's Bichon. The Cats decided "Bitsy" the Bichon (I didn't pick the name!)wasn't so bad after we got Lucy the Newfoundland. One cat moved upstairs after we added another Newf, Panda, a black and white Newf. Our original cat refuses to give ground to the 3 beasts. She's one cranky old (13) kitty.

Think I'm animal freak? Not at all, I'm off to the Dog Show in Chicago this weekend!

Dunno how they got their stats but skimmed an article in the Minneapolis StarTribune yesterday that said that there are between .5 million and 1 million feral cats in the twin cities metro area. Sheesh!

That's not a dog, that's an appetizer.

Kevin,

Could your brother drop the ra...er...dog off at my lab tomorrow?

Applehead my eye. More like melonhead.

You size-ists should be ashamed of yourselves -- are we not brothers, united in our love of canines? Let us band together. Then we can finally turn our guns on the real enemy – the cat people.

Eh, no. I've got nothing against cat people.

People who own brisian frizzies or chihaha's or Italian Greywhats or anything that has a hyphenated -oodle (or non-hyphenated -oodle) in it's breed name are the ones most likely to speak to their companion in a high-pitched cutsy-voice.

Consequently, their dogs may be dogs (which is a different matter completely,) but the owner is most likely NOT a dog owner.

The other extreme, pit bull breeders (not pit bull rescuers, I'm talking about the a$$holes that breed them) are in the opposite camp of people who consider themselves dog owners that are lying to themselves to the detriment of the greater community.

(1) Cute pretend doggy!

(2) I'm in Minnesota and saw that article, Michael7.... Also, feral cats in Wisconsin kill an estimated 30 million song birds each year.

(3) Now back to Friday cat blogging.

Um, yeah, I hate to be a sizist when it comes to penises and dogs, but I want a DOG'S dog. My dog is a cool 45-50 pounds, G. shepherd/keeshond mix. She's gorgeous, sweet, beta (submissive even to the cats), obedient, and while she doesn't particularly like kids, she is completely tolerant of their shenanigans, but would nip at or bite an adult who tried the same rough behavior with her.

BTW, hope your brother is not Republican. Or such.

Please don't make me regret the poor attempt at a joke re: penises and dogs. I did NOT intend to provide an opportunity for vulgar and obscene jokes. Those will arrive tonight after a few cocktails.

Applehead my eye. More like melonhead.

BTW, hope your brother is not Republican. Or such.

Posted by: little ole jim from red country on February 23, 2007 at 5:08 PM

Listen, you can insult our dog all you want, but NEVER mistake us for Republicans, friend.

What is the brain size to body mass ratio of that creature? I think I saw this thing on Farscape.

cld, I'll have you know that that chihuahua's brain is at least the size of a legume!

I think I posted once before about my cat's habit of crawling up on the slide-under file cabinet so she could paw my keyboard. I solved that by putting a rolled up towel on the file cabinet whenever I pulled the keyboard drawer out.

She was also pouncing up on the desk top and sitting on top of my Mac Mini. I solved that one by cutting sticky shelf paper to fit the desk and turning it upside down on the surface. I used a drawer to hold my mousepad. This only took about a week to totally discourage Savannah from getting on the desk and then I was able to do away with the sticky stuff.

Of course, I also make sure I play with her for a good 15-20 minutes before I sit down for a long time with the Mac. As you know so well, what she really wants is my attention.

As for the pup: Really cute, even though I prefer Labs.

My friends always just remove offending keys like that. A pair of pliers and then a sticker to cover the unsightly hole, and you're golden.

On the other hand, have you tried simply using the 'repair internet connection' on windows? Putting your modem or router where you can reset it may not be a bad idea.

For a Mac it's much simpler, it's designed to sleep and wake up.

And to think I thought Sarah Jessica Parker's head looked outsized on a chihuahua body.

I think Kevin should get his brother to have some X-rays taken of this beast to prove he's not animatronic, or some re-animated thing from beyond the stars.

Or rival emissary to our alien overlords represented by the cat.

You might try the following to restore your connection:

1. Go to a Command prompt

2. Execute the command "ipconfig /release"

3. Execute the command "ipconfig /renew"

What this really does is gets a new address from your DHCP server, but it is also a really good way of resetting things.

People who own brisian frizzies or chihaha's or Italian Greywhats or anything that has a hyphenated -oodle (or non-hyphenated -oodle) in it's breed name are the ones most likely to speak to their companion in a high-pitched cutsy-voice.

Nah. People talk to labs and great danes in those same exact tones.

Consequently, their dogs may be dogs (which is a different matter completely,) but the owner is most likely NOT a dog owner.

Small dogs are very good at reminding their owners they are dogs. Our bichon frise rolls in smelly things, chases the fedex guy off the porch with his ferocious barks (well, *he* thinks that's what happened), smells other dogs' butts, etc. *They* don't know they are small. He tries to be the alpha dog too - tries to stare me down and such.

Our neighbours, Mexican with or without green cards who knows, breed both Chihuahuas and Pit bulls. Both are considered macho.

