Turning 13 Years Old!

I'm a teenager now! I turned 13 years old on Sept. 18. Pretty cool, huh?

Mom woke me up in the morning by singing "Happy Birthday" to me.

I was a little grumpy, though, since it was so early.  Then Mom had the audacity to put a princess birthday hat on me. At least I got a present early. The card is from my awesome neighbor. The present is from Mom.

It was a cool princess card and a squeaky toy! I know I don't look too excited. I'm not a morning doggie.

When Mom got home from work, we had our supper and then we headed over to our neighbor's house.

At my neighbor's house, they had a birthday party for me!

See that red bed in the back? That's my main present from Mom and my neighbor. It's a fancy memory foam, pillow top, orthopedic doggie bed!  The blue rug is new for me, too. It's memory foam, too. And all of those bags...TOYS!

Mom tried to make me pose again with that stupid princess party hat, but I was NOT in the mood.

I tried to roll it off of me.

Once the hat was off, it was time to play with my new froggie toy.

Then it was time for cake! Mom ordered me a princess birthday cake from Lainey's Pawtique & Bakery.

Mom tried to make me pose with my cake.

I had enough of that, though, and started barking at her. "I WANT TO EAT CAKE!"

It was yummy in my tummy! Mom found some beef-flavored doggie ice cream to go with it.

My cake was pumpkin flavored, so Mom and my neighbor had pumpkin bars for humans while I ate my cake. We all ate on birthday plates, of course.

To top off my evening, I got a birthday Greenie.

I actually saved the Greenie for after Mom and I got back home to our house.

Then I covered my new, fancy dog bed with Greenie goo. HE HE HE

I'm a pretty lucky pup. This was an awesome birthday!

Stupid Allergies

I have bad allergies, so I take medicine all the time for them. Since pollen counts are high right now, my allergies are even worse than usual. Mom took me to our vet and he said to give me another medicine, too. And then the vet had the nerve to tell Mom to use...medicated shampoo! How horrible is that? You know what shampoo means...BATHS.

Mom didn't want to torture me...but I've been itching more and more, even with two medicines, so Mom decided that we needed to try out that medicated shampoo today. Ugh. The first thing she did was shut the bedroom door so that I wouldn't catch on to what was coming and go hide under the bed. That woman knows me so well!

Mom started running the bath water and I tried to hide under the kitchen table since I couldn't go hide under the bed. I was an easy target there, though, so the inevitable happened...

I hate baths, even with my duckies in there.

I tried to escape several times. Even made it out of the tub once when Mom was putting more water in there. Mom was not amused with my shenanigans.

Mom diluted the medicated shampoo, just like the vet said, but she thinks maybe she diluted it too much 'cause she didn't get any lather. Then she made me stay in that stupid tub for 5 whole minutes with the shampoo on me. UGH! She gave up at that point -- my escape attempts were driving her nuts. She said that I'm supposed to keep the shampoo on for 10 minutes, not 5. That ain't happening!

When the torture was finally over, Mom wrapped me up in a towel like she always does. Then she holds me like a people baby and dries off my belly.

Pathetic, isn't it?

At least there was a bright spot to the horrific ordeal...I got a Greenie!

You'll note that I'm still pretty wet in that picture. Mom says I smell like poo when I'm wet, but she just had enough of my antics and couldn't dry me off any more than that. He he he.

The current score...

Mom and the Medicated Shampoo: 0

Buttons: 1

I Want That Bag

When Mom came home from work today, she had a bag with her that was quite interesting. The second she put it down, I dived right in. She kept trying to pull me out of it, but I was too strong! (Or maybe just too determined...) Anyway, I figured out what was in that bag. I SAW TOYS IN THERE. But then she took the bag away and wouldn't let me have them!!!!

She put the bag on the counter in the kitchen, so I tried and tried to climb the cabinets. Then I thought maybe it wasn't up there, so I started digging through everything else that could possibly be a bag of toys. Mom got a little frustrated with me. HE HE HE. That's what she deserves for bringing home a bag of toys and not letting me have any!

Here's what the bag looks like...


Can't you see why I'd want that bag?!

Mom eventually got tired of me being crazy, looking for the bag of new toys. You know what she did? She went to our closet and she pulled a NEW TOY out of there! That's right...brand new squeaky toys in the closet! Oh, this is Heaven! I had no idea that there were toys in there. I wonder how many others she might have stashed away...

Anyway, I went to town on my new squeaky raccoon toy.


I squeaked for a while and plucked at the fur.


Had to roll on it on my back for a bit, too.


I tried something new this time -- playing with the toy on my back while partially under my new doggie bed.


That was a blast!

And playing with a new toy in my flipped-up doggie bed is always a requirement. So of course I did that and squeaked away.


See that black cord? That's for our 'puter! Mom was afraid I was gonna unplug it 'cause I was playing like a maniac.

Mom and I decided that the raccoon rates well for tug-ability.


That black cord is for our TV, not our 'puter. (We have a lot of black cords, don't we?)

Anyway, back to the squeaky raccoon... Mom and I discovered that my squeaky raccoon also works well as a scarf!


Geez, Mom. Enough pictures of me already! I'm gonna be blinded by all of those flashes.


All of the squeaking really wore me out tonight...


Mom also gave me a yummy Greenie tonight. That was awesome! (Sorry, but there's no photos of the Greenie 'cause I ate it way too fast! Mom said I inhaled it, whatever that means...)

Oh...and I did this tonight...


It was a goooood night!