Thursday, December 24, 2009

Return of the Coneheads - just in time for Christmas!

Well, I did it again.

One day last week, while Mom was helping customers at the store, I hid in my new bed at the store, and licked and licked and licked a spot on my hip until I had another one of those "hot spot" things that always makes Mom put the bucket on my head.

Here is me today, with my bucket head, playing with my good old "swollen tongue" toy.


This is still a great toy, even though it has quit squeaking.

I hate when squeakers quit squeaking!





Now, the good thing about wearing my bucket is that when I get tired of playing with one of my toys, I can just drop it, and carry it around in the bucket until I want to play with it again - this works pretty good with all my toys - even my big babies!

It does NOT work so good with treats Mom throws at me (why do I always miss catching them when I wear this thing?) Anyway - the treat gets stuck around my neck area, and I can't reach it, but I lick and lick trying to get it, and then the treat is all sticky, and my neck is all sticky, and, well - you get the idea.

Mom has special medicine for my boo-boo, and she puts it on me (I don't mind!) and I wear the cone around the house so I don't lick off the medicine, and so I don't lick my boo-boo.

But thanks to this new thing Mom found at the PetSmart (I Looooove going there!) - I don't have to suffer the humiliation of wearing my bucket head in public anymore!


Mom calls these doggie bandaids - they have special stuff on them to keep me from licking, and she can put in on my boo-boo, and it is basically invisible ('cause it is the same color as my fur!) - but when people at the store rub me, they sometimes find it. But sometimes not.

These doggie bandaids make Mom sneeze if she gets close too them - that is because they are coated in Cayenne pepper. They don't make me sneeze, but I sure don't lick 'em, either!

So, I wear the bucket at home, so my medicine can work, and I wear the pepper bandaid at work, so I don't look so silly. The pepper bandaid won't stick to my medicine, or else I would never have to wear the stupid bucket!

I hope everybody has a good holiday!

Mom and I are spending a couple of days lounging around the house, and then on Saturday we are driving up to the mountains to visit our friends, and we hope it is snowing up there!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Y'all will never believe this!

I STILL can't believe it!

First of all, Mom is making me tell all of you that this report card I got the last time I stayed at the doggie hotel is a BFL (Big Fat Lie).


After Mom and I took our shower last night (you should have seen how much dog hair was all over Mom when we finished - sheesh! she acted like it was gross or something!), she spent hours and hours blow-drying me.

Then she got out 2 different brushes, and a comb, and tried to "make me pretty" - but I snarled and snapped, and squirmed and wiggled, and was very uncooperative. So now she thinks the doggie hotel must put me on doggie Valium before they ever brush me.

So, anyway, back to the big news.

Mom got up 20 minutes early this morning!

I know - this is highly unusual, so I was already super-suspicious.

She did her usual morning routine, and let me do mine, and then when it was time for her to go to work (this is the time I usually hide in the backyard and make her bribe me with treats to get me to come inside) she opened the back door and yelled "Let's get your leash!"

So I came running at super duper speed, and helped her find my leash, and she put it on me, and I helped show her where the car is, and I got in, and we went.....

Straight to the doctor's office - but only so she could get me a quick pedicure.

??huh?????


So then we drove and drove some more, and we ended up at her work - and she let me in, and took off my leash, and then went back to the car and brought in my new bed, and all my new toys, and treats, and filled a water bowl for me, and told me I get to come to work with her EVERYDAY now - forever!!


Look - if you pay attention, you will see that I have a brand new cow-baby here at work - he is just like my one at home, except this one is white, and the one at home has turned brown. Don't know why - must be what happens when cows get old.



So I checked out my bed, and sometimes I lie in it, but mostly I have a lot of jobs to do!

I have to greet all the customers, and help them shop.

And Mom has lots of beads hanging on pegboards, and I dust these several times an hour, to keep them clean.




All the peoples that come here are very friendly, and like to give me rubs and treats.