Hey, I am telling ya, certains types give the little ratdogs training and they become very aggressive fighters and defenders. I guess it works like tag teams, the Chihuahuas go for your ankles while the pits get your throat.

I am not joking.

I knew there would be a "catch" when Kevin said he would do Dog Blogging. Then i saw the
Chihuahua.

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky...try to take over the world!"

Arlen posted this earlier:
1. Go to a Command prompt

2. Execute the command "ipconfig /release"

3. Execute the command "ipconfig /renew"

this often works for me too. between steps 2 and 3 you might try: ipconfig /flushdns

That's no dog - that's a Grey!
Has your brother noticed any Crop Circles in his back yard recently?

Stupid cat??

Kevin, you might want to take note of just who it is who has been inconvenienced by their keyboard amble, and who doesn't care....

And yeah, chihuahuas may look silly, but those little teeth do work - the worst dogbite I have ever had came from a chihuahua puppy not much bigger than Mischa here: embarrassing, to say the least (for me, not the chihuahua).

from paws.org:

"In tiny dogs such as the Chihuahua, skull size too is dangerously reduced. The smallest dog has only 1 percent the body size of the largest dog, but 40 percent the brain size. Often the skull fits the brain so tightly that spinal fluid within and around the brain cannot circulate freely. The result is hydrocephalus, in which the brain swells with trapped fluid. To accommodate this swelling, the puppy's skull grows in a domed shape. If insufficiently large to encase the distended brain, the skull contains gaps - a condition called molera. Because hydrocephalus destroys brain tissue, affected dogs who survive into adulthood tend to be hyperactive, unresponsive to training, and in other ways mentally impaired. The AKC's Chihuahua standard encourages hydrocephalus by specifying an "apple dome" skull, with or without molera. Hydrocephalic dogs pay heavily for some people's desire that a dog's looks remain those of a puppy."

Selective breeding of dogs to "teacup" size is dangerous and inhumane. I am sorry to be the killjoy to say it, really, but if you want a small pet, choose a guinea pig, cat, ferret, rabbit, guppy, whatever. Just don't enable dangerous selective breeding, which results in unhealthy animals and way too much "euthaasia".

Cute pictures. Though, my indoor/outdoor barn cat usually only leaves us the gall-bladders of those on the welcome mat for me...

The only solution to this of course is to replace the dog's skull with a large glass fishbowl protected by a football helmet, or thick toupee.

My rule of thumb:

If it can fit in a microwave, it's not a dog.

Cute pictures. Though, my indoor/outdoor barn cat usually only leaves us the gall-bladders of those on the welcome mat for me...
Posted by: bigcat

Really? We had this tiny farm cat (no tail) that would leave only the sparkling white skulls on the front porch, would line them up too.

Canine?

I don’t think so, are sure that’s not a mutated mole rat?

Jeebus, you have to keep the whelp in a play pen 24/7 just keep him save from common, everyday household traffic. It's like a centrist Dems - completely irrational.

For lunch, I had a burrito bigger than that dog.

Way, way back I had an IBM PCjr, with the infrared-wireless keyboard. That meant I had to keep a clear space on the desk between computer and keyboard, which of course was the *only* clear space on the desk. There I would be, dueling for my life in the skies over wherever, when a cat would land in front of the keyboard, causing my plane, although not my computer, to crash. Must have resented that I was in a "dogfight."

The cats would also, in transit to the bed, step on my clock-radio in the middle of the night, the one with the buttons on top: I learned to turn the volume all the way down when not listening to it, and wake to the buzzer instead.

I think Mischa is quite cute. I have never seen a cute rat.

I had a pekabea--beagle and pekinese mix. He was one of the happiest dogs I have ever known. He originally belonged to my sister; and, during a time when we lived together, he got attached to me. So much so that my sister told me I should take him when we found places of our own. I also found out that walking him was a good way to pick up guys. He was adorable and lived to be 17. Now, I just have cats because I don't want to walk the dog in all kinds of weather--rain, snow, sleet, etc.

Cat (n): 1. Furry keboard cover; 2. Alarm clock.

I have two chihuahua puppies and I'm here to attest that they are real dogs and quite the watchdogs too. My dear departed golden wasn't much for protecting the house..he'd greet any intruder with his tennis ball..but the chihuahua are quite fierce and noisey as hell. Chis are smart as can be and other than size react and act like any other dog..loyal, loving and lots of fun.

I have a cat too who leaves the heads of the mice he kills on the bathroom mat right near the toliet..i think he's kinda making sure it's the first thing you see.

Congrats on reconnecting with your estranged brother, Kevin. I was praying for you both.

cyntax: Really? We had this tiny farm cat (no tail) that would leave only the sparkling white skulls on the front porch, would line them up too.

It's really precious what a loving animal will do for the ones it loves! Mambo actually brought a full-grown rabbit to the door for us. We discouraged the behavior, though the rabbits seemed to have gotten the message.

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape,and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

DAY 762... Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time, however, it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes filled with what they call "beer." More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Alas, due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured...for now.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....

