Playing with My Bully Sticks

This is a bully stick:

OK, so it's a little mangled up right now. It started out looking sorta like a dog bone, but I've been chewing on it. That's how it ended up looking so funny.

Anyway, I'm sure you know how much I love my doggie toys. I can make just about anything into a toy, too. For example, I've been rolling on my bully stick lately...

(Yeah, there's part of another bully stick in the picture, too...)

It doesn't squeak, but it's still fun to roll on! And after rolling on it for a while, I can chow down, too. Such a versatile toy!

And you know how I sleep with toys in my mouth? I can do that with my bully stick, too!

Last night, I made Mom play fetch with my bully stick. She didn't understand, but she still played. I've got her trained well.

Rolling and Scratching

I must say that I'm a bit of an expert when it comes to playing with squeaky toys. Since I have bad allergies year-round, I'm also quite skilled at scratching techniques.

Did you know that rolling on your back isn't just for squeaking toys? That's right! I suggest you try this tactic the next time you need to scratch the top of your head or your back (if your parents aren't there to help, of course)...

Sometimes I combine rolling for scratching with rolling for playing. It's o.k. to do that, too.

Wordless Wednesday

Stink Eye

Here's my new tactic to get Mom to give me more toys...

I just give her a look like this:

Then I tell her that if she gives me a new toy, then nobody gets hurt.

I'm sure it'll work...

Sneaky Supper

I don't like to eat dry kibble. That's a fact. Mom thinks I should eat dry kibble. That's another fact.

So, to try to get me to eat the kibbles, Mom puts pieces of canned food on top of the kibbles. She puts some powder stuff in there, too, for extra vitamins and stuff. Mom thinks she's soooo sneaky.

This is what my supper looks like:

I do my thing...

And this is what I leave for Mom:

See what I'm doing here? I'm turning the sneaky around! I just eat the canned pieces off the top and leave the rest virtually untouched!

For some reason, Mom doesn't appreciate my sneakiness.

Killer Wasps at My House

We've had a bug issue outside our house. Lots and lots and LOTS of these things:

Here's a close-up:

These bugs are super duper scary looking and super duper icky looking. And they're BIG. They actually live in burrows in the ground, up close to the front of our building.

We've had mornings where there were probably 50 of those icky things flying around when I went out for my morning potty! Mom called the condo association and they said that the bugs are cicada killer wasps. They look ferocious, but "supposedly" won't hurt us if we leave them alone.

That doesn't really make Mom feel much better. You see, the bugs don't really bother me, but they really freak Mom out. She's worried, of course, that one of the bugs will "get" me. In her mind, these wasps are more like this:

It's hard to take pictures of our ferocious bugs. Here's me checking them out one morning, though (for as long as Mom would let me, of course, which wasn't very long...).

I've actually had two "run-ins" with the big bugs. Mom nearly had a heart attack both times, too. My first run-in happened when I stepped out onto our stoop one morning and came face to face with a wasp, just hovering on the stoop.

Here's a re-enactment. Just imagine there's a huge bug right by my nose.

The bug and I just stayed right there, having a staring contest. Mom ended up pulling my leash to get me away from it.

The second bug run-in was when Mom and I were coming inside from our evening walk the other night. I was heading up to the door...

...when I was bonked in the head by one of the wasps carrying a cicada! It looked just like this picture (this one came from the internet, though, and not from Mom's camera...).

Yep. The wasp/cicada just bonked me in the forehead, and then it flew off!

The condo people told Mom that the bugs would be disappearing as soon as the cicadas disappeared. Mom's hoping that happens soon...

My Portrait

At a Twitter party not too long ago, I won a portrait from Joan Nardozzi, donated by Smokey8. After a quick (but sorta funny) detour to Germany, my portrait arrived at my house!

Here's me checking out the picture of me. (Ignore the partially-chewed bully stick by my head.)

The portrait is done in pastels, so Mom wouldn't let me sniff it very much. She said I might smudge myself.

Here's a close-up scan of my portrait. Isn't it just awesome?! Mom and I really, really love it.

It's based on one of Mom's favorite pictures of me. Cool, huh?

Big thanks to Joan, Smokey, and Fuzzy Freya (my temporary German host)!