It's all about Gumball

Gumball Gumball Gumball. He is my nemesis, you know. He is Mr. Bossy Boots about everything, and tries to keep me away from my toys, and my Mom's bed, heck - he tries to keep me out of Mom's whole room! Mom and I still have lap time, and go on walkies, but that little yapper sure has changed things around here! Yesterday, Mom was giving me some rawhide chews, and Gumball wanted one, and since he doesn't have a bottom jaw or any teeth, I don't really see the point, but Mom naturally gave him some 'cause he asked for them. She put them in this bed, because that is the easies place for him to lick them. And that is really all he can do. He licks, and licks, and licks, and sometimes he tries to chew them, but then he goes back to the licking.

So here is where he has discovered them in his bed, and he picked the one with bacon wrapped around it

He couldn't lie in his bed while he licked them, so he planted himself on the lip of his bed, and anchored them with his paws and the bed pillow, and licked, and licked, and licked.

More licking. Every hour or so he would get up to go drink a lot of water.

Here Gumball tries a new stance on attacking the bones. This is what the two chews looked like after 5 hours of licking. Gumball was on another water break. I tried to steal these perfectly good bones, but Mom wouldn't let me. As you can see, Gumball also is a bed-scratcher. He scratched for-EVER before he lies down. Every time. His poor bed is a mess. Mom tried to get a new pillow for his bed, but they don't make them. The store told her she has to buy a whole new bed. Someone at the shop suggested Mom just buy some fleece and take off the ratty cover, and sew him a new one. Mom laughed, and laughed! She said she has 2 hundred-something half-finished jewelry projects, and more she wants to start, so why on earth would she decide to go fabric shopping, and then tried to make a cover for his cushion? She figures she'll eventually have to buy a whole new bed. But for now, this one still washes good in the washing machine, and dries in the dryer, and Gumball likes it, so he's stuck with it. Sorry to be such a bad blogger. There are just so many other things to do!!

Mom learned the secret of the moving bed

Mom finally saw how Gumball is moving his bed.


I already knew how he was doing it, 'cause I watched him do it all week in the mountains, but I couldn't tell Mom, 'cause it is fun to keep secrets from her, and see her be all confused. Plus, us dogs have to stick together!.

Monday Musings: My favorite place at Mom's shop

Y'all might remember: I have a Sweeeeeeeet set-up at work - a nice comfy king-size bed, in a corner, under a table, so I feel nice and safe and protected! And my toy box is right there, with all my Babies, and my bones, and my balls. And I lie in my bed sometimes (but I prefer to be close to Mom! And sometimes I follow her around and around, and she tells people that I am afraid that she will sneak out some secret back door in the store and leave me there. What? It COULD happen - just because I haven't FOUND a back door yet, doesn't mean there isn't one. I watch horror movies! I know about secret passages!!)
You can't see my toy box in this picture, because Mom didn't get me a toy box for work until last month - she said my toys were getting out of control!!

But I digress. When Mom is helping customers, if the shop is pretty busy, with lots of people walking around (especially childrens), I like to go get in my bed, because I was never around lots of people until Mom starting taking me to work with her, and it gets a little overwhelming for me, so I retreat to my safe corner. [I was never around children when I was growing up, and never met any 'til I started working at the bead shop, so they kinda freak me out a little sometimes! ]

But my sweet bed is NOT my most favoritist place at work. My favoritist place is behind the counter - especially if there are lots of lots of people in the store (especially childrens) - but I never go behind the counter unless my Mom is back there, because if Mom isn't back there, I can't SEE her, and I have to be able to see her at all times (or she will sneak out the back door!)

So when Mom is working behind the counter, I get in the furtherest most corner back there, and curl up and relax. Mom always laughs at me, because it is a very tiny corner, and I always rest my head inside the metal cabinet so that I fit, and Mom tells me that I can't possibly be comfy, but it isn't so bad!

And when Mom needs to get the wire, or the crystals (which are in the cabinet behind me) she just steps right over me, and I don't even move. I know she would never step on me! She sometimes says that I am a little bit in the way, but I know she is just kidding, 'cause she is a big kidder like that.

And I might have forgotten to tell you: I got a promotion at work! I am now Assistant Manager and Head of The Complaint Department. The way this works is, if someone has a complaint, they are supposed to come whisper it to me, and then I kiss them until they forget about their complaint.

Unfortunately, Mom hasn't had any complaints yet, so I haven't gotten to give out any of these complaint kisses. But I do keep an eye out for peoples that bend down to look at the beads on the lower hooks, and I rush over and kiss them before Mom can stop me. She says not everyone likes my kisses.

HA! I told you she was a big kidder!

What a day!

Today sure wasn't boring!

Mom got up really early, let me out, and made her coffee and breakfast without even feeding me ..... I think she is finally learning!

Then she took a shower, and finally she gave me my breakfast. Yay!

Then the doorbell rang, so I rushed over to check it out, and it was a very friendly-looking guy with a bunch of tools. I love company!

I rushed out to give him a proper greeting (I even jumped up and kissed his face!) and he rubbed me, and he and Mom headed upstairs. So naturally I realized it was a race, and I started running, and I beat both of them to the top!

He went into the extra bathroom that Mom uses for storage (Mom has a LOT of stuff) and started to work with his tools, and I helped him a little, but then Mom started putting away laundry in the bedroom, and I have to always keep an eye on Mom, so I rushed into the bedroom, only to discover that there was no room on the bed for me.



Mom had covered the whole bed with stacks of laundry.

So I had to pout in my bed, giving her the evil eye.

Then she turned her back for a second, and I snuck out of my bed, and spied a teeny-tiny space on the bed where I thought I could fit, so I jumped up, and when Mom turned around again, she was surprised to see me all squished in there.





The nice man finished in the bathroom really fast, but it took Mom a long long time to put away all her laundry.

Then the doorbell rang, again! Twice in one day! More company!

It was the lady that comes help Mom move stuff all around the house. This is some weird game they play every Monday. They open drawers, and closets, and move stuff from room to room, and put a lot of stuff in the trash. They don't pay much attention to me, even when I try to help. The lady doesn't like me - Mom says she is afraid of dogs. I try to be extra nice to her, and I even jumped up and gave her a big face kiss today, and that got me shut up in the bedroom for a while. :(


Then they started playing in the closet where Mom keeps all her coats and purses, and I got pretty freaked out, 'cause it looked like it does when Mom is packing to go on a trip! I was afraid. So I stole one of Mom's gloves that fell on the floor, and tried to play keep-away with the lady, but she only tattled to my Mom that I had the glove. But HA! Mom doesn't care when I steal her socks or her gloves, because I am always very careful with them. So HaHa, big tattletale!

Then they put all the stuff back in the closet again, and the lady left.

And now Mom and I are watching TV.

See ya later!