BAHAHAHAHA!

Jib here.

             Kite and I play.

                               Then we laugh.

Wrestle

Jib here.

Wrestle!!!

I Love Puppies

Jib here.

I love puppies.

All puppies!

Good-bye, Josie

Sailor here.

I am taking care of Mom again. She is still sad about Zoe and she is sad about Josie.

Josie went to the Rainbow Bridge today. She is the family cat. She lived upstairs here for a while while Katy was finding a house for Josie and the rest of her family. Josie loved to hunt and caught mice and birds. She never wanted to play with me or Zoe or Jib, but  she was happy to play with everyone else. She slept and looked out the window and teased Jib when he was having a bath.

Zoe said Josie belonged to HER and Josie said she belonged to Josie. That's how cats are.

Mom said Josie disappeared from Katy's new house a while ago and then she was found. But her poor body couldn't go on any longer because she couldn't find enough food when she was lost. So Katy let her go join Zoe and Zoe came and showed her the way to the  Rainbow Bridge.

Mom is going to go outside tonight at bedtime and find Josie's star in the sky. She will cry and I will hug Mom and make her feel better.

Because that's my job.

Heal, Heal, Heal

Sailor here.

Thank you, Kite, you little Bilgewater scurvy-pup, for helping heal Mom's broken heart.

That is MY job, but I can always use some help.

Little Dentist

Jib here.  

Kite says he wants to be a dentist when he grows up.

Hmmmph.

Zoe (1995 - 2012)

Sailor and Jib here.

Mom is sad. The whole family is sad.

Mom says:

There is a new star in the heavens tonight, but a light has gone out of our lives.

Godspeed, Zoe, on your way North of the Rainbow Bridge.

Travel well on the leading edge of Winter,

To dance in your silver harness in the Northern Sky.

Run, Zoe, run.

Run hard, run fast, run free.

Some Fun!

Jib here.

We play chase!

We play tug!

We play Bite Me!

We play Ouch, My Kilts!

Mom doesn't let me play with little Kite as much as I want.

Mom doesn't let Kite play with me as much as he wants, either.

Sometimes Mom takes him into the bathroom and clicks her clicker. I can smell the cookies. Kite can eat the cookies.

And when Mom returns him to me, he is brain dead.

What's a collie to do?

Oh dear

Sailor here.

Oh dear, oh dear. 

No good will come of this.

Crocodiles and Alligators

Jib here.

Kite and I play. We play alligators and crocodiles. I am the alligator.

I like this game better than Pull-Out-Jib's-Undercoat.

But when Kite plays POJU first, the crocodile ends up with a mouthful of fur!

Tug!

Jib here.

Kite is fun.

He plays tug.

He plays tug with me!

A New Bilgewater

Sailor here.

When Mom brought Jibby home, DeeDee liked him. Me, not so much.

Same with the new little Bilgewater. He's somewhat of a pest.

Jib loves him. Mom loves him. Zoe loves him.

But Mom still loves me the best.

A puppy!

Jib here.

Mom brought me a puppy!!!!

A puppy! A puppy! A puppy!

Puppy!

Kite!

Sailor here.
I knew it. I just knew it.
Mom brought Jib home a puppy.

So, Mom, when are you sending him back?

Something's Happening...

Sailor here.

Something is happening. Something...I almost remember.

Mom set up an X-pen in her office. There is a dog bed inside. There is newspaper inside.

She carried a small crate upstairs. It is too small for me. It is too small for Jib.

The last time this happened, Jib came to live with me.

What is happening? Jib already lives here.

Could it be...?