Ward House

Mason & Odi

It is always interesting when a puppy is thrown into an existing family with a 6 year old male cat. Mason grew up with Domino and tries to play with Ronnie’s dog (Spanky) on the few occasions he has come over to visit so I figured that he would ok with Odi. Odi would definately be ok with Mason.

Odi is so excited about having someone roughly his size to play with while Mason, well, is less excited.

Odi’s mom is a brown German Short-haired pointer and his dad is a wire haired jack russell terrier. I’ll let you google those pictures. =) We are still trying to figure out how that happened! He likes to eat cat food, sticks, rocks, well most anything. I think this excerpt from a dog and a cat’s diary is very accurate as to Mason and Odi’s views of life at our house.

  • The Dog’s Diary> 8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
  • The Cat’s Diary> Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …

I just love that email. Time to get ready for work – I will keep you updated on Mason and Odi.

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June 25, 2008 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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