I like coming here!
Can you believe it? No more staying home all by myself all day!


The only bad thing is, Mom spends a lot of time doing the same boring stuff she does at home - play with beads.

Yawn!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Something weird is happening around here again...

Mom got home late from work, and she had a new dog bed for me (I LOVE my old dog bed, so this better not be some kind of trick.) And she had a bag of dog toys, and dog treats, and she carried them back out to the car.

Then she rushed me upstairs and into her bathroom, and made me take shower with her. Well, mostly it was me getting the shower - she used some girly-smelling shampoo, and then some girly-smelling conditioner, and then she tried to blow me dry (which I normally enjoy as a game) - but this was different, and after one whole hour she gave up. She said that now she knows while Phil (my Professional Bather) ties me to the wall when he blows me dry. And why Phil's blow dryer is 10 times more powerful than hers.

Then I wanted to run outside and roll around in the really wet dirt and mud in the backyard, and she said NO.

So I am rolling on her clean comforter, and getting it good and smelly.

She says the reason for all of this will become clear tomorrow.

She is very busy watching So You Think You Can Dance, so now I am going to go around and get reacquainted with some of my old buds!

I'll try to get back to you tomorrow with whatever the big news is.

YaWN

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Hi everybody!

I cannot believe it has been 2 months since I used the computer!

Everything is OK - and thanks to everyone who worried about me - so sorry you worried! I missed you guys, too!

Mom hasn't been feeling too good, so she and I just snuggled a lot, instead of working on the computer. That was really fun for me! I love snuggling!

Have you guys ever had these great treats? They are huge pieces of cheese, and sausage, and sometimes bacon - Mom got me some, and I love them!


They are all gone now, and I want MORE!!!

I will try very hard to be a better blogger!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Bambooooooozled!

I was totally bamboozled by this whole vacation thing.

Mom loaded all her suitcases in the car, and I ran out and jumped in, while carrying my leash - and we drove 3 whole miles, and I ended up at my doctor's office, for a whole week!

They are nice people, and they play with me and everything, but that is NOT a vacation!

I even had to have a little bit of surgery, because I had a lump on my side, but the doctor told my Mom it is just a cyst, so everything is OK.

I also had to have a bath.

Whenever I stay at the kennel, Mom gets a report card, and mine is always excellent, of course. But this time, the peoples that took care of me wrote on my report card that I love to be brushed- and Mom thought they were joking, because whenever Mom tries to brush me, I squirm, and growl a little, and nip at her fingers (not hard!) - but now Mom knows it is just another one of my tricks!

Big PS to all my friends: If you are following me, and I am not following you back, please let me know - this is all very confusing to me, but I am trying very hard to figure it out!!!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Something's up!

Something big is up at my house!


Mom is doing lots of laundry, and ironing, and packing her suitcases.

And that only means one thing!
VACATION!!!

So I have been doing a lot of thinking and dreaming about where we could be going.
Maybe it will be somewhere with lots and lots of snow!

I just love rolling in the snow, and eating snow!
It hardly ever snows at my house, and it is pretty hot right now, so that would be a really fun vacation, huh?


Maybe we will go back to the beach!

The beach is so cool! Lots of water for swimming (but don't drink it, 'cause you will throw up!)
And lots and lots of birds to chase, especially those pesky pelicans! They like to tease me - they land really close to me in the water, and I thrash around trying to swim to them, and then they fly 3 feet away, and stare at me, and we do it all over again.

And rolling in the sand is SO cool! Then you go and jump in Mom's lap. That is fun!

And there is horse poop at the beach we go to - and you know how I feel about that!

Or maybe we will go to a big fancy hotel and doggie spa, and I can sleep late, and get massages and belly rubs!

I have NO idea where we are going, but I'll tell you all about it when I get back.
Check out my new poll, and vote for where you think Mom and I should go!!

See ya!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

How many do YOU have?

How many names do YOU have?

