Wordless Wednesday: Smooshy Face

*snooooooore*
 

 

Sleepy Day

I'm not a fan of Mondays because it means that Mom has to go back to work. The only good thing is that I can still nap all day while she's gone.

And, boy, do I nap. I'm an expert napper.

It's especially nice to be able to nap this morning since I was busy all night shredding more paper under Mom's bed. I also enjoyed keeping her up by barking for treats every 20 minutes or so.  Such a busy night for me!  I'm super glad I can nap and rest up to do it all over again tonight...
 

Sleep Schedule

I have trouble believing that Mom should be in charge of when we go to sleep and when we wake up.  Shouldn't I get some say in that?!

For example, if I want to go potty at 1 a.m. and 3 a.m., then I should be allowed to.  And when I want to squeak toys under the bed at 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., shouldn't that be my prerogative?  Just because Mom says she has to work all day, that doesn't make her the boss of me!

Likewise, why on earth should I have to wake up at 6 a.m. when Mom gets ready for work?!  This puppy needs her beauty sleep...especially if I've been up squeaking.

So, you know that when Mom gets me up early (and takes pictures of me), she definitely gets my stink-eye...

Mom's just lucky that I get to sleep during the day.

That's really the only reason I put up with her night time nonsense.

Mom's just too worried about sleeping at night anyway...
     

Photo Essay: Allergic Princess

Most of you know that I have bad allergies. Well, with everything blooming outside right now, the allergies are worse. Mom's been giving me both of my prescription pills every day.

That means I'm sleepy.  Very sleepy.  And somewhat out of sorts, too.  I started out my evening by hiding in my Princess Tent for a while.

Here's a photo essay (prepared by Mom, staring me, of course) to document my evening...

It's hard to be an allergic pup...
 

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...
 

Snoring Princess

Mom says I snore...loudly.  I disagreed.  I am a princess, after all.  Surely princesses don't snore!

Then Mom took this video...




Maybe she's right...

Wordless Wednesday: Rub My Belly

Even while sound asleep, I can still assume the "RUB MY BELLY" position.  And let's face it...this belly is irresistible.

Wordless Wednesday: Dog Beds

Yes, I have countless dog beds.  But sometimes it's just nice to snooze on the floor...

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.

Nocturnal Shih Tzu

Mom says "Nocturnal Shih Tzu" sounds like a good punk rock band name.  It also, in her opinion, describes me perfectly.

I have a tendency to wake Mom up at night.  I do it for fun reasons, too.  For example, I bark if I want Mom to turn on the light so I can go down my doggie stairs from the bed.  When it's time to go back up the stairs, I bark again. I have to be able to properly see my stairs!

Sometimes I wake Mom up by rolling on toys on the floor.

Or if I'm hungry, I wake her up, of course.

Or if I just wanna play for a while and I'm bored of playing by myself.

And then there's the obvious -- potty break.

Mom just doesn't understand.  She gets all bent outta whack about it, too.  Says she needs her beauty sleep.  But what else does she expect me to do??  Go down my stairs with only the light of the little night light?!  Or be content playing by myself?  Or...horror...NOT go potty?!

And then she gets all grouchy with me in the morning, too, when I snooze while she's getting ready to leave for work.

Not my fault.  It's her job to work for the kibble money.  It's my job to snooze and protect the living room.

And I might add that I'm very good at my job.

Mom just needs to figure out a way to nap at her job, too...

Snorkel Stick

I was snoozing the other day and minding my own business when Mom started to flip out.  She thought something was growing out of my head.  And then she thought maybe I was wearing a snorkel mask in the living room.

She disturbed my nap by getting closer and taking pictures.

Turns out that it was actually just one of my old, curly, bully sticks.  I'd been sleeping with part of it in my mouth, and the rest just sorta wrapped itself around my head.  (I "chewed" it into its current shape.)

And of course I gave Mom a sleepy stink-eye for disturbing my nap by pulling the bully stick out of my mouth.  How RUDE.  And the camera flashing didn't help matters, either.

She should really know better.

Wordless Wednesday: Sleepy Princess

Belly Rubbing

This morning I refused to get out of bed until Mom gave me a belly rub.  It's very important for me to get some good loving in the morning.

Mom left the bedroom, tried to lure me with the promise of going potty outside, etc.  Nope.  It wasn't working.  I needed my belly rubbed before I would budge.

And eventually, Mom figured that out.  Oh, yeah...nothing is quite like a good belly rub in the morning!

Using a Doggie Bed

I love my comfy doggie beds, but did you know that it's not always necessary to curl up inside the bed? That's right. Sometimes you can be just as comfy when you flop on the floor but leave your booty in the bed.

Mom took pictures of me practicing this technique over the last few days...

It's comfy. Trust me.

My Pacifier

I was snoring away in bed the other day, as only I can snore. And if you've ever met me, then you know I'm a pretty good snorer. Even the vet thinks my snorty noises are quite impressive. But that's a whole other blog post...

So anyway, I was snoring away when Mom rudely woke me up. I looked up at her all sleepy, and she started taking pictures of me. Rude! She was snapping away with the camera because of my new pacifier. See it?

Yep. That's a bully stick. I chew it all up and cram the whole thing in my mouth. Or as much of it as I can get in there. And that's how I sleep...

...until Mom wakes me up to take pictures, that is. Then Mom took her rudeness to an entirely new level. She pulled the bully stick out of my mouth!

She thinks the chewed up, slobbery part is gross. And she doesn't seem to think I should be sleeping with all of that bully stick in my mouth. She's afraid I'm gonna choke or something silly like that.

But you know what I did? As soon as she pulled it out, I put it right back in!

I've been doing this a lot. It's fun to snooze with a bully stick pacifier. Tonight I even got MORE of it in there!

Mom distracted me with a toy puppy, though, and got me to give up the pacifier for a while...

Now I gotta go find it again. It's bed time, you know!

Time for Bed???

Mom says it's time for bed, but I totally disagree. Instead, I think it's time to play! And you know what? That's exactly what I'm doing!

OH, we should play fetch now, too!

I say that Mom can just sleep tomorrow...

Not What It Seems...

This picture looks like I was rolling on that green ball, doesn't it?

Nope! That's how I took a nap last night. Fooled ya! He he he...

Oh, Mom says I'm overly furry now. I'm o.k. with that, though. I'd rather be furry than groomed!