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.

New poll!

I snuck on the computer and made a new poll, so vote if you get a chance! Thanks!

My Mom hasn't been home much lately, because our good friend is sick in the hospital, and Mom goes there before and after work everyday. I hope she gets better soon - she is my bestest friend, and I visit her at her house a lot. She has 2 dogs, but I just jump on the sofa to get away from them - they are yappy and pesty. I don't mean that is their names - their names are Roscoe and Little Bit - but they bug me.

My friend Judy is really nice, and gives me lots of pats and rubs, and lots of treats. She doesn't care if I get all over her furniture, because she is dog people! She comes to my house to see me, too, and even babysits me sometimes when Mom goes out of town.

Get well, Judy!

We have another friend coming to visit us next weekend. She is teaching a class at my Mom's store, and will be here for a few days - she is dog people, too, so I can't wait!

Pizza Pizza

Remember how I told you that something wonderful happened when Mom and I got home from the park last week?

Well, the doorbell rang, and it was my favorite person in the whole world, next to my Mom: The Pizza Hut Guy!

That's right, folks - you voted, and made it happen! So, thanks!

Mom said this pizza was mine, because of the results of my blog poll, so this shows the Pizza Guy giving me my pizza.

Then Mom fixed our plate, and we went upstairs. She had to put the plate on the bed while she put down her drink, and I know I'm not allowed to touch the plate until she says "OK", so I didn't, even though it was MY PIZZA.

So Mom started eating, and as usual, all I got were the crusts. I think a couple of the crusts had some sauce on them, but really, it was just crust. Dumb old crust.

But it was pizza crust, and that beats out dog food any day!

Then Mom finally said "OK", and I got to clean up her empty plate. Whoopdie do.

Then we went back down to the kitchen, and Mom put the whole pizza box on the floor, so I just knew NOW was my turn.

It certainly smelled like pizza.....

But it was just an empty box.

Mom is very concerned about my health, and once again had sacrificed herself so I would not eat bad-for-me food.

My crusts were really good, but I wanted some real pizza!

Please vote in my next poll - I must somehow make Mom see the error of her ways!

And I may just have to tell America that we actually had Pizza Hut delivery on Tuesday and again on Friday this week - 'cause Mom is not much of a cook! But that's OK - more crusts for me!