Muzzer's name

Lot's of doggies are playing this Tag about 5 things you call your female human parent. So, for lack of a better theme, and while muzzer uses one hand to make my outfit for the western pawty on Monday, I will tell you what my female human parent is called.

1. MUZZER of course. That is what my sister E.Rabbit calls her...and I never knew she had any other name, except

2. BARB. That is what my Dad calls her, and that is what the people at the store all call her. Aunt Marie and Uncle Ray, however call her

3. BARBARA ANN! But usually only when they are irritated at her, which is pretty often. Also, there is this song by that name, and I just know it was writtened about MY MUZZER! Oh, and she was really ticked off at John Mc Cain when he made fun of her song

4. MOM is what Teka calls her, because that is what my sister E.Beth calls her, and it is a nice name, just short, like her.

5. And only a few special people, like our friends Steve and Sue in Memphis, and Jack and Kathy in South Carolina, her pal Brian in Minnesota, and of course Marty and the gang is St. Loulis, call her BARBIE! But if I do that, or if you do that, she gets pretty huffy.

And for those of you who have never seen my muzzer, here is a picture of her in a town called San Francisco, which is one of her flavorite spots to visit, but she wouldn't want to live there, cause she would be fat on all that good food! But I want to go there with her sometime, cause she says it is a great place for walkies!

Eating well, thank you!

A number of my bestest friends have enquired politely about my health and whereabouts. That is because I have not been blogging lately. Why? Well, mostly because muzzer is lazy. But also, we have been experimenting with new foods, and I am in charge of taste testing and quality control. I have been quite busy!

Muzzer is a wuss. She has been hearing a lot of stuff and reading a lot of stuff about the pet food recalls. And she is naturally a worry-wart. And she became convinced that this was some sort of a plot to bring Americans to their knees out of grief for their beloved pets. So she has started cooking most of our food! This is OK by me, muzzer is a pretty good cook, and I enjoy leftovers and doggy bags, so I thought...."well, I can handle portabello ravioli in lobster sauce and I really like bracciole, and chinese takeout isn't bad, but I'm not fond of the really hot stuff from the Thai place." All in all, I figured we would make out like small, smart bandits.

OOPS. She wasn't talking about increasing the number of portions from the human dinner and serving that to me 'n Teka. NOOOO. She is cooking dog food! Do you know how many thing dogs are "not supposed to have?" Lots. I was pretty sure it was going to be not much better than kibble.

Wrong Gussie! Now, the picture below shows the meal for this evening. We have ground turkey, rice, some brewer's yeast, carrots and peas, and a little left over rissotto. It may not photograph well, but

As you can see from Teka's picture, we have learned to look forward to eating muzzer's most recent creation.

It is pretty good stuff, and for variety we have chicken with sweet potatoes and that vegetable that is named after me (asparaGUS!) and some kind of fishy (not Koi) with green beans and barley, and a couple other pretty good things.
Since I am in charge of product development, quality control and taste testing, Teka helps out with the cleanup. She is very thorough, and sometimes actually crawls into the basket to make sure she has not missed anything. She has done this a couple of times, and each time her weight makes the basket thingy roll to the back of the dish cleaner thing, and she gets very upset. But, she is only just a year old, and not as wise as I, Gus Dagger w.f.t.!

Thank you all for asking about us. We are fine, and now that muzzer is helping blog again, I will try to keep us up to date.

Have a wonderful week, and special thanks to Nanook and his mom, who posted the Delicious recipe for doggy frozen treats on his website! Yummy.