Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge: Chloe didn’t do it…

Here is Princess Chloe the First looking very guilty about something she swears she didn’t do

Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

Look, human, you know I haven’t got opposable thumbs. I need your help here.  My Facebook friends need an update.  There are no new posts on Princess Chloe the First.  My fans don’t know what’s going on. You’re spending far too much time writing your own stuff and messing about with those widget things on your blog. What’s the point of you getting to be a hero from zero while the world is waiting to hear from me?

I appreciate that you are working hard on improving your writing skills, but I don’t get why I am not your principal topic. Remember that I am a senior dog and I deserve some priority.  I’ve managed to open up my page so please write here, write now and don’t disappoint me.

 

(Occasional Stuff is closed while negotiations about the hierarchy in  Baskerville Manor are in progress).

I like this

Facebook - Post by Text From Dog.

Eeeek! (It must be Christmas again)

Ooo gawd.. there is something weird going on here .. what’s that I feel on my head? 

Yours Truly Confused has the camera out, so I’m going to have to put a brave face on it. Hopefully if I’m really, really, good with this pose,  I’ll get some of those munchies she’s waving over her head with one hand while trying to focus the camera with the other. 

Aha! I remember now, the same thing happened about the same time last year.  Memo to self – destroy the antlers before Xmas 2014.

He’s behind you!

I know The Big Guy, the Diva and Duby are trying to tell me something ..
But I can’t figure out what

Something’s up

Ooooo – there is definitely something funny going on in Baskerville Manor. 
Yours Truly Confused had some visitors yesterday evening. They came in with two crate things. There was a really, really interesting scent, but before I could investigate properly, I was ushered out into the back garden. I was let in after the visitors had gone and YTC spent the evening going up and down into the attic.
I can hear her speaking to somebody called Mr Kit-Kat and somebody called Little Jet-Black, but I can’t hear anybody replying to her.  I’m a bit concerned about her sanity. 
Whenever she comes downstairs from the attic, that really, really interesting scent is on her, but she’s not telling me anything.
This morning the man from Tesco brought the groceries and among them was this stuff called “litter”.  Why on earth would she want to buy litter?  The Diva, The Big Guy and I can provide oodles of it for free anytime she likes, just let us at the bin.
Must investigate.