Oreo does not care for your plebeian opinions.

Oreo is ignoring you

Cat food. You may not know this, but apparently this stuff is crack to cats and dogs. And I am not talking about the dry crunchy stuff, no, no, no this is what is called GUSHY FOOD.

Now, I love my pets. Well, 3/4 of them anyway. (WHAT?! One of them keeps peeing on the carpet, judgy mcjudgerson! He needs to go to cat heaven.) Like I was saying- love my pets, but none of them rate Gushy food. My daughter disagrees. She loves buying the wet food for the cats. And they love her for being a sucker.

And the dog? Well, he just wants a piece of action.

Our first mistake was to buy the food in the little packets. Oreo would get the empties out of the trash and gnaw them trying to get a taste. Then he moved up to getting the full ones and gnawing on those. Mmmm, tin foil flavored cat food.

Whatever. I got your number dog.

Next up we bought the cans. Remember how I complained about stepping on Legos? Yeah, those are nothing compared to cat food cans. Oreo slinks downstairs (in the middle of the night), gets a can and carries it around in his mouth. He doesn’t make a mess. He can’t chew the can open. But he carries that unopened can in his mouth as if to say, ‘Bitch, I am two opposable thumbs away from DINNER TIME.) So now instead of Legos all around the house, I have cat food cans from the top floor to the basement.

Next up, cat food cans full of Legos.

I am constantly having to remind people how hilarious I am. I don’t why- LOOK, even my dog thinks I’m hilarious.

Oreo thinks I'm funny

I finally got all the pets in one place for a picture. Why is Venus looking at me like I stole her soul?

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I took Oreo to a dog park this weekend. This picture shows some of the mayhem involved. A note- Oreo looks a little unsure in this photo, in fact, he was trying to scout out a place for him to sniff.

Venus has a protector.

The snow has mostly melted, but I still have some great shots to share.