Just Playing

Yesterday Mom brought me a new super-duper squeaky Santa that she got on clearance for super cheap.  Can't beat that!

She thought I might like it 'cause it was so easy to squeak.  And she was RIGHT.





Eventually, I got tired of Mom sitting there with the camera.  I was ready to play fetch and she needed to get in on the fun.  So I told her!



Sadly, the little squeak maker in Santa got loose and fell inside the toy shortly after these videos.  So he doesn't squeak anymore.  I'm going to send Mom back to the store to see if she can find a new one, though. He got me playing like I haven't played in a while!

And Mom says you can tell it's not allergy season here anymore since I was actually rolling and playing so much.  That's a good thing.  You'll note that this still doesn't stop me from being super snorty, of course.  That's just how I roll.

My 12th Birthday, Part 1

I turned 12 years old on September 18.  It was an awesome day, too!  Mom started our birthday celebrations early.  She tiptoed into where I was snoozing...

And she put a present right by my head!

I gave it a good once-over.

Mom helped me unwrap it.  I was so excited that I didn't even realize I had my tail sitting in my water bowl!

As soon as that wrapping paper was gone, that new toy was MINE!

Mom and I played fetch for a bit.  I had some good "bed head" going, and I was still a little half-asleep. Gotta give myself some credit, though, 'cause that's the most activity I think I've ever had at that time in the morning.  I'm not a "morning person."  Neither is Mom.  We both grumble a lot in the morning.

Anyway, after I grumbled a bit, we played fetch some more.  Here's a pic of me waiting for Mom to throw the toy over my head.

Unfortunately, Mom had to go to work, so we couldn't play all day.  But let's face it, I wanted to go back to sleep anyway.  When Mom came home from work, you know what she did?  She gave me another present!

I got tired of Mom taking so many pictures, so I took the toy under the bed to play with it while hiding.

Eventually I came back out and posed...

Sounds like I had a great birthday, huh?

BUT would you believe that I haven't even told you about the biggest part of my day yet???  Stay tuned for Part 2, just as soon as Mom helps me sort through the 150 pictures she took...  He he he...

Wordless Wednesday (Continued...)

Mom took this video with her cell phone after the battery died in her regular camera. Too bad she missed me rolling in between this video and the last one!

Wordless Wednesday: Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

(Mom's camera battery died right where this video ends...which also just happens to be right before I started rolling on my back, half-in and half-out of the doggie bed!)

My Stash

I like to hide under Mom's bed sometimes.

I've actually pushed her stuff around under there, too, to make tunnels and hidey spots for myself.  Pretty cool, huh?  She can't see me AT ALL when I'm under there.

The other day I was napping under the bed when Mom rudely decided that I needed to wake up so she could take me out to potty.  (She claims it had been 10 hours, but whatever...still rude to wake me.)

She couldn't reach me to wake me up, however, since I was in one of my super secret hidey spots.  So instead of just leaving me be, she tried to dig to find me.  

She discovered my secret stash...

Before Mom reached me under the bed, she pulled out 8 squeaky toys and 2 socks.  I was busted for squeaky hoarding.  And, well, sock stealing, too (which I'd never done before...I swear...).

Mom carried my stash out into the living room to photograph the evidence.  I couldn't just let the opportunity pass me by, however.  I decided to PLAY!

Yep.  I rolled in the pile of toys for a while and enjoyed every single minute of it.

What Mom doesn't realize is that I've got an even bigger stash under the OTHER side of her bed...

Wordless Wednesday: Just Playing...

My Drastic Measures Worked!

When Mom came home from work today, she found a surprise for ME. Our totally-cool neighbor knew how much I loved that blue toy I talked about yesterday...and she got some toys for me that are similar to it! They were hanging in a sack on our door. She even took the tags off so I could get some immediate play action going!

They're actually doggie toys, too, so Mom says they're safe for me to play with, unlike the one I tried to steal from our neighbor the other day (oopsie).

Mom only gave me one of the new toys tonight because she "claims" that I enjoy my new toys more if I them one at a time. (Geez. I get no respect.)

Anyway, we played fetch a few times with my NEW blue ball, and it's super duper fun. But after a little fetch, I got kinda worried about Mom trying to steal THIS one from me, too. So you know what I did?

That's right...I went into hiding again. I hid in my princess tent where Mom couldn't get me. There's no way she's taking THIS toy away from me like she did the other one!

Of course she violated the privacy of the princess tent by taking a picture. You can tell how thrilled I was about that by the glaring look I gave her.


Then she had to take a pic through the tunnel, too. How RUDE!


I kept an eye on Mom by peeking out the end of the tunnel.


Mom was a little worried about me 'cause I wouldn't leave the tent AT ALL for an hour or so. Not for food or anything. (She was NOT getting my toy!) So, Mom put my supper in there with me to keep me from starving to death. That was a nice gesture, I suppose.

Eventually, though, I realized that Mom wasn't going to try to steal this blue ball from me, and I ventured out of the tent for some rolling, snorting, and squeaking...

Mom took this video of me saying thank you to our awesome neighbor...




OK, so maybe I was actually just after some cookies...but it sure sounds like I'm saying "thank you," doesn't it???

Taking Drastic Measures

Last night Mom and I went to our awesome neighbor's house. (She's the neighbor who has TOYS and COOKIES for me and the other doggies who live nearby. Thus, she totally rocks!!!)

I found a really cool toy at my neighbor's house and I played with it the entire time Mom and I were there. But when I tried to take the cool new toy home, Mom had the audacity to say NO. Can you believe that?!

Mom's weak reasoning was that the toy wasn't actually a doggie toy but something called a "stress ball" for peoples. She didn't want me to pluck it and end up eating the stuff from the inside.

WHATEVER.

Tonight we went back for another quick visit with our neighbor, and I got my little paws on that toy AGAIN!!! Mom tried to take it away from me -- again, she kept saying she didn't want me to break it open...and again I say WHATEVER. Crazy woman.

So drastic measures had to be taken. Can you see what I did?

Let me give you a blurry close-up picture...

That's right. I went into hiding with the blue toy! Any time Mom got close to me, I ducked behind that big chair so she couldn't take it away. I refused to come out of my hidey spot the entire visit because they were NOT going to take that toy away from me again! That toy didn't leave my mouth, either.

When Mom was putting on her coat to leave -- and actually started to leave without me 'cause I refused to budge -- then I finally came out. I got all flustered, though, and Mom somehow managed to TAKE THE TOY AWAY again!

UGH!

I need to work on that part of my toy plan, I suppose. Next time I think I'll leave the toy behind the chair where they can't get to it...

Mom and the neighbor both keep saying that they think I'll forget about that toy being there. I think, however, that we all know better.

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.