Sunday, February 22, 2009

A Destructive Good Time

What a great day. Not only did I get to go out in the rain a few times and see my other mom, but I had a destruction session with my toy.

We started with a little fetch and toss.

Followed by a little game of tug of war. I won...of course.

Since I won the tug of war, I got to start chewing on it.

I know there's got to be a way to get those squeakers out.

What? You want me to rip it all up?

That can be arranged.

Man I'm thirsty but I know mom will take it when I go to get something to drink. I'm watching you lady!

Later that night...
Come on subconscious, tell me how to get those damn squeakers out!

I'm a Postcard

Whatever that means...

My mom used these pics of me to create a project for her class so I thought I'd share my various stages of cuteness.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

I'm alive

Sorry I haven't posted, my mom's been sick and now just lazy. We did go for a nice walk last night and she said I was a good boy. I didn't get to see my other mom this weekend, hopefully I'll see her soon.

I hope it's raining when we get up tomorrow so I can get towel-dried after going outside. I can hardly contain myself walking back to the house knowing what happens. It's the simple things that keep me happy.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Exciting morning!

Ran into my friend Sammie this morning and we got to wrastle for a long time! At first I didn't remember he was my friend and I was kinda acting like a jerk but my mom kept telling me to knock it off. After a few snarling lunges, I chilled out and we played.

I know I have pink skin and not much hair and all but do my ears really look like pig ears! I guess so cuz my doggie friends always seem to chew on them when we play.

Since I was rolling around in the grass (I'm allergic) and was covered in Sammie drool, I got a bath. I showed my mom though, she had to lift the front half of me in this time, no voluntary getting in for me! Well, at least my front, I jumped the rest of the way in once my front legs were in. Straddling the side of a bathtub isn't too fun.

My question now is, where's my after-bath treat, beeyatch!