Packages NOT for Me???

Toys and cookies come in boxes, so of course I was REALLY excited when I saw this the other day. Yes...we had TWO packages at our door!!!

Much to my dismay, however, you know what I was told??? That little box on top had my allergy pills in it. Bleeeech!!! And the BIG box on bottom...you know what was in that one? Parts for our car!

Mom broke the little motor that works her car window. Her door was just lovely for a while until the parts came in. And if you look closely, you can see that she had packing tape holding the window up!


Anyway, the bottom line is that we had TWO BOXES at our door and the end result was NO TOYS for Buttons. Isn't that atrocious?! It's totally inhumane. Or something like that.

I think Mom got the hint that I was not a happy pup...not at all. So, she broke out a new toy from her secret stash! Yeah!!!

You remember the world's coolest neighbor who bought me toys to replace the not-a-doggy-toy one that I was playing with? Well this new toy is another one of the ones from our neighbor!


I started right in, squeaking away. (Yes, I may need a haircut soon...but let's not point that out to Mom...)


I got tired of Mom playing paparazzi, so I took the toy into my tent and I squeaked it in the tunnel.


Mom, of course, once again invaded the privacy of my princess tent...


Eventually I decided that I needed more room to play, so I came out of the tent via the tunnel.



And then I just plucked away in the middle of the living room.

So, I guess that worked out o.k. overall. We had two boxes...and Mom ended up getting her car window fixed and I ended up with a new toy. Of course it would have been better if I got more toys... Oh, well.

My Drastic Measures Worked!

When Mom came home from work today, she found a surprise for ME. Our totally-cool neighbor knew how much I loved that blue toy I talked about yesterday...and she got some toys for me that are similar to it! They were hanging in a sack on our door. She even took the tags off so I could get some immediate play action going!

They're actually doggie toys, too, so Mom says they're safe for me to play with, unlike the one I tried to steal from our neighbor the other day (oopsie).

Mom only gave me one of the new toys tonight because she "claims" that I enjoy my new toys more if I them one at a time. (Geez. I get no respect.)

Anyway, we played fetch a few times with my NEW blue ball, and it's super duper fun. But after a little fetch, I got kinda worried about Mom trying to steal THIS one from me, too. So you know what I did?

That's right...I went into hiding again. I hid in my princess tent where Mom couldn't get me. There's no way she's taking THIS toy away from me like she did the other one!

Of course she violated the privacy of the princess tent by taking a picture. You can tell how thrilled I was about that by the glaring look I gave her.


Then she had to take a pic through the tunnel, too. How RUDE!


I kept an eye on Mom by peeking out the end of the tunnel.


Mom was a little worried about me 'cause I wouldn't leave the tent AT ALL for an hour or so. Not for food or anything. (She was NOT getting my toy!) So, Mom put my supper in there with me to keep me from starving to death. That was a nice gesture, I suppose.

Eventually, though, I realized that Mom wasn't going to try to steal this blue ball from me, and I ventured out of the tent for some rolling, snorting, and squeaking...

Mom took this video of me saying thank you to our awesome neighbor...




OK, so maybe I was actually just after some cookies...but it sure sounds like I'm saying "thank you," doesn't it???

Taking Drastic Measures

Last night Mom and I went to our awesome neighbor's house. (She's the neighbor who has TOYS and COOKIES for me and the other doggies who live nearby. Thus, she totally rocks!!!)

I found a really cool toy at my neighbor's house and I played with it the entire time Mom and I were there. But when I tried to take the cool new toy home, Mom had the audacity to say NO. Can you believe that?!

Mom's weak reasoning was that the toy wasn't actually a doggie toy but something called a "stress ball" for peoples. She didn't want me to pluck it and end up eating the stuff from the inside.

WHATEVER.

Tonight we went back for another quick visit with our neighbor, and I got my little paws on that toy AGAIN!!! Mom tried to take it away from me -- again, she kept saying she didn't want me to break it open...and again I say WHATEVER. Crazy woman.

So drastic measures had to be taken. Can you see what I did?

Let me give you a blurry close-up picture...

That's right. I went into hiding with the blue toy! Any time Mom got close to me, I ducked behind that big chair so she couldn't take it away. I refused to come out of my hidey spot the entire visit because they were NOT going to take that toy away from me again! That toy didn't leave my mouth, either.

When Mom was putting on her coat to leave -- and actually started to leave without me 'cause I refused to budge -- then I finally came out. I got all flustered, though, and Mom somehow managed to TAKE THE TOY AWAY again!

UGH!

I need to work on that part of my toy plan, I suppose. Next time I think I'll leave the toy behind the chair where they can't get to it...

Mom and the neighbor both keep saying that they think I'll forget about that toy being there. I think, however, that we all know better.

Photo Essay

I was up to my usual antics the other day and Mom decided to get all artsy-fartsy. Instead of a video, she just took a bunch of action pics.

