Souvenir # 2

Tonight Mom broke out my other souvenir from her vacation. She got me a squeaky, stuffingless ostrich! How cool is that?! I've never seen a squeaky ostrich before.

Mom taunted me with it before she gave it to me. How ruuuude.

I finally got it away from her, and then I headed to my brown bed and played like crazy!

Here's some video of me with my ostrich. Yes, I'm plucking its booty in the beginning...

I had a whole lot of fun with my vacation souvenir. As usual, I wore myself out and had to nap for a while.

See where that ostrich is? Yep -- right in my mouth! I'm not letting Mom take it away from me ever...

Midnight Excursions

Someone has decided to go out to poo at midnight for the last two nights in a row. Certainly it couldn't be this innocent-looking doggie...

I guess I do look a little sleepy in that picture. He he he. That's because it was 12:30 a.m.!

And THIS is what I looked like in the morning when Mom had to get up to go to work:

Mom says I'm ornery, but I just don't see it...

My Bland Diet

Apparently, Mom is not a fan of having to take me out to potty at 2:00 a.m. I discovered that for sure last night. She really wasn't thrilled about the fact that I sorta had some...um...issues, either. If you're squeamish, you'd better skip ahead a bit... 'cause I'm talking about runny poo. Wasn't the first time, either. It's happened off and on for the last few days.

So Mom announced tonight that we're nipping this in the butt. (Pun intended.) She said she was switching me to a bland diet for a few days. I had no idea what she meant, but she said that she used to do this for Lexi when Lexi had tummy trouble and it helped her get all better.

Anyway, Mom took forever to cook herself supper tonight. I had to sit at the edge of the kitchen and supervise...

But then I realized that Mom wasn't cooking supper for herself...she was making food for ME! Turns out that this "bland diet" she was talking about is actually boiled hamburger and rice.

My table was set. (I added that squeaky bug myself. Needed a cool centerpiece.)

I totally chowed down!


Turns out that this "bland diet" stuff really rocks. I licked my bowl clean in record time. YUMMY!

Mom gave me a tiny bit more hamburger and rice later this evening and I think there was a little pink crunchy thing in there, too. But surely she didn't hide allergy medicine in my bland diet...right?

And now for your viewing pleasure, here's some video of me snarfing down that food.

I make some really cool snorty sounds in this one. He he he...



So what have we learned today? First, "bland diet" totally ROCKS. Second, I'm not so "ladylike" when I eat. He he he.

Snort.

Discussions with Mom

I had to have a serious talk with my Mom tonight...



There was a piece of popcorn stuck under the couch and she totally didn't see it! So I barked at her for a while. Then I broke down and decided to try to get the piece of popcorn out myself. That's when she FINALLY realized what I was so upset over.

Good grief. Do I have to spell everything out for her?!

Since I was such a good girl in pointing out the piece of popcorn (and "disposing" of it, too), I decided I deserved a cookie. After all, I DID help Mom out. So I went to the kitchen doorway and sat there. And stared at Mom.

She knew exactly what I was after that time...

Playing with My Fox Like a Froggie

Took a new approach tonight when I played with my toys. I stuck my head up against the chair and put my back legs out like a froggie. And then I plucked my fox for a while.

I was having fun, of course, until the sound of laughter rudely interrupted me. Yep...it was Mom. She was sitting across the room, laughing at me. Can you believe that?! I mean, what is so funny about me laying on the floor like a froggie and almost hitting my head on the chair while plucking a fox?!

My Mom wears me out...

Toy Fur

What's that saying about sleeping dogs? Something like "let sleeping dogs lie," right? Well, apparently my Mom hasn't heard it. She rudely woke me up a few minutes ago because I was sleeping and I had toy fur stuck to my mouth.

Did she honestly think I cared that I had toy fur there?!

I love my toys. I love my toy fur. I love plucking the fur off of my toys. If it gets stuck to my mouth, then it gets stuck. Don't wake me up to pull it off my mouth!

Mom just doesn't understand...

Vacation Souvenir

Mom brought me back some BLING from her vacation! She got me a black collar with sparkly red doggie bones and sparkly letters that spell out my name. Cool, huh?

Here's a picture of me checking out my new bling. Had to give it a good sniff, of course.

And then I modeled the bling for Mom.

Can't see it, can you? That's the problem with having longer fur...it hides the bling! Here's a side view...

I love the new collar. It's a little heavy since it's so blingy, so Mom says she won't make me wear it all the time. Otherwise, I might end up falling over! Honestly, though, I think Mom's more worried about the sparkles catching on my toys when I roll on things.

When Mom and I got home yesterday there was a box at our door from the happiest place on earth...DogToys.com. Mom wouldn't let me see what was in the box, though, and that's totally unfair. She says she's getting an early start on my birthday shopping. Whatever.

Anyway, today she opened the secret box and ended up giving me a little pea pod toy. That was cool...even if she's still hiding stuff from me...

I chewed on the pea pod.

And you KNOW that I had to roll on it, too...

I got tired of Mom taking so many pictures of me, though, so eventually I had to give her "the butt." That's when I just turn away from her so that any pictures she takes are of my hiney and not my face. It's an effective technique.

Mom says she's got another surprise for me from her trip. She wouldn't get it out today, though, since she gave me the pea pod toy today. I think that must mean that she's got a vacation TOY for me. I hope she gives it to me tomorrow!

Mom and I were both happy to be home today. We took it easy and relaxed from our vacations. I discovered that the tail of my squirrel makes a great pillow.

There's still no place like home...and there's nothing better than squeaky toys...