emily writes…
Posted by mikemonts | Posted in curiosity, funny stuff, parody | Posted on 31-10-2008
“i think you should do blogs about puma’s perspective on things”
thanks for the topic emily. for those of you who don’t know, puma is our 2 year old pomeranian. she is pretty cute, and i’m conviced she is smarter than we give her credit for. to test out my theory i had puma sit on the couch next to me. we had a little heart to heart and she told me that there were some things she just had to get off her fur. since she lacks typing skills, and paw dexterity for that matter, she just started pouring it all out while i played court room note scribe.
puma writes:
“i’m a little nervous, i must admit. i want my blog debut to be fabulous, because i’m fabulous. don’t believe me? well let me ask you this. have you ever met a red haired pom that wasn’t? yeah, i didn’t think so. this month has been so strange, i don’t even know where to begin.
i keep hearing everyone talk about october. i guess that is the time or something. you know, us dogs don’t keep time like that, giving names to lengths of time. all i know is this - i can go for about 10 hours without pooping. once i poop i just start all over again. so with the basic math skills i picked up back at the puppy mill, i figure that every time i poop 14 times its roughly what you humans call a week. i digress. based on my calculations, about two weeks ago my mom sent dad away. i watched as he packed his bags and when i woke up he was gone. i can’t believe she would do that to me. i didn’t eat for two whole days just to rebel against her sinister act. eventually, i forgot all about that and chased the dog on the other side of the fence. i’m pretty sure he digs my chili.
while dad was gone mom ran over one of his toys. she doesn’t know this but i saw the whole thing. in the front area of the place i live are these clear things that i can see through. well, i perched my paws right up there, being nosey of course to see who the stranger lady was in my yard, only to see a four wheeled contraption run over the thing dad pushes around the yard so the grass doesn’t poke me when i go potty. it reminded me of the time when skipper, my chiwawa buddy, got squished by our neighbor. i still have nightmares about that.
fast forward two weeks. i felt so dirty yesterday. that woman i usually refer to as mom made me do something shameful. she put clothes on me and made me prance around for her own amusement. she said something about being a witch - i wonder what that means. i’ve heard a word similar to that before. in fact, i’ve been called it a time or two, but don’t worry…its true…i am a female dog! once dad got home he put on some rediculous face covering and loaded me up in the thing that takes us places, very similar to the one in which mom ran over dad’s yard toy. when i was finally let out of the car i saw people everywhere. they were all laughing at me because of what i was wearing. i mean honestly, have you ever heard of a dog wearing human garments before? its almost as bad as the time the rents had me shaved to resemble a lion.
i guess its about time for my morning nap. i hear there are a lot of people visiting us tonight for some reason or another. something about trick or treats? all i know is i love treats. sometimes i fake going potty just so i can get one. those humans don’t even know. if i’ve gathered correctly, there are going to be a lot of people knocking on my door tonight, and i’m going to bark at every one of them.
anyways, this has been really fun. i feel so liberated being able to get this off my fur after so many pent up feelings. maybe dad will get me my own blog one day.”
-puma ![]()