My Mom has a bunch of names for me, but no matter what she calls me, I know she is talking to me (partly because there's no one else here, but also because sometimes you just know stuff, you know?)

These are some of my names - some of them are really silly, but I don't mind:

Bailey
Bailey-Boo
Boo
Boo-boo
Bay
Baby
Stinky
Stinky Baby
Stinky-poo
Stink
Big Stink
Stinker
Poo-Bear
Poo
Bailey-doo
Bailey Doodle
Baby Doodle
Doo-doo
Sweet-pea
Sweet Peasums
Pea-pie
Baby Cake
Baby Cakers
Cake
Cakers
Sweetness
Sweetness-pea
Peas and Rabbits
Doodlebug
Sweetums
Goofball
Goofhead
Baby Darlin'
Darlin' Pea Pie
Pretty
Pretty Boy
Baby Doodles
BB
B-dog
Stinky Pot
Cuddle Bug
Doll Baby
Stinkerpotamus
Stinkypotamus
Love Muffin
Fur Ball
Hey You
Foot Boy
Bailey Poo-kette
Poo-kette
Bailey Boo-ker (rhymes with pooker)
Boo-ker
Bailey Boo-kette
Boo-kette
Snuggie Uggums
Big Dog
Pookie
Boogie
Boogalooze
Love Bunny
Booger-dog
Bubba Dog
Beakie
Beakie-Doo
Beakie Doodles


That's all I can think of right now!

Mom can call me whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't call me Late to Supper.

HaHAHaHAhahahahaha

Tell me some of your names!

Oh yeah - don't forget to vote for my definition (don't vote for the wrong one)! Thanks!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Check me out!

Hey guys - I have made it to the BIG time as a journalist now!

I am now published in Urban Dictionary!

Take a look, and give my definition a paws up!

Thanks!


Me - giving a paws up. I need a little more practice!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

My Name is Bailey, and I am a Poopaholic

Mom told me that I absolutely, positively, cannot tell this story.

So here goes.


I am mostly a good dog, but sometimes dogs have certain urges ... and that is why there is a well known saying: "A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do."


And, well, I do doo-doo.


Like many poopaholics, I started with that gateway doo-doo: rabbit poop.
We have lots of rabbits in our yard, and they leave lots of poop, and it is yummy.
Except for this bunny - he lives next to our deck, and I've never seen him move. He doesn't ever make poop, and he doesn't even smell like a bunny.

But I digress.

We have a really really big back yard, and lots of woods in our yard, and I like to roam around in the woods a lot. And lots of times that is where I poop. But if I don't poop in the woods, I poop in one of Mom's flower beds.
That is very important to this story.

See, a long, long time ago, before I was even born, Mom had another beautiful Golden, and he was very persnickety, and would only poop in the freshly mown grass. So Mom had to go out everyday and scoop up his poop and throw it in the bushes, so that both of them wouldn't step in it.

So when I came along, and never pooped in the grass, she was very excited - 'cause she didn't ever have to scoop poop anymore!

And then one day, I ran out of bunny poop, and discovered some of my old poop in a flower bed, and I ate it.
And then I couldn't stop - I think of it as recycling.
Mom was horrified, and decided I might have a dietary deficiency, or something, so she took me to the vet, and asked the vet what she should do about a poop-eating dog.

And the vet said: "Well, you could always just scoop up his poop.... But there is nothing wrong with Bailey."
Well, duh.

Mom was really mad at the vet for this advice. She tried putting a muzzle on me when I went out in the yard, but I could squeeze my tongue out through the tiny opening in the muzzle, and still eat poop.

So Mom has given up on my "horrible addiction" as she calls it.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

TDH strikes again!

I don't know about you guys, but my Mom has this strange, magical machine in the kitchen, and I really wish she would get rid of it.



It is square, and has a door that folds down, and most of the time my Mom leaves the door open ('cause she is lazy -- oops, there goes my treat tomorrow...!), and lots of times my toys roll under that door and get stuck. And sometimes I catch the edge of the door with my cone, and that is just annoying.



