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!)

Cleaning the Apartment

Mom's been in a cleaning mood lately. Here's how I helped last night:

Then I helped Mom by rolling in a clean spot.


And I rolled some more.


I suppose I could show you the videos Mom took, too. I was such a good helper! Mom calls this video "Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle."

Just ignore all that noise coming from the washing machine. The squeaks and grunts are the important parts, you know.

Here's me helping Mom clean some more...

And then, of course, I went back to napping.

After all, that cleaning is hard work.