It's Electric

We have a problem here at our house. Everything keeps zapping me! Take a look at my ears and tail in this picture...they're sticking straight up!


Mom says it's just "static electricity" because of the dry air and the cold outside and heat inside. Whatever it is...I'm not a fan. It's making my hair look ridiculous!

The Drama Queen Tactic

Tonight I practiced another tactic as part of the ongoing training of my new Mom. This was a move that my sister Lexi taught me before she passed away. She used to do it all of the time and it worked like a charm for her.

And tonight it worked like a charm for ME, too. Wonderful tactic for my arsenal!

Here's what I did...

I had to go you-know-what outside. So, I made Mom walk out into the middle of a really snowy area until I found the perfect spot. While Mom was picking up the you-know-what (and if you don't know what, I'm talking POOP!), I wandered off a bit to explore.

But who really wants to walk back through that snow and get your paws all cold and frozen? So when the poop was bagged, I employed the "Drama Queen" tactic. I acted like my front leg was broken. Refused to budge...held up my paw...and looked at Mom with big, pathetic eyes. She reached down and rubbed my paw to warm it up. Then I immediately acted like a back leg was broken instead. More rubbing of the paw. Then the other back leg was broken. Finally, I wore her down and she just picked me up and carried me out of the snow.

Mission accomplished.

Tonight's score... Mom: 0, Buttons: 1.

NEW TOY!!!

Mom had to go run an errand tonight and guess what she brought back with her...a new squeaky toy for ME! Isn't that how things really should work around here? New squeaky toys all of the time...life would be so good.

So here's a picture of my new squeaky toy! It's a brown doggie. (And it's a little slobbery right now...he he he...)


The ears on my new toy are super chewable and pullable. I was tugging on them for a while.


Mom made me stop playing so she could take this picture of me posing with my new toy. I know I'm cute, but come on, Mom...I was BUSY!


I got a little mad at Mom for all of those stupid pictures she was taking. So, this is how I deal with that. I give her the butt... Take a picture of THAT, Mom!


She finally stopped with the pictures (or so I thought) and we played fetch in the hallway.


I played so much with my new toy that I ended up wearing myself out. Sooo much playing with the cool new toy! Had to take a nap.


But of course I'm keeping close tabs on my new toy, even while napping. I'm sleeping with it in my mouth.


Life is good. And life is squeaky. So that makes life even gooder.

Back to the Grind

Mom says that our Christmas break is over and we have to go back to work. Bummer. I really like having Mom home with me all of the time. But when Mom's gone, I do work very, very hard. I'm extremely productive.

Want to see my office? Here you go...


It's a very tough job, but I'm up for the task. Somebody's got to do it.


And yes...I snore...

My Rubber Chicky

Tonight I rediscovered my rubber chicken. I knew it was a super fun toy, but I got distracted by all of my other fun toys. Now, I'm not complaining -- having so many toys is never, ever a bad thing! Just hadn't played with the chicky in a while.

So Mom and I played fetch with the chicken.



And then she insisted on taking lots of stupid pictures of me with the chicky.


I also squeaked the chicken for a while like this...


SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK! (You'll note that I cross my back legs so lady-like when I roll on my toys.) That's such a fun way to play.

I've discovered lately, however, that I can not get my rawhide chews to make squeaky noises, no matter how much I roll on them. Darn.

Cheese Puffs Are Yummy

I got some cheese puffs tonight. Those things rock. Just check out the size of the container of cheese puffs Mom has. That thing is bigger than I am! I think she needs to share more.



Stop taking pictures and give me more cheese puffs!

My New Year's Resolutions

It's the start of a new year, and I'm in another new home. I'm told this is my forever AND EVER family, so I'm taking them at their word on that. I'm gonna assume that this is where I'll stay. So, that means it's time to get comfy here and start working on my New Year's Resolutions. Here they are...

1. Properly train my new Mom.

It takes a while to get pet parents to comply to our every whim. I've gotten a good start on training Mom. She's already having trouble saying "no" to my cute little face. My sister helped me with this a little before she passed away -- clued me in on proper training techniques. It helps, too, that I had such a rough life before now. Mom has extra trouble saying "no" just because of my history. Training should be complete soon...and I'll have her wrapped right around my little paws...


2. Get more squeaky toys.

You can't ever have too many squeaky toys. NEVER enough! I've gotten a ton of new toys since I've lived in my new home. Even Grandma keeps giving me new toys. Woo hoo! My goal is to make sure this continues. MUST have more toys!!! Especially if I do this to any more of the current toys...oopsie...



3. Get into as much mischief at possible.

Let's face it. I'm good at this already. Now I just need to be sure that I keep it up. Shouldn't be too difficult for me, I'm sure. I also need to work on acting innocent. That's a major element in getting into mischief -- acting innocent and deflecting blame. I practiced my "I'm innocent..I'm not getting into mischief" face this morning...


See? I've obviously climbed up on the arm of the couch, where I shouldn't be. But do I act guilty and jump down? Nooooo! I'm just sitting there, acting innocent, and refusing to look at Mom. "Me? Getting into mischief? Nooo...I'm just sitting here, Mom."


4. Figure out why Illinois is so flat and empty compared to New Jersey.

I'm a Jersey girl...what's with all these Illinois fields?! There's just nothing there to look at when we're in the car!



5. Last, but not least...more napping.

I think this one just speaks for itself...