But the real problem is, Mom puts dishes in this machine - dishes and cups and silverwares - all kinds of stuff that I could be cleaning for her, and when she cuts on the machine, it makes a quiet noise for a long time, and then the dishes come out with absolutely no food left on them. This is a waste of perfectly good snacks!!


And what I really want to know is, where does all the food go??


Well, I thought I figured it all out yesterday:



Mom was unloading the machine - taking all the plates that I could have cleaned for her (and a whole lot faster, too, if you know what I mean!), and after she got the bottom shelf emptied, she said "hmmm" and she pulled the bottom shelf all the way out real fast and reached her arm way inside the machine, and she grabbed something out of it, and just kind of tossed it on the kitchen floor, and went back to inspecting the stoopid machine.

I had been halfway watching her from my comfy rug in the dining room, but when I saw her drop this thing on the kitchen floor, I jumped up like a rocket, and zoomed into the kitchen to check it out. 'Cause I just knew it was food - right? I mean, food goes in - so it must come out.

And Mom heard my claws clicking as I ran like a fool, and she turned around and saw me zooming in on it, and she said "No, Bailey" which everyone knows is Mom secret code for "Now Bailey, that is a delicious snack that I really really want for myself, so you stay away!", so I took 2 quick sniffs, and sucked up that treat!

Like lightning, I tell you.

And Mom said "You are SO gross, Bailey."




And that's when it hit me - I had just eaten a giant clump of Toxic Dog Hair.






Monday, August 17, 2009

Bummer

Y'all remember how I told you about all the construction going on next door? And how I have this really cool peep-hole in my fence?
It's always been there forever and ever, so I could visit with the next door doggies?




Well, Mom came home from work a few days ago, and let me out, and I ran to my peep-hole to check on the new doggy that moved in last week, and look what we found!

I am so mad!

The new neighbors blocked off my peep-hole.

Mom is mad, too - because it is her fence!



Mom and I played a little soccer today, but not much, because it was really hot and humid outside.



Mom said she might get her saw out and give me my peep-hole back. I hope she does, 'cause I am a very curious and friendly dog! I want to visit with the doggy next door.

But the neighbor peoples don't seem very nice at all.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Toxic Dog Hair: the Truth

My mailbox has been flooded with e-mails from other friends whose dog toys have inexplicably fallen apart, and they also suspect toxic dog hair (TDH) is the culprit.


As a responsible journalist, I have now done extensive research into this, and these are my findings:


I have inspected hundreds of photos of my poor dead dog toys - I have found copious amounts of dog hair in every photo!


By now, you have probably seen the pics of poor cow baby's left ear - covered in TDH!


Here is more irrefutable photographic evidence:








And a close up photo of poor piggy's tummy area:

Click on the photo if you need to - I have circled what I believe to be Ground Zero of the TDH accumulation.

I have hundreds of more photos that tell the same sad story, but quite frankly, it was very painful for me to go back and look at all my dear old, and now sadly demised, friends, and I just don't think I can bear to relive these memories again.

So here are my new theories, the result of several hours of extensive study, whenever I wasn't sleeping, or eating, or getting my tummy rubbed:
Toxic Dog Hair (TDH) is responsible for:

1) Global Warming -- there are probably tons and tons of TDH floating around up there somewhere, trapping those greenhouse gases, whatever they are...

2) Hurricanes and Typhoons (forget that silly "Butterfly Effect" nonsense - I suspect TDH)

3) the Blue Screen of Death and other critical computer errors -- there's really no doubt here -
my Mom has had to have her computer professionally cleaned (and even replaced, one time) because so much TDH got inside it that it stopped working --- sorry, Mom

4) the Current Economic Crisis - I won't even pretend to know what this is, but the News Guy is always saying it, and he sound really sad and serious when he says it, so it must be something bad, and I bet TDH is involved.

