My Underground Lair

I was minding my own business, snoozing on the big bed, when Mom suddenly interrupted me and wrecked havoc on my entire world.

Seriously.

You see, for a couple of years now, I've spent my nights perfecting my underground lair. (That's what I like to call the area under Mom's bed.)

While Mom was sleeping, I moved her boxes around...hid toys under there...shredded papers...stole Mom's socks...etc. And until now, Mom just left me alone. I was allowed to...um..."decorate" my space however I liked.

Until this dreadful day.

Mom announced that something smelled under the bed and it was time to see what I had been up to under there. She got the surprise of her life when she moved the mattress and lifted up the box springs.

She got a good view of my handiwork. I'd sure been busy under there.

I surveyed my work. Looks a little different with light. I'm usually working in the dark under there.

Yep. That's my stuff.

So Mom took an hour or two and cleaned out my decor. (How rude!) In among all of the shredded papers and magazines she found:

• 82 dog toys
• 1 dog toy carcass
• 1 random toy squeaker
• 1 toy ear
• 1 toy leg
• a dozen or more of her socks
• 1 of her shirts

There was an old spot on the carpet, too, so Mom used cleaner on that and then used a fan to dry it.

Worst part is that Mom never could find anything that actually smelled. She destroyed my mess and never found anything stinky!

Guess I'm going to have to start decorating all over again.
 

My Underground Lair

Mom disturbed the privacy of my underground lair with her stupid camera.

And by "underground lair," I mean my hidey spot under Mom's bed where I like to hide my toys and shred Mom's old mail.

That's exactly what I was doing when she stuck the camera down there and took this shot of my hiney.

I have to put up with so much...
   

Little Mischief

You know I've got a little ornery side, right?

A while back, Mom discovered that I shredded a bag of her old mail that she had on the floor on the side of the bed. (She's not the tidiest housekeeper.)  She cleaned up the scraps and figured that was the last of that.

She was wrong.

Because I found another bag of old mail.

Mom heard me messing around under the bed the other night and had to investigate. This is what she discovered:

The boxes are Mom's. Everything else -- toys, papers, shredded sacks -- is my handiwork. I pulled the bag of mail under the bed, shredded the bag and the papers, and added toys to the mix! Awfully big mess for such a little pup, don't you think?  I'm quite proud of it.

Of course I had to look all sad when Mom discovered my shenanigans. She can't be upset with a sad doggie.

The pathetic look works every time with her. She can't resist it.

Now it's time to nap while she cleans up after me.

It's tough to be a pup.
   

Pill Wars

I don't like to take medicine. Not one bit. Mom foolishly tries to hide my allergy pill inside turkey deli meat. I'm onto her tricks, though. I've been eating the turkey from around my pill and just leaving that nasty thing in the bowl!

Here's my handiwork from last night:

And promptly after eating all of the turkey and leaving the pill last night, I went and hid under Mom's bed. If she finds that nasty pill in my bowl, then she pries my mouth open and pokes the stupid thing down my throat! Hiding under the bed prevents that torture. She can't get to me there!  HA!!!

Of course I had to eventually come out, and she still managed to find me with the stupid pill.

Not cool, Mom. Not cool.

Thankful Thursday: Dog Beds

It's Thankful Thursday, and today I'm thankful for my selection of dog beds and blankets and rugs and stuff.  You see, I've got Mom well trained when it comes to my comfort.  I've practically taken over the living room with my stuff.

I've got doggie beds that I sometimes only stick my hiney in.
   

And rugs I roll on while also rolling under my beds...

My blankets and rugs make me practically camouflage, too.  That way Mom can't see me when I roll like a crazy dog.

And then there's my Princess Tent that I like to hide in sometimes.

And other blankets for when I want to act super pathetic to get more treats...especially after going to the GROOMER...

Then when all else fails, I just take over Mom's bed in the bedroom.  This is particularly fun when she has to leave for work in the morning.

Mom says not many dogs have a bazillion beds, rugs, and blankets like I do.  So, for Thankful Thursday I'm thankful for my creature comforts.

  

Getting Ready...

Mom spent time yesterday getting stuff ready for my surgery. She said I couldn't have anything to eat last night, so she had to hunt to find all of the bully sticks I'd hidden around our house.

She even dug under the bed to look for bully sticks. Instead of bullies, however, she found 21 toys, 3 unmatched socks, a jean jacket, and confetti that was once a magazine. I acted innocent, of course.

Nope. I didn't make this mess. Not me...

You gotta admit that's a pretty impressive stash for a pup my size, though.  He he he.

Mom also rearranged my doggie beds in the living room. I decided to test out the side of one bed.

Getting ready for surgery is exhausting, you know...

The Bed Is Mine

I told Mom that she can just take the couch tonight. This bed is mine. I'm sleeping right in the middle!

She can't resist the belly.
 

Making the Bed

Mom seemed to have some difficulty making the bed this evening. She took the sheets and blankets off to wash them, but then she couldn't manage to get them back on the bed.

I have no idea why...
 

Bed Hog Dog

Mom calls me her "Bed Hog Dog" these days.  I suppose it's for obvious reasons.

She says she doesn't understand how someone so little can take up over half of the bed.  It's easy to figure out, though.  I simply sleep where I want to sleep.

