I was very upset at something in my bed last night, so Mom took a look to see what the 911 was.
It was one of her pills that she has to take due to a brain injury a few years ago. If I had taken it, I’d be in puppy heaven. That is some strong stuff.
Mom’s sorry for not being more careful, but happy that I say no to drugs.
I’m not sending my resume to the feds just yet…I hear they aren’t nearly as fun to work for as Mom.
Hi fur friends! I know, I know! I’ve been off the grid for a while, but it’s all good. Mom’s been really busy with her business, which is a good thing. She gets to work at home and we even have guests working here to keep up with the work!
We’ve been keeping up with my friends (congratulations Preston, on your coming soon new brother!), just no time to post.
Mom couldn’t let a day go by before letting everyone know about this new brush she found. It’s better than the Furminator and it feels REALLY good! We should have taken a picture of all the extra hair, because it was unbelievable! Maybe Mom can cut down on all the dusting and vaccuming. Less housework might mean more playtime for me!
Mom and I were playing with my AWESOME new Air Kong football the other day. Dad obviously doesn’t know the name of this toy because he just calls it the cause of all his headaches. I’ve mentioned how awesome my new football is on my Facebook page, but haven’t talked about it here yet.
This is the BEST squeaky toy ever invented (so far…) You wanna know why? I haven’t been able to break the squeaker yet and I’ve had it for four days! Mom tells me that it seems my mission in life is to find a way to break the squeaker in my new toys in less than 20 minutes. Since I’m goal oriented like my mom, I’ve yet to find a squeaky toy that I haven’t obliterated in record time. It’s not that I WANT to break the squeaky toy, it’s that I love squeaking it so much that it breaks from over-squeaking.
After I break the squeaker, all I hear is pop…crunch…pop…pop…crunch. That’s no fun at all. Mom even bought some replacement squeakers for me to put in toys that I’ve broken hoping that they were more sturdy. Mom was wrong, and it gave me a big case of the sads.
Anywoof, Mom recorded me squeaking my new Air Kong so my friends would see how much fun it is:
Lots of my friends watched the video and started looking around for their squeaky toy. My friend, JuJu Sock Monkey’s mom and dad took a video of JuJu watching my video:
I don’t want to sound like I have a big head or anything, but I think I’ve just acquired my first groupie! What do I do now? Mom tells me that she’s heard stories of groupies and she’ll have none of that. She’s a real buzz kill. Really.
I see that I haven’t posted since Christmas. Mom and I have been very busy…. that is, if you want to call monkey business busy. I’m going to steal one of Mom’s ideas from her blog and give you a This and That catch up.
Mom got a good scare a couple of days ago. Dad woke Mom up at 7:30 a.m. to tell her that he was going golfing. Mom slept a little while longer and when she got up, she couldn’t find me. Mom was a mess because she tried calling Dad, but he wasn’t answering his cellphone. About a half an hour into Mom’s anxiety attack, Dad and I came home. Dad decided not to go golfing because it was raining and decided to take me for a run instead. Mom practically smothered me with all her kisses and hugs. I guess that’s OK. At least I know my mom loves me, even if she can be really annoying. Boys don’t like all that kissin’ and huggin’ stuff.
I got some new jammies for Christmas! Mom saw them on Bruschi and Ebby’s blog and knew that I’d love them! OK, she didn’t know that I’d love them, but she loved them and I’ve been told that this is what matters most around here. I have to admit that they keep me nice and warm. The only problem is that sometimes my back leg pops out of the pants so Mom doesn’t let me sleep in them. I think she’s forgetting that they’re jammies. Jammies are for sleeping in, not playing in during the day.
I also got a rubber chicken from my cousin and a new blanket from my Grandma. Excuse the messy bed. I put all my stuff in my bed so I have quick access to the things I like.
I also got a fancy tie to wear for New Year’s Eve. Mom had to add some elastic to the neck because my neck is so big. If she got a tie to fit my neck, it would be dragging on the ground. I really liked wearing the tie, and was sad when Mom took it off. By the way guys, ZZ Top is right, “..every girl is crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.”
I went to the puppy doctor for my annual check-up. The doctor said my teeth are beautiful with ZERO tartar. Mom would love to take credit for that, but she’s not very good about brushing my teeth every day. More like once a week (bad Mom!!) She gives me a raw bone from the butcher at least once a week, and I chew on it for days. That helps keep the tartar off my teeth.
The bad news is that the puppy doctor said that I’m pudgy! I’m so sure!! I weigh 34.6 lbs of pure muscle. The doctor said that I’m not too bad, but my waist isn’t defined like it should be. Maybe she didn’t notice that I am a boy. Boys don’t have a waist. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
I got a vaccine while I was there and even gave the doctor a kiss after she gave it to me. She told Mom that I’m a sweet boy. Mom decided not to tell her the truth. ::snicker::
I think that about sums up the last two weeks or so. Not much to do around here because Mom had another operation on her foot and she’s being a big ol’ baby about it. When I had my boy parts surgery, I was ready to rock and roll the next day. Mom had her surgery three weeks ago. What a namby pamby.
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