Thursday, December 01, 2011

It’s my dadgum birthday! I’m THREE!

I realize I look cranky in this photo, but it’s only because Mom is making me wait before I get to dig into my birthday dinner. don’t mind wearing a stupid cookie monster birthday hat at all. Gheesh, the things I have to do…..

I got lots of stuff for my birthday, and I got to help pick it out. Well, not the sweater- I can do without a holiday sweater. Really, who wears those things?

Lessee…. I got a squeaky rattlesnake, carob chip cookies, my favorite cookies, and my other favorite cookies. I also got a new chewie bone. My other one is worn.out.

My birthday meal was deeelish! Turkey with rice, potatoes, green beans and gravy served in a crystal bowl. Nothing but the best for me. I wonder where the champagne is though… I am 21 in dog years, you know.

So anyway, where’s that champagne?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Baby it’s cold outside….

Mom saw a good deal on snuggies with monkeys on them, and we all know how much Mom likes monkeys. Mom’s not sold on Snuggies, but hey- if they have monkeys on them, she’s all over the idea.

The snuggies came today and I just knew that one was mine. Who cares if I can fit my whole body into one of the sleeves. I saw that thing and immediately dragged it over to my lair bed. I have to say that it’s quite cozy. I like to burrow under the blankets in the winter because this puggle gets cold. Even with my sweatshirt on. 

Mom took me out to play fetch for a while today WITHOUT MY SWEATSHIRT. It was too cold and I wanted nothing to do with it, so went over to the door and sat there with my “poor me” face until Mom brought me back in the warm house. 

I’ve decided that bears have the right idea. I think I just might hibernate. On the couch. Under my monkey blanket.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I have pride, you know…

I refused to look at Mom today when she asked me, “who pooped on the floor?” She didn’t seem very happy about it because she kept talking about it when she cleaned it up. As if that’s going to make me confess. I’m so sure.

I wanted her to think it was Cameron, but she wasn’t buying it. She told me that he’s been potty trained for over 28 years. Big deal. I’ve been potty trained for 14 years (in dog years, of course.) I’ll catch up to him and pass his potty-training streak soon. THEN we’ll see who’s the potty master!

Cut me a break, Mom! I haven’t done this since I was a baby, so OBVIOUSLY it’s because I didn’t want to go outside in my sweater. I look like a bumblebee. It’s embarrassing!

(yes, I’m wearing a sweater… it’s cold today in Seattle!)

Monday, August 29, 2011

White River walkees

We went for walkees at white river today. There were lots of fisherfolk out catching salmon!

Afterward, Mom scared me because we went to the puppy doctor place. Usually no good can come from that, right?

It was OK.. Mom wanted to weigh me (I’ve lost 2 lbs!) and pick up my flea stuff. I don’t know why she buys it. She’s never seen even one flea on me or in the house.

Just think of all the squeaky toys she could buy me for $120.00+. She’s clearly not thinking straight.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

What a perfect day!

Mom picked up two double cheeseburgers (without the bun) for me on the way to the dog park and then I got ice cream from Dairy Queen on the way home.

Mom doesn’t give me people food very often, but we left the house before I had a chance to have breakfast. Deeeeelish!!!

And then, we went to the puppy store and bought regular food, not the diet stuff, because I’m not chubby anymore!

While we were there, Mom bought me a new sweater with a skull and crossbones on it, and some of my favorite treats,

I wonder if I can talk Mom into pretending we’re in the movie, “Groundhog Day” so we can do it all over again tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be great?