Happy Opening Day to all my Buddies, regardless of team affection or affiliation.
Here is an oldie but goodie, with my sissie E.Rabbitt, her friend from before birth, Robbie and their friend Fredbird! We can't tell you how long ago this was taken, because then you would know how truly old the Abbott-Rabbitt is!
Look, internet doggies. I, Eartha Kitteh, am here to speak with you about this game called basketball (which, as far as I can tell, is not as fun as the game called fetch).
The lady I live with, E. Rabbit, says this dog named Gus that she says is my uncle is all sorts of bummed because both teams called "Terriers" are out of the Basketball Tournament.
I would like to point out that by contrast, TWO teams called "Cats" are still in the tournament: the Cats of Kentucky and the Cats of Arizona.
She says these teams are both "Wild Cats," which I thought meant cats who live in the out of doors, as I used to before I moved in with her. But she says they are actually BIG MEAN CATS who live in the mountains and eat smaller cats and dogs and bunnies and things.
I think that sounds like a pretty sweet gig, if you ask me.
She also says that SHE is one of the Wild Cats from Arizona. And then she sings a song called "Bear Down, Arizona" to prove this.
Let us review the evidence, internet doggies and people:
1) She thinks a dog called Gus is my uncle.
2) She thinks another dog called Teka is my cousin.
3) She thinks she is a Wild Cat.
4) She thinks that a song about bears is evidence.
Clearly, this lady is not so bright. But regardless: Go Cats!
Me and Miss Asta are in New Orleans for a bit of pre Mardi Gras pawtying!
After some difficulty with the crabs for the gumbo escaping from their boxes at JFK in New York, we have officially arrived and met up with some of our pals.....
Here we are with Jake and Miss Fergi having Big Nets at the Cafe Du Monde! Miss Asta and Miss Fergi had that chicory coffee stuff. Me and Jake stuck with the CoCola (see, I can talk Southrin!) A most Welcome Side Effect is that CoCola is quite simpatico with Terrier Vibes, so we should be able to stay awake until early Wednesday morning, which is what Asta and Fergie have in mind anyway!Asta and I had to stop and eat some crawfish (or crayfish, whichever you prefer) and so we picked up a half a basket of crabs to replace the ones we had to abandon at the airport.
Mon cher petit maman, she has been in ze kitchen all day long, cooking up ze file' gumbo. All day long, we 'av been smelling ze crab and ze shrimp. Ze onions and ze garlic! Ze fishy stock and ze roux.
And all day long, le petit Teka has been saying she does not like ze smells. She does not understand why muzzer must be in ze kitchen so much, so zer is no time to play seek-a Teka. So ze dad must take us on ze morning walk. So all we can talk about is ze gumbo! She has not had a taste of ze gumbo like I, Gus Dagger wft, world traveller (well, USA anyway) and famous terrier gourmet. She does not remember ze parties in Virginia when ze muzzer cooked and ze people ate and dropped samples. She has not my sophistication and educated palate.
But me, ze Gus Dagger dog. I know how marvellous is ze gumbo. I know how delicious is ze king cake! I know how handy are ze beer mugs and ze bread plates. Ah yes, ze mardi gras party is about to begin.
And now ze Teka dog knows that it worth ze wait. Now she knows what for is ze long day of preparations! Now she has tasted ze crab and ze shrimp. And slurped the broth out of the abandoned bowls. Now she is sleeping off ze gumbo drunk in her crate. While I, Gus Dagger, must write zis blog so my friends know what was for dinner at our house tonight. And I must go and play my zydeco accordian so all ze guests can dance the fais d0-do and ze two step.
To all our friends from Lexington, we hope you are having a party on your own tonight. And to our friends and hosts still in New Orleans, we know you are celebrating your city and heritage. !