ArlenRic Productions - the animal's side -
	pooched bugs		Tage, our cat, was crouched , staring intently at something on the floor. I moved closer to see what it was. Manx, our Irish wolfhound, was...
	chaucer’s saucer		It’s Chaucer's responsibility to put the run to any little varmints who infiltrate the barn. In return Chaucer gets goat’s milk straight from udder to saucer.
	de-caf wolfie!!		I watched as the five month, sixty-five pound puppy parked his aft end on the table next to Arlene's coffee, and gave her face a lick. I looked up from the sausages I was cooking and said "Better move your coffee."
	doh by doze		Now Manx would never want to harm any of the local denizens but unfortunately mister porcupine wasn’t privy to that particular secret. All he knew was a very large creature was sticking his nose in where it shouldn’t have been stuck in.
	no mouse meat please		"What's this?" I muttered on the way down stairs. "Cat turd" Sometimes a little bit of you-know-what sticks to the cat as he leaves the litter box. It invariably ends up in the most disconcerting places.
	ruffled feathers		Roisin Dubh, pronounced "roy-shun-due", "Little Black Rose" in Irish Gaelic, was small for an Irish Wolfhound. What she lacked in physical stature she made up with speed, toughness and a will that never gave up.
	sofaaa... so good!!		"Remember me telling you about" I whispered, dramatically changing to my movie ad voice " the race for the sofa, well there's a race about to start".
	defoxxification		As I approached, their activity became even more animated. They were very definitely being playful and not in the least aggressive and I suddenly realized they were stalking, not a paper bag, but a fox!!
	table scraps		She glared at Silk "What would my mother say if she saw you on that table? I laughed. "She'd probably drop dead on the spot so she could roll over in her grave!"
	the snooze puddie		The snooze control is an established fact in our lives but it suffers from one major liability. If the battery fails or the power grid takes a fright and goes to ground, so does the snoozer.
	the woo woo that ends the night!!		Whoever said ‘ Tradition to a dog is once’ was right on the mark. Yup, four-thirty a.m. right on schedule" My once happened five days ago when...
	oooouch!!		Stora is an example of everything wrong turning out right. The result being a one hundred and fifty pound, thirty-six inch tall Irish Wolfhound who could run like the wind and perform acrobatic manoeuvres that would astound you.
	then there was the "manx"		Manx was a rescuee, on the lam so to speak, from his previous owners because, we were told, one of the children had developed an allergy to dog hair. It didn't take long for us to realize that we had been flimflammed big time.
	melee gloriosus: or how tage got his rat		Just then Tage reappeared again heading down the hallway still in pursuit of his prey. Into the bathroom. More squeaks, growls and thumpings.