5) And, most importantly (to me), the deterioration of my favorite babies.

That's all I have come up with so far, but I will keep conducting my top secret research.

Let me know if you have some horrible events you believe are caused by TDH.

The world must know!!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The End is Near...

When Mom came home from work, she found this on her pillow:



Do you recognize it?

Here is a hint:


It is cow baby's left ear.

Once again, one of my brand new dog toys is falling apart, all on it's own.

But I think I have figured out the reason all my dog toys keep falling apart!

If you look closely at the top picture, you will notice there there is a lot of Bailey-hair all over the ear. Hence, dog hair must cause deterioration of dog toys, and the longer you play with them, the more dog hair they get on them, so the more rapid the deterioration.

I really AM a genius, just like my Mom says!

Friday, July 31, 2009

It's for my own good...?

Does that statement EVER mean anything good is about to happen?


And my Mom has been taking care of my boo-boo, and checking me all the time, and I got all better this week, so Mom decided to start letting me go without the cone.

She does this gradually - by letting me go for just a few hours without it at first, so she can watch me, like I'm some kind of recidivist or something.

The nerve.

But anyway, she started freeing me from the cone on Monday when she was home from work, and we sat around the living room all day - she was working on her stoopid beads, and I was left to my own devices. Do you want to know what I did? Really what I did?

Mom was really, really wrapped up in her bead stuff, and the TV was on, of course, and so she wasn't paying much attention to me.

And about an hour later, she noticed that she was hearing a very repetitive licking sound coming from somewhere - and she started looking for me, and she couldn't see me anywhere. Because I am smart, and I had crawled behind a big chair to hide from her!

And she got up really quietly and sneaky-like, and snuck up and me and caught me licking - but I wasn't licking my all-healed-up boo-boo. I was, of course, licking my .......... "business". After all, I hadn't been able to do this in FOREVER!!!

And evidently, that was OK with her, because she didn't put me back in the cone.

So for 4 days, she let me be out of the cone whenever she was home and awake, and I was perfectly behaved, and didn't do any bad licking, so last night she let me sleep without the cone.

She even gave me a huge rawhide bone so I could celebrate, and have something delicious to chew and suck on!

And then this morning, she gave me a full body frisking, and didn't find any wet spots, so she decided I was over it, and she went to work and left me out of the cone! Hurray!!

And I spent all day sucking on my thigh, and when Mom got home, she frisked me again, and discovered what I'd done, and put me back in the cone, saying "it's for your own good".

Yeah, right.

Stupid cone.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Gingey's home!








Well, Mom must have sent enough ransoms to the lady in the mountains, because Gingey is home at last!

I am just so excited! This picture was taken just moments after Mom opened the package -

I ran around the house a lot with Gingey!





We went upstairs while Mom changed her clothes, and I paused on the bed, but never let go of Gingey.

Then Mom went downstairs to cook dinner, and I raced after her, and I was so excited, and between wearing my cone and having Gingey in my mouth, I guess I couldn't see the stairs, and I was running too fast, and I fell down the stairs!

Fortunately, Mom was just a few steps from the bottom, and she heard the commotion as I came thundering down the stairs in a big tangle, and she stuck out her leg, and saved me! I composed myself, and raced her to the kitchen, and you know what?

I never even dropped Gingey!!!!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Bother and Worryation

Happy Independence Day, everybody!

As usual, I spent last night in Mom's closet, just like I do every July 4 (and every New Year's Eve, too).

I peeped out a couple of times to make sure Mom was OK, but mostly I just hid deep in her big comfy closet, 'til all the bang-bang noises were over.

I came out around 1 AM, and jumped up on Mom's bed to let her know it was time to take me outside.


And that's when she noticed that my left hip was all wet. And she knew what I had been doing in the closet - I had been "worryating" on my left hip, and now I have a great big boo-boo there. Mom said I was naughty. I can't help it, though - sometimes I just do this when I'm nervous!

It was all red last night, and Mom put medicine on it.

