Sleepovers = Fun! [11.17.09]

Having sleepovers are a lot of fun. My girlfriend, Jamie, came over Sunday to hang out with Big Mama, Big Daddy, & me. After a little while, she had to go home, but she took me with her.

Eechie, Mama! Jamie is so much fun. She lives with Kristin & Sean & I love them, too. They let me hang out with them & sleep with them & then took me out to potty in their back yard. I definitely love being here.

There's a kitty cat here, too, that likes me okay. Well, if I stear clear of said kitty, then the kitty likes me. That's all I'm going to say about that.

I gotta go now. I'm about to go back to Camp Chaos. Can I come to your house for a sleepover next?

I Don't Wanna Graduate [11.11.09]

I don't want to graduate. No, sirree. I'm gonna stay right here at Camp Chaos forever. Big Daddy said everybody graduates, but Shylee Sweet doesn't. Romi doesn't. Georgie Girl doesn't. Mojo definitely doesn't graduate. Why do I have to?

Big Mama looks extra sad this week. She told me she had to choose between letting me go & letting another dog die. His name is Frodo. She said he's about my age & lives in jail. She also said if she lets me go that I will have to live in jail, too, but it will be a good jail, not one where I will be killed. Frodo's going to be killed if Big Mama doesn't take him.

I'm so confused. I just don't understand why I have to graduate if Frodo checks into Camp. I've been a good boy & I get a little smarter & better every day, but it doesn't matter anymore. My Big Mama is going to give me away & let someone else adopt me.

It's just not fair. I love my Big Mama. I follow her everywhere. When she stops moving, I sit beside her. She doesn't act like she's mad at me, she seems like she loves me more & more everytime she sees me.

I just wish I didn't have to leave. I wish someone in East Nashville would adopt me. Then I could see my Big Mama all the time. I don't know what I'm going to do without her.

I Won A Steak! [11.1.09]

I don't know what a steak is but Shylee Sweet drooled all over me when Big Daddy said Friday that I won a steak. Next time he grills for him & Big Mama, he'll throw a steak on the grill for me, too!

It must be something really delicious. Shylee Sweet is almost as bad as Mojo with the drool factor. Steak is a precious thing she told me as I tried to get her slobber off my head. That's what I get for standing underneath her, I suppose. Gross!

Speaking of gross, that's what Big Daddy said right before he said I won a steak. I was having a blast playing in the living room floor with my new toy. It was real soft & furry & squishy. It wasn't heavy either so I was able to paw it around then do a full-on doggie-slam on it, then jump up & do it again.

Big Daddy was watching TV & I was trying to be a good boy & play quietly. I mean, I was having such a good time just the way it was, so I played & played & played tossing & squishing my new toy. Even though I wasn't making a lot of noise, I got Big Daddy's attention after a while. That's when he said, "Gross!" and then he said, "Wow! Elvis, you're such a good boy for catching that mouse! You won a steak!"

Sweeeeeet! Elvis, that's me, gets a steak for catching the mouse! I don't know what a mouse is or what a steak is, but Big Daddy was awful proud of me. So I'm proud of me, too. Plus I'm excited to get that steak sometime soon, so get that fire a' going', Big Daddy!

Oh, Crap... [10.27.09]

"Oh, crap" is an understatement here because I just pooped on the rug. It wasn't a rug that was in the backyard where we're supposed to poop; it was a rug in the living room where we hang out. "Oh, crap" is right. Big Daddy saw it after almost stepping in it. Then he came after me. I'm no dummy either. I know all I'm going to get is a good talking to, but I'm not sticking around for that either.

I took off for the mountains, baby. Well, it wasn't mountains & wasn't to my baby. It was to my mommy in her cool rockin' doghouse on the patio. It's big enough to have a party in her doghouse, so she won't mind me joining her.

And she didn't seem to mind me joining her as she napped on this cool Fall day, but she did seem to mind me plowing into her noodle-noggin' full steam a' blowin' though. After getting her wits about her, my mommy told me that the Bigs don't want us poopin' in their house. That's why they have a doggie door for us.

"I know, I know," I told Mommy, "but I had to go really bad & couldn't get outside in time. Next time I promise to plan ahead."

This is just one of the things I love about my mommy, Adelade. She gave me a kiss & told me my best is all they ask for. One day when I'm big & strong, I'm going to take as good of care of my mommy as she's taken care of me.

Up All Night...NOT! [10.21.09]

"Baby, baby, please let me hold you. I want to make you stay up all night. Sister, sister, he's just a baby. I want to make him stay up all night. Here we go!"

Big Mama loves to sing me that song. She says I'm her little baby & she loves to hold me all the time. I am super cuddly, so I can see why, but she goes overboard by serenading me every time she picks me up.

She doesn't keep me up all night though. She just sings me that song because Talking Heads is one of her favorite bands. She listens to a bunch of their songs while we hang out. I think they sound kind of funny, but so does their name. I guess it's just fitting that way.

I have been sleeping with Big Mama & Big Daddy every night this week. Not to toot my own horn, but I am really good at holding my potty all night long. If I sleep in the crate, I wake up in the middle of the night & get scared, even if I'm sleeping with Drizzle Izzle. But if I wake up in the middle of the night & I'm between Big Mama & Big Daddy, I know there's nothing to be afraid of & go right back to sleep.

I'm a really lucky little man to have Bigs who love me as much as they do. I love them a whole big bunch, too. Life is nice just the way it is.