That fluffy white blanket with the bully stick on it is where I'm "supposed" to sleep so that I give Mom more room.  Yeah...whatever.

She should be happy I don't make her sleep on the couch.

Yet...
 

Kibble War

I put myself to bed early tonight. Really early.

It wasn't 'cause I was tired, either.  It's because of THIS:

That, my friends, is a bowl of plain old kibble.  I'm refusing to eat it.  For years I've trained Mom to doctor up my kibble with canned dog food, beef broth, hamburger, rice, etc.  For some unknown reason, however, Mom has been cutting back on the good stuff.  For the last two days, she has only given me nothing but PLAIN OLD KIBBLE.

This is unacceptable.

So, tonight I refused to eat my supper and I put myself to bed early.  There's a method to my madness, though.

You see, when I go to bed, I always get a "night night cookie."  That's right...a treat for going to bed.  So since I was refusing to eat my kibble, I decided to just go to bed for my night night cookie instead.  I was hungry, after all.

Brilliant plan, if I do say so myself!

I barked at Mom from the bedroom until she brought me my cookie.  (That way she knew I was serious.)  Then I scarfed it down!

It was yummy!

This was really a brilliant move on my part.  Totally got Mom to give me a cookie and avoided the plain old kibble.

And of course I gave Mom my "GIVE ME MORE COOKIES" look to try to get another one out of her.

Sadly, that didn't work as well.

And now I need to point out something a bit unusual in the very first picture I posted tonight.  Here it is again:

See that pink spot in my chin furs?  Here's a zoomed-in version:

That's a scrap of one of the magazines I've been shredding under Mom's bed.  She caught me red-handed tonight.  Oopsie...

At least Santa already came...and I already got a cookie tonight...

Bad Mom

I wanted attention tonight, so I started barking at Mom while she was trying to eat her supper.  And I kept it up until she finished.  After she put her dirty dishes in the kitchen, she got down on the floor to play with me.

By then, however, I had decided that I no longer wanted to play.  So, I hopped into my doggie bed.

And that's when the evening took a very disturbing turn...  Mom decided to COVER ME UP with my toys!  Seriously.

What on earth got into her?!  I just sat there like a good girl and took the abuse.

And yes, I fell asleep.

The pile of toys snored for a while after that.  He he he.  Mom finally got tired of taking pictures of me and left me alone. I don't think she realized that sleeping in toys is puppy dog Heaven for me.

My 12th Birthday, Part 2

I promised you more good stuff from my birthday...well, here it is!

I had my very first, full-fledged birthday PARTY!  Mom and I went over to our cool neighbor's house and the three of us had a party.  Seriously.  And our neighbor really, really went all-out to help us celebrate.  (She ROCKS!)

She put up a big banner that said, "Happy Birthday Buttons," and she had two GIANT balloons.

One balloon looks like a doggy.  The other one plays music when you tap it. "Ceeeeelebrate good times, come on!"

Since the balloons were up by the ceiling and I have tiny little legs, Mom pulled the balloons down to show me.

On the floor beneath the balloons and banner, our neighbor put PRESENTS.

Lots and lots and lots of presents for ME.  And a new doggie bed that's super-duper soft.  And a new blanket.  And a card that had a picture of a white doggie on it that sorta looks like me!

Before I started opening the presents, we had some other business to attend to.  CAKE.

Mom actually tried to take pictures of me with my hat and cake before we went over to our neighbor's house.  So these next few pics are from earlier in the evening.

Anyway, Mom got my cake and my hat from Lainey's Pawtique.

I was not a fan of the hat.

But I still managed to lick the cake frosting while Mom was trying to take pictures.

Then I got the hat OFF.

Had to pose one more time...

And then I went right back to licking until Mom rudely took the cake away. She said I had to wait until we went to our neighbor's house for the party.

When we got over there, and before we opened presents, Mom tried to make me pose AGAIN with my cake. That was absurd.

I just went back to licking my frosting.

And I nearly got the little "princess" candy piece off of the top of the cake before Mom brought out the stupid HAT again. I started barking at our neighbor, hoping she would help me out.  She just took pictures, too. Hrmph.

But after that, it was time to EAT.  Mom and our neighbor had chocolate people cake.  I had my special Lainey's carob and strawberry cake and some Frosty Paws (doggie ice cream).

Nom nom nom nom nom.

Nom nom nom nom nom.  (That's the special plate Mom got me two years ago. It's reserved for birthday cake.)

 Nom nom nom nom nom.

After I ate most of the frosting and some of the cake, it was time for me to open my presents.

Played and wore myself out with the first present and had to take a little snooze.

Opening more...

Another one...

Playing and plucking.

Mom has no idea what I was doing here, sitting in all of the tissue paper, but she said I had to post this pic because she thinks it's just hysterical.  (Whatever...)

And even though it wasn't HER birthday party, our cool neighbor gave Mom these super pretty flowers.  She said they were for taking such good care of the Princess (a.k.a., ME).

It was an awesome, totally cool, super duper party.  I got a little overwhelmed, though, by all of the new stuff.  We had to leave early 'cause I was so pooped.

Here's my "I'm sooooo tired" face.

These are the nice presents from my neighbor:

And I can tell you for a fact that the new bed is SUPER soft and comfy.

WHAT a day, don't you think???