Why won't they let me post anymore?

Some say, "It's a dog's life." But I'm not sure what that means. Sometimes it seems to mean that all is well. Kind of like when Mike comes home and sneaks the Frisbee out of the basket. I see the red plate-like thing in his hands and it actually makes me drool. I can't help it. Popcorn makes me do the same thing. It is like catnip to Lily. We simply have no control over ourselves. IT IS EMBARRASSING, Believe ME! But what can you say... And it is even worse when he breaks out the baseball. Oh! the ball makes me go wild. With the baseball comes the bat. And when the bat comes out, I know that that ball is going to fly, fly, fly. High, high, high. Far, far, far. O gosh, I'm drooling just thinking about it.
But sometimes I think a dog's life ain't all that grand. Sometimes they (the rents) leave early in the morning and don't come home until late in the afternoon. And then they seem soooo disappointed in us if nature calls while they're away. Oh heaven forbid that Kathy's geriatric bladder leak!!! Poor girl. At least she goes into the bathroom where there's linoleum on the floor. It cleans up pretty well. I kind of like it when Beth make the floor shiny; I can see myself in the reflection. And I am such a perty dog! Well yesterday, they thought that if they closed the bathroom door, that we could just will our bladders closed. No corks, no pee cans, no nothing! Just a locked door and a whole house full of empty floor space. What did they expect us to do? Stand on our heads when the urge hit? Cross our legs? For goodness sakes folks, give me a break!
Anyway, needless to say, when they got home Mike started shouting and pointing and pointing and shouting, "how disappointed I am in you, both..." How did he know if it was me or Kathy? Well, we were both skulking by him with our heads down while he used that low voice just to prove his point. When he took us out he expected us to rush out and "do our business." Isn't that a stupid expression? "Do our business?" "What kind of business are you in, Sir" "Oh, I'm in the #%$* business, and you?" Of course when we went outside, we didn't have to "do our business" anymore. Oh I dribbled just for effect, but that was all it was. Kathy just wandered around looking aimless. I think she's got old-timers disease. Sometimes she'll walk right into a corner and just stare, like she doesn't know what to do next. I feel sorry for the old gal. She now has to take two baby aspirin a day for arthritis. But she doesn't seem to hurt as much as she used to, anyway.
Well, because of all this recent activity Mike has removed my posting privileges for the time being. Not that any of you will miss it. We've been pretty slack about about blogging ever since Mike found Facebook. And who wants to know what we're doing when Simon and Finn have their blog. For Pete's sake we know who's loved around here... Like I said...It's a dog's life!