Dog and Cat Diary: My Most Popular Blog Post In the Last 5 Years

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The most popular post on this blog since I started it in 2008 was not about writing or reading books. It didn’t involve an inspiring quote or a collection of amazing photographs. It was a Dog and Cat Diary, honoring our companions of the four-legged variety. Does this surprise you?

The dog and cat diary original post appeared on April 3rd, 2012, so some of you may remember it. It was called Dogs vs. Cats–A Diary. (You can read it here.)  This single post has received a HUGE number of hits over the last 17 months and proves yet again how much we love our animals. Perhaps we love them even more than we love our books.

I’m not sure what I’d do without my 2 dogs and 2 cats. Life would certainly be less enjoyable. And like these diaries show, our canine and feline friends are very different.




The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Zander a.k.a. Squeaky, with a friend

Zander a.k.a. Squeaky, with a friend

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …

The first pet that I loved with my whole heart was a dog named Brecken. (I haven’t told Emma about him, so please keep my secret!) He was a Springer Spaniel and a bit goofy, but oh, I loved that boy. Back when I was a psychotherapist, he sat in on most of my sessions. He was one of the first therapy dogs. Though he died years ago, I’ll never forget him.

What about you? Do you have a pet that you’ll never forget?


UPDATE: I am happy to announce that both of my novels, Seeking Sara Summers and The Secret Sense of Wildflower are now available as AUDIO books on Audible, Amazon and iTunes! READ by the author (that would be me).


  1. I have only had one cat, but she died two-and-a-half years ago and I miss her.

    Most ferocious thing you ever saw!

  2. Hi John,
    You may want to try again with a really sweet one, just to see what that’s like. I have two at the moment. Both are black cats. Not for witchy purposes :) but because black cats are usually the last to get adopted. Plus, they are easier on my allergies for some reason. When they sit in the front window, they look like silhouettes.

    Always nice to hear from you,

  3. I admit I liked her nastiness–made her interesting.

    When I lived on the east coast I let her go out, even though I’d intended her to be an indoor cat! (She would not stand for it; she’d climb the screen door in the front and try to pull the screen in with her weight. She almost succeeded so I decided to let her go outside.) She chased dogs–BIG dogs. The whole neighborhood was terrified of her. She climbed up a tall free to get on our roof and then didn’t know how to get down. (She had to figure it out, and did. I’m no good on ladders and wasn’t going up after her.) She could jump amazingly high. As she got older she mellowed. She died at age 19, which is close to 100 in people years, spirited to the end.

  4. It sounds like she refused to give up her wildness. May be all be spirited until the end! 😉

  5. Over the years I have lived with many pets. Of course, some stand out in my memory more than others. My first dog was little “Faunie” She was a boxer, and quite the little “lady. She loved having her claws painted, and taking baths. Once we bathed her in a shampoo that she was allergic to, and she broke out in large bumps and welts all over her body. We took her to the vet, of course and were worried sick until she finally got back to normal. When her claws were painted, she would perform this four legged dance when she walked in the snow, shaking the moisture off each paw, with each step.

    Then there was a beautiful short haired black cat that we named “Black Cat”. I was never too inventive with names. Black Cat was gentle, very friendly and loving. I put off neutering him too late and he went off in search of his true love. We thought he was lost forever and then about six weeks later a very sick mangy looking feline creature showed up on the front porch. He could hardly make a sound he was so sick and starved, but those beautiful green eyes told me right away it was Black Cat. He spent several days in the vet hospital and finally got to come back home with prescriptions and specific feeding instructions. Unfortunately he died about two weeks after returning home. The infection was just too much for his system.

    A black Lab named “Casper” had to be turned over to the authorities because, try as we might, we could not contain him on the property, and he would escape and roam the neighborhood, raiding clotheslines. He’d bring the bounty home, of course. A very expensive corset belonging to a very ample woman was the final stave, so to speak, that broke the camel’s back in regard to his thieving adventures. The woman was livid.

    A little dutch bunny that my nephews named “Bugs” came into my life one Summer and before long, I noticed that he wasn’t eating and was coughing a lot. I took him to the vet, wrapped in a pink receiving blanket and was told that he had pneumonia. My Veterinarians have always loved me. When it was clear that little Bugs wasn’t going to pull through, we gave him an overdose of his medication and let him go peacefully and painlessly, wrapped in that blanket, three days later.

    I’ve had two calves, a mule, a horse and a long haired Peruvian Guinea Pig that looked like a dust mop when it walked about, just to name a few.

    I have no pets now, but the owner of the boat on which I live has a very personable black and white cat called “Boudou”. (Pronounced Boo-Doo) I call him Zen cat, because he is so mellow. I could probably write a book about all the pets I’ve had over the years. Each one was special, in its own way. Trélys

  6. Wow, Trelys. This is a great comment about unforgettable pets. You have honored them, every single one. I can only guess that they were very lucky animals to have you as their “mom.”

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