Wednesday, July 29, 2015

My New Sisters

I've got some pretty big news to share! Mom and I decided to expand our family and we recently adopted kitties. Yes, that's right...KITTIES!

Earlier this year, a pregnant, stray cat showed up on the farm of the mother of my Mom's best friend. They named the cat Shadow, and Shadow ended up having SEVEN kittens. Shadow is spayed now and she's living happily on the farm.
Shadow and all the babies

Mom and I wanted to help, so we adopted two of the kittens. Mom said that we needed two kitties instead of one because that way they could play with each other and not pounce me as much.
Our kitties, snuggling when they were one week old

Mom's obsessed with M&Ms -- you probably already knew that -- so we named the kitties Maggie Mae and Maisy Mia. M&M and M&M makes M&M&M&M!  (Mom's so weird...)
Maisy Mia

Maisy Mia

Maggie Mae

Maggy Mae, attacking Mom's pants

Anyway, the babies will be nine weeks old tomorrow and they're CRAZY. They play all of the time. They were afraid of me at first, and I was afraid of them, too. We're all doing better now. I don't play with them, but I'm not hiding from them as much anymore. They tend to think my poofy tail is a kitty toy. Not cool, kids, not cool.

I've discovered a fondness for kitten chow, and that's helped me accept the kitties into the family. Maggie keeps trying to eat my doggie food, too.

Trying to get to the kitty chow

This kitty food is goooooood

Overcoming my fear of the kitties in order to get to their kitten chow...
Mom and I have never, ever had a cat before, so we're really not sure about what we're doing here. It's pretty funny. We're going to trim some kitty nails soon, though, because Mom's been under constant attack.
Maggie attacking Mom's foot

Maggie more of a lovey kitty so far, and Maisy is the crazy play, play, play, play, play girl. Maisy was the runt of her litter, so she's smaller than Maggie. That doesn't slow her down, though!
Mom loving on little Maisy

The kids are SO funny when they play, so here are some videos of them in action...







Things are really crazy at our house now!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Yet Another Bath

Mom did it again. Yep. Yet another bath. Hrmph.

Tomorrow (Sept. 18) is my birthday. I'm gonna be 14 years old. You would THINK that Mom would cut me some slack with the medicated baths, especially since this is a special week...

Nope. No such luck.


Trust me when I say that I did not go into the tub willingly.

At least Mom refilled the toy box in the bathroom. That provided some distraction during blow-drying. (See Mom's orange hair dryer?)


Had to go back to the toy box to liberate another toy.


More plucking.


After Mom opened the gate and let me out of the bathroom, I'm happy to report that I successfully saved all three of those squeakies from the bathroom.


And that's why Mom has to refill the toy box in the bathroom. I try to save all of the toys from horrible baths.
   

Friday, September 12, 2014

Photo Session

This spring, I participated in the Mutt Strut and raised money for my local animal shelter. My friends were so very generous this year, and I ended up raising a whopping $783 for the shelter! Thanks again to everyone who donated...big, big thanks!

Since I raised so much, I won a photo session with a pet photographer. That was pretty cool. Mom went with me and we took our neighbor (my favorite person), too.

The pictures I posted on Wednesday after my vet appointment were sort of sad pics, so I thought this would be a good time to share my photo session pics.  Enjoy!



I should have been a super model...




Here's Mom and our neighbor and me!



She is, by far, the best neighbor ever. She keeps treats on hand in different sizes for all of the dogs in the neighborhood. And she has special doggie beds and bully sticks and toys at her house JUST for ME!


It was a hot day, so I started panting in some of the pics.


Scritches on my head!


You can't tell, but I made a break for it after this pic and Mom had to chase me down. *evil snickers*


You'll note that Mom made me wear pink bows...


But at least she gave me some good belly rubs!

 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Disgruntled Pup

I'm not a happy Buttons tonight. Not one bit.


Mom took me to the vet this afternoon. That's right, my friends. The VET.

The vet gave me a rabies shot in my rump. Yep -- right in my rump. Then she messed with my scabby spots (from my allergies) and messed with my ears.

If that wasn't bad enough, Mom had the nerve to tell the vet that I'd been having some issues with my hiney and the vet did an exam back there. It was NOT fun. How embarrassing!!!


According to the vet, I've got an ear infection (again), and my hiney glands are infected, too. The vet gave Mom ointment for my ear and put some ointment IN my...um...glands. (I do not recommend that procedure...)

 
It was a tough afternoon. I'm making Mom go to bed early tonight.
   

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Another Stand-Off

On our walk tonight, I decided that we were going to go visit our neighbor.


She lives right over there.


So I decided to go visit, but sadly, that's as close as I got to her house. I stood there and stood there and stood there. Mom rudely refused to let me go visit because she "claimed" she had laundry and dishes to do.

I think maybe she knows that our neighbor is my favorite person...
   

Monday, September 1, 2014

Ongoing Battles

One morning late last week, Mom put her clean work shirt on the bed and went off to brush her teeth. I couldn't pass that up that wonderful opportunity.


White dog + clean black shirt = pure ornery brilliance.

Unfortunately, Mom retaliated with this...


Yes, my friends, she made me take another bath. She claimed that I had poo on my hiney and that I needed that medicated shampoo for my scabby allergy spots. Personally, however, I feel this was purely an act of vengeance on her part.

Call PETA. Baths are inhumane.
   

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Retaliation

Mom destroyed my underground lair. All the hours I spend shredding paper under there...gone.

So, in retaliation, I shredded a potty pad.


Don't worry. It's not like I use those to take care of my business. In fact, Mom just puts them out in places where I have sometimes have accidents if my tummy's upset. She calls it "preventative." I call it "shreddable."
 

Retaliation makes me sleepy...