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The Misadventures of Bean Burrito

Camp Grandmom?

Mommy and Daddy keep asking Moose and I whether or not we want to go to Camp Grandmom during spring break. Our ears always perk up when she mentions Grandmom's name! They say they're going on something called a cruise during Mommy's spring break.

I'm not exactly sure what a cruise is, but Mommy gives Daddy a daily countdown of the number of days until the cruise. They were also talking about something called an off-shore excursion and going to see some alligators. Bear and I have an alligator toy that we love to play with. I think that we should be invited so that we can see the alligators too!!!!! Daddy keeps telling Mommy that he's going to play with the alligators. She keeps telling him he's not allowed to taunt the alligators. I hope he realizes that we'll play with the alligators with him if he just lets us join them!

Anyway, it doesn't look like we'll be invited on this thing called the cruise. I'm assuming this since every time they mention the word cruise they talk about our trip to Camp Grandmom. If we don't get to go play with the alligators, at least we get to go play with Grandmom and Pop! I heard they're even going to take us to the shore for part of our Camp Grandmom adventure. I keep asking Moose if she thinks they'll let us walk on the boardwalk or swim in the ocean? I sure hope so!

Bear's Bear's Fall in a Nutshell

Wow! It has been a long time since I had Mommy type a diary update for me. My great grandmom keeps telling me she checks my page, but there's nothing new here! At long last, here is what I've been doing since my last diary entry:

1. On Mommy's first day back to work in September (she's a teacher and has all summer off), I was annoyed that she left me for a whole day and I ripped the carpet runner off of the bottom stair. Mommy was not at all happy. She set my crate back up on that very day and I've been hanging out there while she's at work ever since.

2. Mommy and Daddy keep dragging me to the vet and telling me I have "mange toe." Dr. Donota said I have some little bugs called mites. Every dogger has them, but apparently I don't react well to mine and they cause my hair to fall out! Luckily, Mommy was observant enough to notice the problem early while it was only affecting my toes. The Doc said that some dogs lose ALL of their hair ALL over their bodies! I think I'd look funny (and be very cold) if I was bald all over!

3. Because of my mange toe, the Doc gave Mommy some medicine to get rid of the problem. Normally I swallow pills without any trouble; I just pretend their treats! This medicine, though, is liquid and Mommy has to give it to me with a syringe. I won't let her near me with a syringe, though, ever since "the incident." (I ate an entire bottle of doggy vitamins, Aunt/Dr. Mel told Mommy and Daddy that the vitaimins were toxic in large doses, Mommy gave me peroxide in a syringe, I turned green and puked. A month or so later, they tried to give me pepto bismol for some potty problems in a syringe, I freaked out and sprayed little pink specks all over the dining room.... Mommy is still finding pink spots when she cleans.) Anyway, there's no way she's using that syringe on me again. So, she just puts the liquid on top of my food and I'm sooooo hungry that I gobble it all up.

4. Aunt Mel and Uncle Russ got me a doggy cousin!!!! His name is Sparky. He's little and white and funny! Aunt Mel is a vet and adopted him after a client died and Sparky needed a home. He's littler than Moose and I, but we LOVE to run around, sniff his butt, and play with him. He's a cool little guy.

5. Aunt Heather and Uncle Sean got me a doggy cousin too! His name is Frankie and he's sooooooo much fun. Frankie has had two sets of humans before Aunt Heather and Uncle Sean. Both of his sets of humans died, though! He's happy to have young humans now, that aren't going to die on him and make him move to ANOTHER home. He's a little chubby (because his last human let him sit outside of Wawa looking cute and people would buy him ice cream sandwiches), so Aunt Heather brings him to our house ALL of the time to run around with us in the yard in an effort to help him shed some pounds. I LOVE to wrestle with him and play pull toy with him. He's soooooo much fun. Sometimes Moose gets mad when we're wrestling and barks at us. I think she's just jealoous that I'm playing with Frankie and she's not. Aunt Heather- when is Frankie going to get a dogster page? He has a lot of exciting stories to tell!

6. Not only do I have new cousins named Sparky and Frankie, but Aunt Megan and Uncle Jason got me a new cousin named Charlie as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He looks EXACTLY like my cousin Reilly. Mommy swears that they are biological brothers. They are both from the same rescue in Maryland and they're the same age. Charlie is really cool, but he is still a little shy around Moose and I. I think that Uncle Jason needs to start Dogster pages for Reilly and Charlie!!!!!!

7. One of the times Mommy took me to the vet for my mange toe, she also took Moose about a bump on her side. The doc said it would be best to be safe and cut the bump off. Daddy dropped Moose off for her surgery and I had to survive an entire day at home without her! Mommy picked Moose up on her way home from work that day. When Moose got home and they let me out of the crate, though, I wasn't allowed to run, or wrestle, or play with Moose. I wasn't even allowed outside at the same time as Moose! Mommy said we couldn't risk pulling any of Moose's stitches. It was torture. I rely on Moose as my entertainment. She shows me how to be a dog, what is interesting to sniff, and how to get Mommy to say "What are you two goofballs doing?" Luckily, she got her stitches out yesterday and we're allowed to play again.... it was a VERY LONG two weeks ) :

8. The last thing I'll tell you about is Daddy. He's been working like a maniac lately. He leaves at 9 in the morning and doesn't get home until midnight, 1 am, 2 am, etc. I don't sleep well until he gets home. Mommy's cool and all, but I really miss playing with daddy each night before dinner. He keeps saying, "It's almost over." Mommy just gives him a look like "I'll believe it when I see it."

I will try to keep up better with my diary now. I think I've caught you up on my major highlights since my last posting!

The shore is great!

My Mommy and Daddy and sister Moose left me at the shore yesterday. I was a little annoyed because I like to be with them ALL of the time, but I decided to make the best of it and enjoy being the only doggy to get petted and taken for walks. I even made the most of my extended stay at the shore while Grammy was preparing dinner.

She left a plate of thawing meat on the edge of the counter. Being a curious puppy, I put my paws on the counter to check out the interesting smell. Well, I saw a whole plate full of hamburgers and hot dogs just sitting there, waiting to be eaten! I grabbed one of each and woofed them down. Boy were they good!

I went for round two, but Grammy came running into the kitchen to see what the noise was and saw what I had done. I don't understand why she was so upset. They were sitting on the counter waiting to be eaten, weren't they? The humans get to eat whatever they want to off of the counter, why can't I? I'm certainly cuter than all of the humans... Well, Grandmom disagreed that I was allowed to take whatever I wanted off of the counter and hollered at me. I still don't understand. Maybe Mommy will explain it to me when I get home later tonight????