And naturally, now I have to wear the cone again.

Oops.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I don't know what Ransom is, but I need some!

Welcome to Gingey Watch, Day 17.

Mom talked to the lady at the mountain house yesterday, and evidently I will only get Gingey back if Mom sends her some "ransom."


I have no idea what "ransom" is, but I saw Mom hurry and pack an envelope, and mail it to the lady.


I am worried, because it was not a very big envelope, and I want Gingey back.

So if you have any extra ransom lying around, please mail it to:
The Mountain House where Tai and Nummy Live


Thanks!


Speaking of Nummy, I suspect she is behind all this.

She always wants my toys, and look at her evil eyes!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Gingey Watch - Day 14



Mom and I go to the mailbox everyday, checking for Gingey.

But no Gingey yet - it has been a long 14 days.

Mom finally broke down and got me this new cow baby - it even Mooooos - which really irritates Mom sometimes.

I like my cow, but it's no Gingey...

















I'm a pretty talented dog, you know - I can wink!

I wink all the time, but I do it fast, and up 'til now, no pictures existed... but here's the proof.

I guess my phone will be ringing off the hook now, for movies and stuff where they need a beautiful winking dog!




Can you see my nose freckle in this picture?

Friday, June 19, 2009

Isn't this sad?



This is poor piggy, who I told you about last time.


They just don't make dog toys like they used to, huh?

I just loved piggy, like I love all my babies, and one day he just fell apart.

The good thing is, when I pick up piggy and shake him back and forth really hard, all kinds of piggy fur and dog hair and other stuff flies off of him, and usually lands in Mom's food (not that she is always eating, or anything), and then she shrieks a lot like a little girl.

But the bad thing is, poor piggy is not a very good pillow for me anymore.

I hope the mailman is very careful with my Gingey, and gets him to me fast!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I took a vacation! And something horrible happened!

Mom packed up the car again, and we took a really long ride, and I got sooo excited when we turned on this road in the mountains, because I remembered this place!


Mom had helped me pack my stuff, and I took ugly baby, because he is really good for tug-of-war, and I remembered that the nice man at the vacation house is really good at tug-of-war, and of course I took Gingey baby, because he is the best baby ever!


When we pulled up in the driveway, I was super-excited, and leaped out of the car with my leash, and ran up the stairs to the big glass door (after I stopped for a long tinkle), and peeped inside, and waited for my Mom to make it up the steep stairs. (It's quite a climb!)

It took Mom a looooong time to get up to the door!



But she finally did, and she knocked, and the nice vacation man came and let us in, and that's when my excitement ended.


'Cause I had forgotten all about these 2 characters: Tai, and Nummy - who evidently live there.


They are probably nice dogs and everything, but this was MY vacation, and it was supposed to be all about ME!

So I pouted for 2 whole days on Mom's vacation bed. Just me and ugly baby and Gingey.



I didn't even eat!



And everytime anybody took me outside, I ran straight to Mom's car, and sat beside my door, waiting for them to let me in, so I could go back home. But we still stayed there. Mom let me sit in the car for about a half hour one day, but we never left.



Mom was up there to go to school, so she was gone most of the day, and after I quit pouting, I had a really good time.



The littlest dog is Nummy - she is a Yorkiepoo, whatever that means, and she thinks she is the queen of the house, or something. All I know is, she likes to steal my toys.

They had these great hard plastic balls there, and everybody thought it was Sooooo cute when Nummy played with the ball - probably because the ball was bigger than her whole head!

There were 5 or 6 of these balls floating around, but whenever I tried to play with one, Nummy would try to take it away from me. And naturally, I would try to get it back.







So when Mom wanted to get a "cute" picture of Nummy carrying the ball (something I do EVERYday, and somehow it isn't "cute"), I found myself locked out on the deck. Hmmmph.



Here is the "cute" picture of Nummy carrying her dumb old ball.









Here is the correct way to carry a ball.





