Bah Humbug!

Not too long ago, Mom decided to torture me. First, she made me try on a party dress she bought last year. It was too small last year, but since she starved me this fall, she thought maybe it would fit again.

It did not.

And she forgot to take any pictures of the dress this time, so she had to just reenact the torture tonight. You'll note in the following pictures that I refused to sit up, so she had to wiggle me into the dress while I laid there like a wet noodle. HA!

It looked like it fit...but it was too small to velcro along my belly.

So after the dress torture, Mom broke out a Santa suit. She got it last year, too, but it was on sale after Christmas. She never tried it on me last year.

The Santa suit was too, too big.

Mom tried to put the hood up, but then my head got stuck. My front leg got stuck, too, when I was trying to rescue my head. Did Mom help me? Noooo. She took a picture.

Eventually, I made my way over to my doggie bed and I tried to eat the stupid suit. Mom finally took it off me.

Then, the crazy woman continued the torture. She put an ELF HAT on me. It was super small. About suffocated me with the stupid chin strap.

Naturally, I let Mom know exactly what I thought of that stupid hat...

So WHY was Mom torturing me with all that stuff? Turns out that she had big plans for me. That's right...we went to see the Big Man. Luckily, none of those stupid clothes fit, so I got to go see Santa without looking like an idiot.

I told him that I want more toys for Christmas. (As if you couldn't have guessed that...)

I got a new toy when we went to see Santa, too. They were squeaking a ball toy to get me to look at the camera, so Mom figured it was only fair to give me one of those balls they'd been taunting me with. (Um..YEAH!)

I played with it and played with it on the way home.

And then I took a nap with my new ball toy.

I hope Santa appreciates the torture I went through. Surely that should mean more squeaky toys for me for Christmas, don't you think?

Christmas Decor

My friend Oscar asked me to post some pictures of my holiday decorations as part of his holiday blog hop. Truth is, we don't have many decorations up. Mom did put up a tree for us, though.

Mom's weird. She put one of my squeaky toy squirrels in the tree! She says that she did it 'cause of a scene in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. That's one of her favorite movies. Whatever...just as long as I get that squirrel back soon...


Mom did get me a Christmas basket to put some of my toys in, too. So I suppose that counts as holiday decor.


And finally, here's a picture of me just moments before I tipped the holiday toy box and knocked an ornament off of the tree.

Really, though, what was Mom thinking when she put the toy box there?! Her fault...totally.

Want to join in Oscar's blog hop? Here's the info...

I Got a Shout-Out

I got a blog award the other day. The most interesting thing about it, though, is that the award was from someone new...and a person! Lots of other doggies read my blog. Kitties, too. (I love kitties!) And I know some people who keep track of me this way (Hi, Grandma! Hi, Kathleen!). But I've never, ever gotten a blog award from a person I didn't know...and he's not even a person who blogs about animals!

I was honored.

My new friend's name is Dan. Here's a link to his blog. Dan's a writer, and that's the stuff that he blogs about. Here's what he wrote about my blog when he gave me the blog award:

Busy, Busy, Buttons – This site has nothing to do with writing or publishing. In fact, the author of the blog doesn’t even have opposable thumbs. Buttons, a ten-year-old Shih Tzu blogs about life as a (pampered) pooch, her occasional power struggles with her mother, and her dazzling collection of squeaky toys. I don’t really remember how I came upon this site, but I’m so glad I did; it’s a lot of fun. I defy you to read this blog in a bad mood and not be cheered up at least a little.

Isn't that awesome?! Thanks, Dan!

Of course the rules of the award are that you're supposed to tell stuff about yourself and then pass the award on to others. So, here are some things about me...

1. I love squeaky toys.

2. I don't like going poo in the rain. (He he he!)

3. I love kitties but Mom won't let me have one. I really, really want a kitty.

4. I love squeaky toys.

5. I'm a rescue doggie. Mom just adopted me a year ago. So I'm spoiled now, but haven't ever been this spoiled before. I'm living the good life!

6. I'm slowly working on a diabolical plan to get Mom to sleep in my little dog bed while I take over the big bed.

7. I love squeaky toys.

I'm not always the best at following rules, so instead of passing this award on to others, I'm going to show you a picture of me sleeping with my carrot. Enjoy!

He he he...

Poor Carrot...

I inspected my carrot toy tonight. (It's my newest toy, so I've been playing with it lots lately.)

Those spots where the orange fur is missing? Yeah, I did that. I plucked the fur off. There's "shredded carrot" all over our house. I really like to pluck my toys.

Mom better give me another new toy soon, though, or this poor carrot's gonna be completely naked...

Holiday Poetry

The other day I found out about a Holiday Poetry Contest on a blog written by a doggy who's training to be a guide dog. Pretty cool, huh? His name is Rudy.

Anyway, to enter the contest you just write a poem. And the prize for the contest is...TOYS. How could I pass up this opportunity? My sis Lexi-Lou used to write poems on her blog, so I figured it was about time that Mom helped me out with one, too. And I mean, seriously, I could use some more toys.

So, I submitted my poem over on Rudy's blog, but I figured I'd post it here, too. I sorta like how it turned out. Just remember that this poem is entirely fiction. Honest. It's fiction.

An Important Reminder

Santa Paws is coming

Just as long as we’re all good

So we have to mind our parents

And behave as we should.

If we all can make it

The payoff is sublime

But we all must behave

…Most of the time!

Cookies, treats, and dog beds

Some fun squeaky toys

Oh, you know I love those

And their squeaky noise!

So no misbehaving, please

Or Santa won’t appear.

We just can’t have a repeat

Of what happened last year!

Don’t chase the neighbor

No puking on the bed

We shouldn’t chew on slippers.

Only eat what we’re fed.

Keep those all in mind, of course,

But most importantly,

This year no one potty

On our Christmas tree!

Ta dah! There's my poem. If you want to enter Rudy's contest yourself, just head on over to his blog.

And remember...that poem was fiction. Well, except for the part about me liking toys.

Anipal Photo Hunt #16: My 2nd Job

As pets, we all know that our first job is looking after our humans. And that's BIG job. I mean, I'm constantly having to make Mom laugh about something to cheer her up. Anyway, the theme for this week's Anipal Photo Hunt is "My 2nd Job." So, what's MY 2nd job? I'd say that I'm a pretty good toy tester-outer.

Mom says I've got a destructive streak going with my toys. I didn't use to...um...rip holes in them and pull out the stuffing. But the truth is, I just wasn't "testing" them as accurately before!

For example, this toy did not quite pass my testing...

If you have any toys you'd like me to test out for you, just send 'em to me... He he he.

In the meantime, here are some other animals talking about their second jobs:

My Sister Lexi-Lou

One year ago today, my sister Lexi-Lou unexpectedly passed away. She'd only been my sister for one week, since I was just adopted on Thanksgiving Day.

Last year for Halloween, Lexi was a turtle.

And last year Mom got Lexi a special turtle squeaky toy because of her turtle Halloween costume. But then in all of the excitement about adopting me, Mom forgot to give it to her.

So, since I'm such a squeaky toy nut, Mom thought it was only fitting to give me Lexi's turtle toy on the anniversary of her passing. She put it right behind me when I was napping. Of course the toy radar kicked in right away!

I checked out that turtle.

I posed...even though I was sleepy...

Then I played a little.

Then I decided to nap with my new turtle. (Mom DID wake me up with it!)

I think Lexi would appreciate me playing and napping with her turtle, though.

We miss you, Lexi-Lou!