My Brother Came to Play! [10.12.09]

Today was the best day ever! My brother Cletus came to visit & play with me. I didn't know that was his name, & he didn't know my name was Elvis, but we knew we were brothers! Last time he saw me I was just skin & bones & organs, says Big Mama, & not a bit of meat on me. But now I'm all good!

Tuesday when I saw Dr. Mike, he did a fecal. That wasn't fun because he stuck something up my bootie. No fun at all. But he said that my stay overnight & the good medicines they gave me did the trick. There wasn't a worm or parasite to be found in my poop. It wasn't fun, but I'm glad Big Daddy took me to the vet to make sure I'm okay.

Cletus is doing great, too. He's still a little bigger than I am, but not too much bigger to matter. I was still able to roll him around & chew on him, & he did the same to me. Big Mama & Cletus' big mama even had to break us up a few times because we're tough boys & that's the way we roll.

I hope he comes to play again soon. It was a blast having somebody my own size. Not that I don't love my mama Adelade, but she's not as spunky as my brother. I love my brother!

Back to Dr. Mike's [10.6.09]

Big Mama has been calling me her little Punkey lately. Big Daddy laughed a bunch. It seems a 'punkey' is a cross between a puppy & a monkey. I had to go see Dr. Mike this morning because of my new punkey status. My front paws started doing weird things this weekend that made me walk more on my paw-knuckles than on my paw-balls. Big Mama got worried & carried me all over the house instead of letting me walk. It's been kind of fun to be a punkey.

Big Daddy has called me his little monkey since they brought me home. Monkeys are funny & smart, so I guess it's fitting & sticks with the 'fun guy' theme. And I'm smart, too. So Punkey is a brand new nickname that I LOVE! I am a little punk rocker!

My new bed is a bit more Liberace than it is Johnny Rotten, but that's okay. The King deserves a bed of purple crushed velvet, and I am the King...the Punk Rock King, baby!

And Dr. Mike said this Punk Rock King is doing just fine. I'm just growing too fast right now so my paws look a little funny. I guess making up for all those lost meals has some side effects. Now I have to start eating like the big dogs, just 3 times a day. I know my Bigs won't let me starve or go hungry, thankfully, so this little Punkey is gonna have to be a Donkey...wait, a dog-monkey doesn't come out sounding near as cool as a puppy-monkey. My ears & teeth aren't quite big enough...

I'm A Fun Guy! [9.30.09]

Big Daddy last night told me over and over, "here comes my fungi!" Big Mama laughed everytime he said it. I guessed I was a fun guy, even an extra fun guy. Then Patti Cake explained. She told me that being a fungi and being a fun guy are 2 different things.

It seems my Yoda foot & Yoda tail, as Big Daddy calls them, have what's called ringworm. And it's not a worm at all! It's a fungus. Patti Cake said there's a joke about it that she doesn't get & I don't get it either, but the Bigs sure do get it.

I think I am a really fun guy. But now I know that I have fungus on me. Thanks, Big Daddy. I get it. Hardy-har-har. Jokes on me. Just wait until you go to sleep. I'm going to talk my snout off. You may think I'm sound asleep, but I will awake & then you will awake once I begin my soliloquy! I'm going to use all the words I know, like nobody's business, I tell ya.

Big Daddy will think twice the next time he wants to talk in a funny voice, call me Young Jedi, tell me I'm a fungi, & then bust into laughter.

Now if you'll excuse me, he just walked in the door. I'm going to bite his ankles as soon as he lets me out of the mansion...

The King Wants OUT!

Out now! Out now! Out, out, out!

I don't know how many times I shouted those very words at the top of my lungs, but Big Daddy left me in the bathroom. We had a lot of playing together, then he gave me a big bowl of yummy food with rice. And then he left me all by myself! I don't know what I did to get left alone.

I sat really quiet like at his feet & I followed him everywhere he went. Big Daddy stays really busy & he's a lot bigger than me, so I had to walk really fast to keep up with him. If he stayed in one place long enough, I would hop around and pounce on his big feet! That was fun for me and he laughed when I did it, so it must have been fun for him, too.

Now he's left me. I'm sitting here in my big bed yelling, "out now, mama! Out, out!" But he's not coming and neither is Big Mama. She's a real softie. I figure if Big Daddy won't answer me, I should yell for her, but it's not working. I guess I'll just take a nap in my King-size bed. All this activity has me tired again. And I do have a wonderful & safe & soft place to sleep now.

My Very Own Bowl

I can't believe it! It's happened! It's happened to me finally! Not one of my brothers! No, sirreeee! I was picked, I was picked, I was picked!

The lady who was lost yesterday came back for me today! My daddy let her & the man with her give my brothers shots to keep them from getting sick. I got a shot, too, but my daddy wanted me to go home with the lost lady & her man. He told them I was sick & he was worried about me & he didn't know what to do for me.

The man with the lost lady didn't look excited about taking me with them, or maybe he looked extra worried. I didn't really care. I was just hungry. I still am hungry, but I have food in my very own bowl & I have water in my very own bowl. That's 2 bowls for me! Elvis!

Yep, I have a name now, too. It's Elvis. I like it. The lost lady told me everyone calls her Big Mama & I can call her Big Mama, too. She said I needed a special name & there's no specialer name than that of the King. Elvis. She gave me a bed fit for a king, too, but I prefer sleeping on this pile of clothes. It smells like the lost lady, I mean Big Mama, & her man, Big Daddy. I'm so glad they picked me because I'd rather be here, or wherever they are, than anywhere else in the world. So now I'm going to take a nap with sweet scents of my new family.