Here, Nummy sees her dumb old ball lying about 1 inch away from me, so she is planning how she is going to steal it. Note the look of pure evil in her eyes!




The nice man at the vacation house knew that the scratchy old upholstery on the chairs in the house would be uncomfortable for my highly sensitive skin, so as soon as he saw me, he got some very soft, 100,000 count bed sheets and covered ALL the chairs, just for me!

This one is my favorite chair (because it is close to the remote!)


The vacation house man played with me a lot, and I think he plans to make something very special from all the hair I shedded while I was there, because everytime he saw some of it gathered around a chair leg, or a table leg, or tumbling around on their hardwood floor somewhere, he leaped up and grabbed it. I'm sure he has a nice collection of it by now. He's probably going to make a sweater, or maybe a vest.

I pulled some mean tricks on Mom while I was there - I ran away from home twice, and made her chase me up and down that whole mountain. It was pretty funny.

I had a really good time, but I am sure glad to be back home!

But I forgot to tell you the horrible thing - I was getting very nervous when Mom was packing to leave, and carrying Gingey everywhere, and I put him down in the vacation lady's office, and WE LEFT HIM THERE! It is a tragedy!! I am lost without my Gingey. Mom says they will mail him to me soon, so for now, I am carrying around the carcass of poor piggy baby. It's really just part of the head, with one arm and leg still attached, and no stuffing - it is pitiful!
I want my Gingey!


PS: Happy Father's Day to all you great dads out there!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Didja Miss Me?

I haven't been on the computer in awhile - My Mom has been hogging it a lot!

Plus, Blogger quit telling me when you nice peoples made comments on my Blog, so I thought all my friends were on vacation!

I have an ear infection right now, and my ears are all red and swollen and itchy, and Mom says it makes my breath and my head all stinky, but I don't know about that.

She has to give me ear medicine a lot, and I don't mind, but whenever I see her with the bottle, I jump on the bed and do this with my foot - she calls me Foot Boy when I do it. Then she puts the medicine in whichever ear is sticking up, and she says "Flip!" and I turn over so she can doctor on the other ear. I really don't mind., but I make a big show out of it.

See you soon!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Ring Thing


You may remember my red ring toy from the dreadful things Mom did to my new ginger baby on my birthday....


But anyway, now that it is free again, I am playing with it a lot more - and when I carry it, I always carry it like this, which my Mom seems to think is High-larious. I don't know why.











When I had to go out this morning (OK, when I had to go out the 14th time...) I chose red ring as the special toy I carried to the back door. I always carry one of my toys everywhere I go, but sometimes I forget where I leave them!

Does that ever happen to anyone else?




So, since I'm not allowed to take my inside toys outside, I put red ring down, and when I came back, it was right where I left it, so I carried it back upstairs and hopped back up on Mom's messy Sunday morning bed.


We are having a very lazy day today. I keep trying to get Mom to play with me outside, but she's not having any of it.

Phooey.

Friday, May 1, 2009

It's my birthday again!

Yep - I'm 10 years old now, and Mom got me the bestest present EVER!

Y'all know I love babies - and today Mom gave me this giant gingerbread man baby - he is so soft and lovable!

Of course, my Mom loves jewelry, and so she took my poor innocent stuffed red ring toy, and turned it into a necklace for my new birthday baby. I didn't like it one bit, and kept trying to take it off, but I couldn't get it off my new baby, so Mom finally got the hint, and took it off.

Look! This is my biggest baby ever!




Here's my poor baby with his "necklace".
This is my red ring - it is a great toy, too!




I love my new baby!
It makes a great pillow, too!





Well, by now, you all know that my pizza poll has ended (thanks for voting!), and "the whole thing" won. Well, Mom and I have decided to compromise. She just doesn't feel like I should eat a whole pizza, so instead of thin crust pizza, she has started ordering stuffed crust pizza, and she lets me have most of the crust. Not all of it, but most of it, so I'm pretty happy!