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!

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!

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!

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.

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!

I went Ptui!!

Most of you know by now that I am somewhat of a canine-oisseur when it comes to snacks. I love me some good treats!


And one of my favoritist treats is Snausages - I love 'em!

Mom doesn't buy them very often, but she picked some up at the store last week, and when she opened them, she was really surprised to find bacon-looking stuff in there, instead of those cute, juicy, delicious snausages that I love so much. But she thought the Snausage people had just goofed up, and she kept giving me one of the bacon thingies every day - and I ate them, but I have to be honest with you --- they're TERRIBLE!! They taste like 2-year old shoe leather, and they are really hard to chew. I chew, and chew, and chew, and don't get very far with them. But hey, it's a treat - better than dogfood!



But on Saturday, Mom reached in the bag, and grabbed a bacon chew, and gave it to me, and while I was chewing, and chewing, and chewing, something deep inside the bag caught Mom's eye - it was yellow, and she reached through all the bacon, and pulled out a little chewy fried egg!

That's when Mom read the bag, and saw that these were Snausage Breakfast Bites! She held on to the fried egg, waiting for me to finish the bacon, but I just chewed, and chewed, and I kept seeing and smelling that egg, so I suddenly went "ptui!" and spit that dumb old bacon chew all the way across the kitchen, and jumped up and grabbed the egg out of Mom's hand. I sort of surprised Mom - the only other time I ever ptui-ed anything, it was a plain old dry piece of lettuce - yuck!

So now, I won't even put those silly bacon chews in my mouth - I hold out for those delicious eggie chews!

Yea!

Yea! Check out my poll!

"The whole thing" is winning! I just know everything will work out in my favor this time!

Double Yea!



We had company last weekend!

My friend Kathy came to visit me - remember? I went to visit her last year - and now she came to my house! This is a picture of her cooking me a special treat when we were at her house.

She is really nice, and played with me, especially early in the morning when my Mom was still snoozing - Kathy sat out in the backyard with me, like a proper visitor, and talked to me and patted me.

And Kathy brought a really nice lady named Mary with her, and Mary was my favorite, because she gave me treats. All the time! Really delicious treats, like shrimp, and chicken, and cake!

And I get to go visit them really soon - I can't wait!

About 2 weeks ago, after I had been out in the backyard for a really really long time, I came inside, and started to throw up.

I couldn't stop! It was all brown and gross, and I couldn't stop, and bad brown stains got all over Mom's carpet and her bed. She didn't yell at me, because she knew I was really sick. But she thought I had been eating poop (again), so she gave me her dumb lecture about how eating poop always makes me sick - I just ignored her, and kept throwing up for a really long time.

Mom had to get a special carpet cleaner to get the brown stuff out of the carpet.

Then, about 3 days later, I started doing my "New Bone Dance" on Mom's bed, while she was working on the computer. My New Bone Dance is a very special dance that I do whenever Mom gets me a new bone - I hop around, and bark a really shrill high bark, and tap my front foot on the new bone so that it hops around on the bed and I can chase it. It's fun!

Except that Mom was very suspicious, because she hadn't bought me any new bones....

But I am a very resourceful dog - see...

I had found this bone in my very own backyard:

Mom jumped up and snatched it away from me, and threw it away in the outside trash so I couldn't get it.

But HaHa! There's a whole bunch more where that came from!

Mom is starting to suspect that this bone is somehow related to all that throwing up I did - she thinks I was eating some dead animal - but I'll never tell!

She thinks it's a rib bone, and she seems to think it's a pretty big one, for me anyway -

Now I know to chew them when she isn't watching. Moms are weird sometimes.