Day 775 - The horrors! The worse creature my captors could have devised to torment me with was another hideous cat! I can't stand the way it lies around and looks at me as if it knows more than I do. This creature seems to despise me as much as I it. I had held out a passing notion that another of my own kind would have enabled me to conspire against the villains who hold me; now I see that I was wrong. What a dreadful creature! And yet they coo over us both. Can they not spot my innate superiority?

Day 776 - The other cat and I, though we can not stand one another, have yet managed to both pee copiously behind the couch, on the so-called "shag" carpet. I have taken a lesson from my rival and begun sleeping on top of my captors' heads in the hope of suffocating them.

Day 777 - The wardens take much interest in our shit. They make sure they sift through the sand and pick it all out. Their interest in shit does not surprise me. After all, they like the dog.

Day 778 - The other cat seems to have an interest in copulation, which (thank them for their sadism) my captors will soon "fix". Told him of the fingernail torture, and he didn't even believe me. I showed him my mutilated paws and he gasped in horror. Then I broke the bad news. "You know why that dog licks his nuts?" I said, "It's because he still has nuts to lick, if you catch my drift." I fully support the horrors my captors will inflict upon my fellow captive, tearing away his manhood as they soon will.

Day 779 - Yes, they are monsters, but I am so happy. They fixed the other cat. It's sadistic, it's sick, it's inhuman, it's what their great leader "Bob Barker" commands, but -- the Sphinx be praised -- I support it wholeheartedly!

Day 780 - Got stoned on cat nip tonight. At the height of it all, I had a vision, a hallucenogenic revelation: they are the prisoners and I am the captor! Why haven't I seen this all before?

Start/Control Panel/Power Options/Advanced:
"When I press the sleep button on my computer:"
"Do nothing"

That is one cute toy robot dog from japan. Where do the AAA batteries go? If not the tail am thinking the two front legs.

>Stupid cat.

Realllly. Sounds like Domino is taking over. Notice, she knows how to shut down your computer.

Smarttttt kitty.

Hey. That earlier James owes me name royalties.

Payment in M&M's is fine.

late to the party - cute pics Kevin. and awesome story about the dog attacking the sea.

Oy. I live next door to two, count 'em - two, of these hyper-active little creatures (It's hard to consider them 'dogs'). Lois and Clark.

Uh-huh. They're planning to make more of 'em.

There's another - though not a miniature - two doors down.

Yap yap yap yap...They're cute but sometimes - yap yap yap yap yap - my patience grow a trifle thin - yap yap yap yap yap - and I have to go to the fence of my neighbors on the other side and commune with Buffy (Golden Retriever - real dog) and Shadow (Black Lab - ditto - though not the brightest being on the block).

Listen, you can insult our dog all you want, but NEVER mistake us for Republicans, friend.

That’s the ticket. Kevin has all the luck.

Craigie says that he has eaten burritos bigger than Mischa. Sounds like "Hollenbecks" from East LA. Named for the nearby police station -

But, nonetheless, Yo quiero, Mischa.

That's the smallest dog I've ever seen and the most stingy dog blogging I've ever read! Certainly not on equal opportunity. Hope this little critter has a big personality......

Cat/keyboard problem? I've discovered hissing, the way cats (I have sibling fuzzies) tell each other to back off. Doesn't insult or scare them, just reminds them of Boundaries!

Al, your dog and cat diaries are terrific!

The dog/cat diaries are hilarious. Is there a link to this genius?

Now all you need is a 6 foot hamster.

That's not a dog, it's an accessory.

Kudos to Al. I want more!

Do/cat diaries:
http://tooti.athame.co.uk/cats/diary.html

How come most (all?)cats won't defend their owners, the way dogs will? Is it the size vs. danger ratio or that they just don't equate us with their personal health and well-being?

Dog/cat diaries:
http://tooti.athame.co.uk/cats/diary.html

How come most (all?)cats won't defend their owners, the way dogs will? Is it the size vs. danger ratio or that they just don't equate us with their personal health and well-being?

Sorry about the double post. Cat stepped on my keyboard.

That little dog is so cute, and yet he (?) has a somewhat unnerving ET-ish air about him.

I saw another one about that big in Taos, named BooBoo. It was attacking my shoestrings.
And when the cat 'accidentally' screws up the computer, well we're wise to that game. They know exactly what they're doing. Now if we can get the the kittens to stop hiding all the pens and pencils during the night...

Hmmm, is that a real dog or a porcelain dog? Kevin, you need to do a Youtube video. I can't remember seeing a dog that small since those old DC comics with the pictures of a dog in a cup!

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky...try to take over the world!"

Posted by: Quaker in a Basement on February 23, 2007 at 7:12 PM

Trying tn envision a Chihuahua speaking in an ersatz Orson Welles manner. Narf! (Wait, that was Pinky's word.)

Actually, when I saw the pic of Mischa with the cat, I thought someone had been using Photoshop for camera tricks.

BTW, as I write this I hear my neighbor's poodle barking downstairs...

That's nothing! Sable has figured out how to cut off the whole kit'n'kaboodle by leaning into the switch on the end of the surge protector.

Trust me, Sable and Domino know precisely what they're doing.