Beautiful Weathers

Last weekend we had super nice weather, so Mom and I decided to go walk around the pond by our house.

I made sure to stop and sniff this pole on the way. See those dogs in that door? They barked and barked and barked! I took my time and showed them who's boss.

This is some of the last of the snow that's left around here. It's all been melting and melting.

The dog station seems to be missing something...the trash can! Hope the park people bring it back soon. That's important for poops.

Of course I found mud on our walk.

We got about a quarter of the way around the pond when I decided that I'd walked enough. I gave Mom this look.

Then we turned around and walked back home.

See this bench?  There was a nice family sitting there when we walked by the first time. You know what I did?  I pooped right by them. They laughed. Mom was not amused.

When we got back home I rolled and rolled.

That was a nice walk. Well, kinda.
 

Little Mischief Maker

This morning I acted all innocent, even with my crazy eyes and crazy hair.

But in reality, THIS happened last night.

Of course it's not unusual for me to dump over the trash.  Mom makes sure nothing dangerous is in there, just in case she forgets to put the garbage on the counter. And all I typically do is scatter the dirty tissues around.

When she cleaned up my mischief from last night, however, Mom discovered three little pieces of an old make-up sponge.

Yep.  Only three little pieces remained.  The rest was nowhere to be found.  You know why?  'Cause it was IN MY BELLY!

That's right.  I ate it.

"There's nothing to see here."

So Mom freaked out.  She called the vet and tattled.  The vet said I'd be o.k. but to watch for the sponge to "reappear" from either end.  Fun, huh?

While Mom was at work today, I...um...found the sponge again. It came out the top. (I'm just sniffing it here.)

Mom censored the gross part, but you can still see some of that sponge in this picture.

I refused to be photographed with the evidence.

Just to add to the fun, I also left Mom a present in the other room.

Mom was thankful that we "found" the sponge so quickly, so she couldn't get too upset with me.

Being full of mischief gets exhausting.
   

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!  (O.K., so maybe it's Happy Two-Days-After Halloween now because Mom's been slacking on my blog time...)

This year Mom conspired with my neighbor and they decided that I needed to wear this peacock costume for Halloween.

I actually didn't mind it too much. Mom and I had a disagreement about whether or not the peacock hat was a squeaky toy.  She seemed to think I should wear it, not attack it.  Once it was on my head, though, I left it there.

I strutted my stuff all of the way over to our neighbor's house!

Well, I had to make one little detour to take care of some business...  (Mom says she assumes this was to voice my displeasure at having to wear a costume.)  I was a poopin' peacock.

Here I am at our neighbor's patio...  "TRICK OR TREAT!"

The neighbor had her camera, too, and refused to open the screen door until I was properly photographed. If you look closely you'll see a few little leaf things stuck in the fur on my chin.  Those things get stuck on me every single time I sniff the trees near my neighbor's place.

The best part about my peacock costume was that it actually had a coordinating peacock SQUEAKY TOY!!!  Seriously.  Can you believe that?  I attacked, of course.

Is it cannibalism to see a peacock chewing on a peacock?  He he he.

And you KNOW I had to roll on that squeaky toy...

Still rolling...

My totally awesome neighbor had a bag of Halloween squeakies waiting for me for my trick or treating.  Yep.  A BAG of Halloween squeaky toys!  And she put out a BOWL of Milkbones for me, too!

Now here's where the evening took a slightly evil turn...

Yep.  Mom brought another costume.  She thought she'd display my ornery side by dressing me like a little devil.

I put up with it...

but I really just wanted to play with my new toys.

So I told Mom and our neighbor just how I felt!

Thankfully, we got down to business playing tug, bitey face, etc., right after that.  It was awesome.

After a while, however, Mom decided to torture me again with yet another outfit.

Seriously.

Sure, the skeleton pajamas are cute, but I think you can tell that I was NOT amused.

But then I got another new toy, so the skeleton PJs were quickly forgotten.

And I played and played and played.

Tushy shot:

Then Mom and I walked back home.  She left the skeleton PJs on me.  Lots of people ooh'd and aah'd over me on the way.

Mom and my neighbor decided that they liked the peacock outfit the best.  I have to admit that I do make a cute little peacock.

Would you believe they went out shopping today and found TWO more costumes to put back for next year?!  I'm doomed.

Bless Me

On Sunday Mom and our neighbor and I walked down to a church near where we live. They had a little "pet blessing" ceremony and Mom and our neighbor thought I could use a good blessing.  (Don't worry -- ain't no blessing going to get rid of my ornery side...)

Mom's church doesn't do pet blessings, and neither does our neighbor's church. But that was o.k. 'cause this church said everyone was welcome to come to the service.  So we went!

Here's Mom and me, right after we got to the church.

I...um..."blessed" the church yard just about as soon as we got there.  He he he.  Mom was thankful that she brought bags and that the church had garbage cans strategically placed in the yard.

There were lots of dogs there, and a lot of people, too.  Two guinea pigs came to be blessed, but no birdies or kitties.  (I would have loved to have seen a kitty.  I love kitties.)

This Shih Tzu's name was Bosco. That's the only dog name that we remember.  (Oops...)

The guy in the gray suit is Pastor Tom.  He did the blessings.

I got tired of standing in the sun, so I took advantage of a bit of shade.

This pup was craaaazy.

Here's part of the service itself. They had some readings and some prayers and some songs.

Then everybody got in a line to be blessed!  After the pastor blessed you, you got a little tag for your collar that says "I've been blessed."  And you also got some homemade doggie cookies, too!  (I don't know what they gave the guinea pigs...)  There were also bags of bird seeds you could take home to your birdies.

Blessing a guinea pig...

Then it was my turn!  Mom picked me up so the pastor didn't have to get down on the ground with me. She wanted to be sure she could hear what he said, too.

I'll admit it.  I purred a little bit.  But in my defense he gave me a good head scratch and said wonderful things to me!

Then I got my cookies and my little "I've been blessed" tag.

After all the guinea pigs and pups had been blessed, the peoples said another prayer and sang another song. Then Mom and our neighbor and me all walked home.

Here's a picture of the three of us before we walked home.

Mom says she and our neighbor have crazy hair because it was so windy.  You'll note, however, that my furs  look just fine...  He he he.