Saturday, June 20, 2009

I think we're done here.

Hi folks. My name is Ben. I'm Pancho's human.

He has had fun writing this blog, but I think it has run its course.

Our best to the handful of you you have continued to check in from time to time.

He'll leave the site up for another couple weeks, then he's gonna shut it down.

Bye... from the both of us.

What the hell is this?

They're over three inches long. And at night, they're all over my patio. My human is totally creeped out.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Open door policy?

When my human goes downstairs to fix something to eat, I always follow. Yes, it sucks smelling whatever it is he happens to be cooking... but I don't want to miss anything.

But I wish I was allowed in the big house. Can't lick droppings off the floor if I'm not in there to do my job.

Ah well.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Two. Dogs. Next. Door. Must. Not. Blink.

Got into some more shit yesterday. A couple of labs are here with their humans on vacation. And they're right... next... door. As usual, my human pulled me off of them, apologized to their owner, and locked me in the house.

But now, every time I go outside, I just keep looking over there.

I know I've said often on this blog that this thing or that thing is my greatest joy... but, god help me, I love to fight. Big dogs, small dogs... I don't give a shit.

You see, with dogs, there has to be an "order" to things. Everything has to be sized up and put in its proper category. And "other dogs" are in the "beneath Pancho" category. If they don't acknowledge that quickly, we're gonna have trouble.

But, anyway... I do look good when I'm on high alert, don't I?

Friday, June 12, 2009

Directions to town.

Deer. Ranch. Trees. Trees. Deer. Guy on a lawnmower. River. Goats. Trees. Trees. Town.

I love going to breakfast. But I think that's going to stop. My human is getting rid of the truck. I doubt he'll take me with him to town on the motorcycle. At least not until I figure out how to bond with him on a molecular level.

I am working on that.