Hi people. This is Squirt. Me George's ferret friend. Well I don't know if George thinks I his friend, but I like him anyway. I found George's password to blog. I noticed George has not posted for while, so me post for him. I wish that I could see George more often. He make funny sounds. But humans say George dangerous for me. I don't see why. I invincible. Humans always telling me not to jump off bed cause it dangerous and not to chew on wires cause it dangerous. But nothing can hurt me. They do not understand me. Humans fun to play with, though, when they not annoying you.
Uh, oh, George coming and he look mad. Goodbye.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Halloween
Tonight we went on a really strange walk in the dark. The kids kept telling me that we were going "trick-or-treating." I thought they were going to give me a treat, but they didn't. The kids dressed up in strange costumes and put me in my jacket for the walk. And every time we came to a house, they knocked on the door, said something, and then got candy! When we got home they spread out their huge piles of candy on the floor. My mommy gave me some dog safe chocolate, but the kids got WAY more than me. One of the kids held a lollipop at her side for a minute and I got a few licks, but then I tried to take it out of her hand and she took it back. But she has so much candy already! I think I might sue the kids. It's not fair they got so much.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
My tortilla and corn
I managed to grab a tortilla and an old cob of corn out of the trash. I hid the corn in the kids' closet and the tortilla behind the couch. Unfortunately, my humans found them both and put them right back where I found them. I need some better hiding places...
Friday, September 24, 2010
Squirt
The ferret (my humans are calling it "Squirt") is still living in the cage. I can't understand why my humans would want to keep a ferret. Why don't they just eat it already? And here's something that's even weirder: when I growl at Squirt, my humans get all mad at me! What am I supposed to do? Just ignore it? But it's a FERRET!
It's all very confusing. If I didn't know any better I would think that my humans actually like Squirt.
It's all very confusing. If I didn't know any better I would think that my humans actually like Squirt.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
The "Ferret"
Something wierd is going on... just what I'm not sure. My humans brought home some kind of animal and put it in the cage that they got a few months ago. I still can't figure out exactly what it is, but my humans call it a "ferret" and they seem to absolutely adore it. The cage is up on a table so I haven't gotten a really good look at it, but it smells funny....
Well, I'll let you know what happens!
Well, I'll let you know what happens!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Costumes
The kids are forever dressing me up in wierd looking, uncomfortable costumes. Don't ask me WHY they do it, but I suppose it's a human thing.
Here's some pictures they took of me in my costumes:

Here's some pictures they took of me in my costumes:

The Trash Can
There is one thing in life that puzzles me more than anything else: THE TRASH CAN!!
Every day, my humans put a ton of food, wrappers, and other yummy stuff in the trash can. And then the next day it mysteriously dissapears. But WHY would they put perfectly good food in the trash can? Maybe some of it's moldy or old, but does that really matter? I would gladly eat it for them if they don't want it.
Whenever I try to eat something from the trash can, my humans get all mad at me. I just don't understand it. They're obviously not planning to eat it.
Well, I suppose that's just another one of the mysterious habits of humans.
Every day, my humans put a ton of food, wrappers, and other yummy stuff in the trash can. And then the next day it mysteriously dissapears. But WHY would they put perfectly good food in the trash can? Maybe some of it's moldy or old, but does that really matter? I would gladly eat it for them if they don't want it.
Whenever I try to eat something from the trash can, my humans get all mad at me. I just don't understand it. They're obviously not planning to eat it.
Well, I suppose that's just another one of the mysterious habits of humans.
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