Visiting

Yesterday Laura and I went to visit our friends on Catherine Street.

I don't 100% like going to visit them because the people there are always poking and prodding me, and sometimes there are dogs there who are very rude and sniff at my bum! But it's a good place to get treats, so it's not all bad.

Yesterday, my friend Barb came out to see me as soon as I arrived. She didn't poke at me at all. She just wanted me to stand on this black platform. Then she gave me two treats because she likes me!

Then Laura and I went into the small room, and my friend Trevor came in to see me. He poked and prodded me all over, and then he stuck a needle in my bum! I didn't think that was very nice, but I didn't say anything because I am a brave princess. Anyhow, I think Trevor felt bad about the needle, because then he gave me a treat to apologize. And then, because I was so good, he gave me another one.

Then, after Trevor left, my friend Dana came in to visit me. She poked at my bum too. She kept poking and poking. I tried to sit down to make her stop, but Laura wouldn't let me. (Laura really wasn't very nice to me on that trip. She is supposed to be my best friend! She is supposed to protect my bum from other people and dogs!) Anyhow... when Dana was finally done poking at my bum, she gave me a treat. So I decided to forgive her. Then she gave me another treat because I am so cute!

So, all in all, six treats was not a bad visit. And afterwards, my bum really did feel better, so I decided to forgive Laura too (even though she didn't give me any treats!)

A Good Birthday

I had a good birthday party yesterday. Many of my loyal subjects came to pay their respects.

Here you see two of my ladies in waiting, Claire and Kate, giving me a nice ear massage:


and here Kate is giving me a hand massage:

When you get to be twelve years old, your paws can start to hurt a lot, but it is still nice to have a massage when it is gentle.

So many people came to my birthday party that Laura was busy all day making food for them. She was so busy making the food for my guests that she didn't have a chance to bake my special birthday cookies until really late. I didn't get to eat one until one in the morning! That is pretty late for a princess to stay up, and my Mum said it technically wasn't even my birthday anymore, but I didn't mind because when you are a princess you have to look after your subjects, and I was happy that so many people came to see me and they were all well fed.

Even very good parties can be tiring for a twelve year old princess. I was happy to have a nap afterwards on my nice bed with my friend Claire.

Now We Are Twelve

Happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to me!
Happy twelfth birthday Princess Kendal!
Won't you please bring me treats?

New Bed

It took a lot of hint-dropping before they got the message, but I finally convinced my humans to get me a proper bed for my new spot.

Home... Again

Last week I moved house for the eighth time.

I actually moved a week ago Wednesday, and Laura came with me, but then she had to go back to our old house as she still had more moving to do. (It takes humans longer to move house than puppy dogs. I don't know why. It even takes Laura longer -- though she has moved house 44 times now. You'd think she would be faster at it by now, but she isn't.)

Laura was gone for three more days to finish moving. (Plus, I think she went to a party at that place where they don't allow puppy dogs.) I was sad when she went back to our old house without me, but I knew she would not be gone for long because all of our stuff was already in our new home.

I am glad that we left Guelph. My friends hardly ever came to visit me there, and that made me sad. Plus, my friend Janet (my best friend in Guelph) who used to live next door to us moved away at the end of July, and then we got new neighbours who were noisy. The new neighbours had loud parties that made our walls throb and they smoked on our front lawn and they never gave me any cookies. I didn't like them very much.

Now, where Laura and I are living, I have a big yard to go exploring in, and friends come to visit me every day. Life is much better here.

Fly Catching

I learned something new today.

Those of you who know me know how much I like to be helpful. I especially like helping my friend Laura. Well, one of the things that I do to help Laura is that I catch flies for her. When Laura is working, I don't want those flies to bother her. They are not supposed to come in our house, so when they do, I catch them and I eat them. Well...

Today Laura was making me my dinner, and a big nasty fly came into our kitchen. I did not want that fly to bother Laura while she was getting my dinner ready, so I chased after it and I caught it... and it bit me back!

Flies are not supposed to do that. They just buzz around and annoy people until I catch them and eat them. But not this fly. This fly hurt my mouth so much I had to spit it out. There it lay on the kitchen floor on its back, kicking its feet in the air. Laughing at me.

Laura was really mad. She was so mad at that fly, she took one of my candy jars and she smashed it into the fly. She smashed it and she smashed it and she ground that fly into the linoleum so it wasn't laughing anymore and it could never bite me again. Then she scraped up that nasty fly and threw it in the garbage.

Note to self: Next time, leave the yellow and black striped flies for Laura to deal with.

Garden Guard

This is a picture of me on guard duty. I am guarding our back patio garden from rodent invaders.

Last night while I was sleeping, a dastardly squirrel infiltrated our garden and stole several jalapeño peppers and one crimson hot pepper. He chewed right through the crimson hot too, leaving only a small bit of flesh behind. I hope that squirrel's insides are a burning!

As you can see in the window beside me, we have to keep most of our plants inside to protect them from the squirrels,



but Laura figured hot peppers, of all things, would be safe outside. I guess the rodents in these parts are made of stronger metal than we'd given them credit for.

That plant you can see down in front (in the top picture) in its own pot is a habañero.



It doesn't have any fruit on it yet, but Laura says to give it a few more weeks. Then we'll see if those dastardly squirrels dare do battle with our habañero.