Fourteen O’Clock!

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1. The Puppy is bustin' stuff up to get me to go walkies. She's standing on some pens, some drawings, and my shoe with my foot still in it. "Oh hey, it's fourteen o'clock and time to rock!" The Puppy yells happily. "My foot!" I yell. 2. The Puppy stands on the street wearing her coat, staring. A caption reads: "3 hours later." "No one I know is out here to wish me happy birthdays," the Puppy says. 3. The Puppy is lounging on the floor with the cats. In front of her are three bare plates. Off to the side is a bowl full of food. "...then what did you do?" Babycat asks, fascinated. "Oh, you know, I went up the hill, and across the street, and then I totally came home," the Puppy says, wagging her tail. "But doggie," The Kitten asks, looking up at her, "How come you eat cat food when you have your own food?" The Fluffy One tells him, "Eh, it is the way the sister has always done it."

1. The Puppy is bustin' stuff up to get me to go walkies. She's standing on some pens, some drawings, and my shoe with my foot still in it. "Oh hey, it's fourteen o'clock and time to rock!" The Puppy yells happily. "My foot!" I yell. 2. The Puppy stands on the street wearing her coat, staring. A caption reads: "3 hours later." "No one I know is out here to wish me happy birthdays," the Puppy says. 3. The Puppy is lounging on the floor with the cats. In front of her are three bare plates. Off to the side is a bowl full of food. "...then what did you do?" Babycat asks, fascinated. "Oh, you know, I went up the hill, and across the street, and then I totally came home," the Puppy says, wagging her tail. "But doggie," The Kitten asks, looking up at her, "How come you eat cat food when you have your own food?" The Fluffy One tells him, "Eh, it is the way the sister has always done it."

Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado.

The Puppy wrapped in a blankie, looking a lot like Baby Yoda.

Baby Yoda totally stole your look.

And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks.

The Puppy as a puppy!

I’m so glad you like cats.

The real-life Puppy with the real Ninja Twins in the real backyard, in Spring of 2011.

I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.

The real Slinky One and Puppy hanging out in the yard, Spring of 2006

No, really, especially now that you has a kitten and totally tolerate him trying to touch your face.

The real-life Puppy, Fluffy One, Babycat, and Kitten all together in one photo for a split second.

He’s right behind you, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy with The Kitten behind her.

I’m so happy you and his mom are besties and can totally talk about girl stuff.

The real-life Puppy and Babycat hanging out.

And of course you and bro are tighter than ever. As long as you don’t wee near the nip.

Real life Puppy has a stand-off with The Fluffy One over an orange tennis ball.

You’re hot stuff, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy curled up on a dining room chair.

I hope it stops raining and we get to go for lots and lots of hour-long walkies and meet all your friends and random strangers getting out of cars.

The real-life Puppy wearing her jacket, ready to go walkies.

Happy 14th Birthday Pupplepants! We love you!

 

Published by TailsFromTheBackyard

Webcomic about cats and dogs, living together. Home of a friendly neighborhood spider. Started in 2004.

One thought on “Fourteen O’Clock!”

  1. Your as beautiful as the first day we met and brought you home at 3months old.you are never boring and very smart.We don’t know anyone who doesn’t love you.Happy fourteenth birthday and many many more.🎂 Mumby

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