¿Que pasa?

Well, I don't know what to make of this. Suddenly it appeared in our back yard, and I can't help but wonder... is this where Godzilla lives? I haven't seen him since our epic encounter (and, I might add, his ignominious defeat) on the front porch. Has he been here all along, waiting for a chance to wreak his terrible vengeance? Searching for a chink in my armor, hoping for one fatal second of inattention? Did he kill Mothra while waiting to avenge his wounded pride? Or is it something else, something worse? Some hideous mutant hell-beast that killed both Mothra and Godzilla??

I need to go lie down.

Not a Pretty Girl

At the risk of sounding insecure, I have to mention Molly again. My humans keep paying a lot of attention to her, and my male human even went so far as to call her "Pretty Girl." I kid you not. Here's the gang of plug-uglies that I think she most closely resembles; I promise you won't find a pretty girl in the lot.

Next...

And finally...

I rest my case.

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

I had a moment of weakness today; I doubted myself. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. My humans have been paying a lot of attention to Molly lately, and I wondered if I was losing my lustre. Is she the new standard of beauty, I wondered; could it be? But then I went and looked in the mirror. And no. It couldn't be. I'm still la señorita bonita, la muchacha más hermosa. Once again I am smug and superior. Er, I mean happy and satisfied.

Skeptical? You be the judge.

Way Off Track

We watched Derailed last night, and I have to say, I do not like that Clive Owen guy. I don't know why, he just makes my hackles rise. My humans seem to like him okay, but they aren't always as perspicacious as I am. Honestly, I didn't even watch the whole movie, partly because of the Owen blight, but also because I figured out "the twist" early on and then what was the point? A lot of posturing and unnecessary violence, if you ask me. Overall, I thought it was predictable, overly violent, melodramatic, and extremely contrived. Two dewclaws way down.

Mothra!

In an odd and potentially meaningful and definitely frightening coincidence, I have now faced Mothra as well as Godzilla. Unfortunately, my humans were too lame to get a picture of it alive. (If only I had access to the photography equipment! Note to self...) We'll have to make do with a picture of the dead Mothra. I would like to take credit for the heroic rescue of my humans and the Mollster (she hates that, heh heh heh), but alas, I cannot. We found Mothra this morning, stiff and cold in the backyard. Kind of sad, really. But it begs the worrying question: WHAT KILLED IT? And I am unable to fathom the meaning of this; have we been marked as these mutant monsters' prey for some unintentional slight? Or worse, have I?

It's a Mystery

Last night at 3 o'clock in the morning -- THREE O'CLOCK -- all of us were startled awake by a chorus of barks, yips, whimpers, and whines. I couldn't understand what any of the malcontents were saying, since they were all talking at once and I was asleep when it started. Molly and I barked (mostly What? What was that? Come again?) and rushed around (well, Molly did; I was standing guard on the bed) but didn't find anything; my humans sat up and talked and looked out windows. We were all unsettled. The noises stopped suddenly while my male human was looking out the window. Then as we were settling back down and trying to get to sleep, it started up again. Same thing, but it didn't last as long. Then a little while after that, we heard a dog baying. I couldn't make out what she was saying, she seemed further away than the earlier cacophony. All of this took place over the course of about an hour and a half. My humans have talked about it since, and apparently they can't figure it out either. They said they looked around outside and don't see any evidence of puppies, though that's what it sounded like to them. I have to agree. And Molly and I didn't find anything unusual outside either. Have we all gone loco???

The Tao of Poo

I just want to explain something to humans. My humans take me outside regularly to "do my business," as they so euphemistically put it. Then they get impatient while I find the proper place to do said business. They don't seem to understand that there is an art to this process. I have to smell the area, perform a visual check, and walk around to screen for uneven ground, sticks, anthills, acorns, rocks, etc. Once I sense the area feels right, I can leave my fertilizing gift for Nature. It's a delicate balance, a Zen-like spiritual exchange. But do my humans understand? Well, maybe they will, if they read this. Please, people, respect the business!

I realize that Molly does not view the process as an exchange between herself and Nature, as I do, but we all know the intellectual level she's working at.

Or do we...?