The Struggle is Real

Greetings to all of yoo who are still reeling from the aftermath of Monday. My best intentions to banish the Cujo of weekdays and replace it with Funday has sadly failed. 

Even my nemesis Wabbit tried his best to send the M-day packing, but it came back like an unscrupulous snollygoster who just won't go away.

Go ahead and Google that word. I'll wait.

Anyway, this morning at precisely one second after midnight, Tuesday safely arrived, so yoo can all simmer down and catch yoor breaths. There's no use worrying about the inevitable until Sunday anyway.

A Window to Positivity

Welcome to Tuesdays with Dori. *wavy paws*

My Friends, I have a good feeling about today. Yes, I spend my days behind closed doors in my castle suite because there is a crazy Wabbit running amok who is determined to hunt me like prey, but I prefer to focus on the positives in my life.

Like enjoying a toasty sun puddle shining through my private window that overlooks a beautiful garden where deer nom Daddy’s hibiscus and cute bunnies dine on fruit and veggies left by Momma.

I think of my view as a Window to Positivity.

There is a saying: “What you think about, you bring about.”

Do you actually listen to what is going on in your mind? What do you spend the most time thinking about? 

Are your thoughts about accomplishing goals and dreams, or are they dwelling on people and relationships? Problems and disappointments? Why are you thinking about those things?

It is a known fact that what we think about and talk about is what we bring about. So, Friends, please be careful about what occupies your mind because your thoughts are like seeds that will bring forth fruits.

Make sure them fruits are sweet like strawberries n peaches. Not tart like lemons. 

Now go off and make it a Wonderpurr day! Love, Dori

Early to Bed

 

Hey, Pals. Rabbit here. I'm joining Feline Friday for the first time because I wanted to show off my new bed.

Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Conclusion

 

Hi pals, it's me Herman TattleCat back with the conclusion of my Diary pages when I flew to Las Vegas for the 2014 Blogpaws conference.

You know, no matter how old we pets are, there is still time to surprise our pawrents. For instance when Mom mentioned to our vet that she was concerned about how well I would do mixing it up with other pets at this conference, especially dogs because we never had a dog in our house, the vet told Mom she thought I would do extremely well. She said when I was around dogs at the vet (behind the scenes type of stuff while getting treatments) I was always chill, not at all upset with the barking.

And that proved to be right, because on day one Mom was wheeling me through the huge hotel lobby filled with dogs in  my Gen7Pet stroller named Mosey (you know him from my Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mystery novel that he's actually a Time Travel machine) when suddenly a Great Dane sauntered past me and licked my head before continuing on his way. My pawrents were stunned. Not only by my chill reaction, but also that they hadn't considered a huge doggo might slurp me.

So here is the Conclusion of my Diary to Blogpaws in Las Vegas:

Dear Diary --

It seems like yesterday when I was lolling around the gorgeous Westin Lake Las Vegas Resort & Spa, meeting fabulous Anipals and their hoomans, and rubbing elbows wif celebrities like Hauspanther Kate Benjamin, Tillman the skateboarding bulldog, and Mia the baby Capybara.

At the conference my mom always wore a pendant of a wooden Scrabble tile, designed by Naomi at Hyperspace Hippo. It was my face, of course! She had lots of people ask her where she bought it, and handed out business cards for Miz Naomi and also for Butterfly Cat Jackets who designed by pawsome tiger jacket.

Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Day 3

 

Friends, there's nothing like getting sick when you're far from home. Me and Mom share this experience because on her first trip to Vegas a few years before me, she got food poisoning at the Treasure Island hotel after eating in their restaurant. 

She got so sick, she asked Daddy to call for a doctor. Mom never asks for a doctor, but she was scared. The hotel wouldn't help Daddy, saying basically they weren't responsible. So Daddy had to put Mom in a cab and rush her to a nearby clinic. They wanted to admit her because she was severely dehydrated, but Mom had a plane to catch back home and said no. The trip back home was horrible, and because Treasure Island was so unsympathetic, Mom vowed to tell everyone she knew about her experience.

Anyway, here's what happened when I got rushed to Emergency:

Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Day 2

 

What the Friskies! You back already? Boy, that was a short night. I barely got in my standard nine hour cat nap. Anyway! I guess you're here to read the diary I kept while I attended the Las Vegas BlogPaws 2014 convention. Go ahead and read below. I'm going back to bed. 

DAY TWO: MAY 7, 2014

Time Travel To Blogpaws 2014 - Day 1

 

Hi pals, it's me Herman!!! back with an exciting week of Time Travel to 2014 when I flew to Las Vegas beside my pawrents to attend my first Blogpaws adventure. The week started out very exciting since I'd never been on a plane. But soon after we arrived, my pawrents realized I was in trouble and mom had to call 9-11.

I kept a diary of my adventure, as follows:

Dear Monday - You Are Hereby Cancelled

Dear Monday: You are hereby given notice to leave the premises immediately and not return. 

So far you are being blamed for Daddy stepping in a Gidget-gross hairball first step out of bed. 

You are also to blame for crows tearing apart the trash bags on the curb shortly after my Dadders put them out.

You made Momma spill 95% of her breakfast shake, making a mess of epic proportions. Plus she had used the last of her strawberries and was devastated. 

Also, the gooey drink dripped over the counter into the drawers, as well as soaked her shoes and shorts. Not a good look, I assure you.