So, I present to you my first photo essay, Buttons-style. I was burrowing under my brown dog bed...ended up rolling on my back under it...popped out the other side...flipped around under there...and came out to give Mom grief for bothering me with the stupid camera. Then, of course, I looked pathetic so I could con Mom into giving me cookies.

I was busy just being "me," after all.

Enjoy...

I definitely deserved cookies after all of those pictures...and, yes, I got some...

Living Room Furniture

Mom took this picture of me earlier today because she thought I was funny, rolling and rolling away.

Here's a close-up -- a belly shot for ya. (Yes, my legs are always delicately crossed when I roll.)


Ignore that black wire. That's just our cable cord.

I napped for a bit after I rolled.


So after Mom looked at these pictures on our computer she came to a strange realization. When you see something every day, you sort of ignore it. But sometimes when you look at a picture, it can hit you over the head.

I'll show you that first picture again to see if you can figure out what struck Mom as being a little odd...

If you counted correctly, you'll note that I now have FIVE dog beds lined up in a row. And a princess tent. And another dark brown bed that you can't see -- it's on the other side of the red one.

Yep. That's right. There are SIX doggie beds and one doggie princess tent in that part of the living room.

And that "part" of the living room is actually about half of the room because our living room isn't very big.

I've conquered the living room. Oh, yes. I have Mom trained well...and I think it's obvious just who is in charge here...

Staying with Grandma

I've been sort of quiet lately, and I need to explain to you why. It's obviously not my fault, of course!

Usually I blame things like this on Mom's laziness. This time, however, it's because Mom had this happen...

She had surgery on her hand a week ago, and she was a complete crazy woman the week before that. I couldn't figure out why, but then she got out our suitcases. Right after her surgery at the hospital, Grandma took us both back to Grandma's house!

We stayed at Grandma's house for over a week. That was cool because I got LOTS of time to hang out leash-free in Grandma's fenced yard. I LOVE hanging out in the sun puddles out there! There's so, so much stuff to sniff out there, too.

Anyway, we got back home to our house a day or two ago. Mom's doing better now, but she still can't use her hand for much. (She gets very annoyed with having to type one-handed, too!)

When we got to our house, this is what I did for nine straight hours:


And yesterday I did more of the same.

I love Grandma's house, but there's really NO place like home!

Review: Skinneeez Tons O Squeakers Bear

I'm on Baby Patches' Testing Team. Baby Patches runs things over at Nip and Bones. When you're a member of her tester team, she sends you stuff to review for her. Testers don't get paid to write stuff, so our reviews are totally honest. And we also get to keep the stuff we review, which is totally cool!

So the other day I got a new TOY to test out for Baby Patches. (You know how I love my squeakies!) Mom was busy messing with the toy, trying to take the tags off it, but she was basically tormenting me by not letting me HAVE THAT TOY.

I took matters into my own hands and just jumped up and grabbed it from her!


Baby Patches sent me the Skinneeez Tons O Squeakers Bear! Here's what it looks like when I'm not slobbering on it and plucking it:

After I got the bear away from Mom, I gave him a good inspection.

OH MY GOODNESS. This bear is Toy Heaven for me. When they say "tons o squeakers" they MEAN IT. He's got 19 squeakers! Seriously...19 squeakers!!! I ain't joking. There are squeakers in his legs, feet, arms, hands, head, and body. Just about every part of him SQUEAKS.

And because Mr. Bear (any toy with that many squeakers deserves a little respect) is stuffing free, he's super duper easy for me to get my little teeth on those squeakers. In my opinion, the easier to squeak, the better!

Mr. Bear also rates high for pluckability. I love to pluck the fur off my toys. Mr. Bear has just enough fur to pluck, but it's also short enough that Mom's not constantly pulling big pieces of fur out of my mouth!

And let's face it, with 19 squeakers, Mr. Bear is totally fun to roll on. And roll I did...


And I rolled some more...


And I even "crazy dog" rolled because I was having so much fun!


After all of my jumping, investigating, plucking, and rolling, I had to take a nap. Even though he's stuffing free, Mr. Bear made a pretty nice pillow.


The only downside to Mr. Bear is that Mom won't play tug with him anymore. We played a little bit (while we were playing fetch with him), but we heard a ripping sound when Mom tugged.

Mom thinks that one of the inside seams holding the squeakies in place must have torn open. We couldn't find any ouchies on Mr. Bear's outside, but he ended up with 2 squeakies in his foot, and one is missing from his leg. So, Mom won't let me play tug with him anymore 'cause she's scared we'll tear open something else.

Overall, though, I think Mr. Bear is an excellent toy. You just can't beat a toy with 19 squeakers that are EASY to squeak! I've been carrying him around with me for a while now.

So if you like a lot of squeakers and easy pluckability, go get yourself a Skinneeez Tons O Squeakers Bear!

My Mr. Bear is actually guarding things under our bed right now. I took him under there to watch out for monsters that could be hiding down there. And also, of course, to enjoy some middle-of-the-night squeaking. (Mom hates when I do that! Mwwaaahahaha!)