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For the Love of a Hairy Shrimp

No longer the Hairy Shrimp...

I have a new name, courtesy of my Auntie Val (Pinky's Mom, they live in Houston) - she says that I am too big to be a Hairy Shrimp, I should be called the Hairy Mudbug. According to Mom, Hairy Mudbug is very appropriate for me, as I love to play in the mud. Oh, let's be honest - I ADORE playing in the mud! I would WALLOW in the mud if Mom and Dad would let me! Mud! I love MUD! I've been getting a lot of baths lately, which is okay really, because I like baths too. I love that really clean feeling, because then I can go outside and roll roll roll in the grass (causing Mom great consternation). It's starting to get really hot here, so Mom & Dad brought me a pool to play in during the day, and I like to drink out of it more than play in it, I think. When they brought it home I wasn't really sure about it, but I did get in it a couple of times. They let me out to run in the yard, and so I took the opportunity to roll in the wonderful, soft dirt that's by Dad's house. Ooo, that felt good! But Mom and Dad put me in my pool and splashed water on me to clean me off so now my pool is all dirty. Hmph. Plus, Dad says that raccoon that likes my food has been swimming in there too! The nerve! That's MY pool!

I'm growing up! Well, maybe just out...

Mom says that I'm a big boy now, because I can sleep on her bed and behave myself. I love Mom's bed, it's big and comfy and I can lay right in the middle of it with my rope to chew on! Mom says that I have to share though, and shoves me over a little bit so she can lay down, which is fine with me because then I can lean on her, mmmm...so comfy! Dad says that Mom has ruined me because I have her wrapped around my little paw and she lets me on the bed; Dad won't let me on his bed, not even on a blanket! I don't even bite Mom's blankets anymore, and I don't ALWAYS bite her toes when she wiggles them at me! I would looove to sleep with Dad, his bed looks super comfy too but he won't let me. But now I can sleep with my crate door open and that's nice. I weigh 23 pounds now, and Mom and Dad don't think I'm going to get any taller, just maybe start growing OUT, whatever that means. Dad taught me how to shake, which I showed to my newest friend Veronica this weekend; Veronica (Pinky) is Mom's niece who's 2 and we are great friends! I like to lick her hands, which makes her laugh, and I even got to kiss her face after I had a snack of dirt clods; Pinky didn't like that because then Mom had to wash her face. We all went for a walk - me, Mom, Pinky and Uncle Robert (who I also love because he likes to play rough too, just like Dad!) and man, Pinky sure knows how to drag out a walk. But we went to the playground and I went down the slide all by myself! Mom was happy about that, so we did it again. I don't see what the big deal is, but now Mom is talking about this "agility" stuff - whatever! I just hope it's fun!

Working Out with Mom!

Mom and I did a really fun thing Monday night - Mom decided to do a "workout tape" and I thought it would be great fun to help her out. Mom looked like she needed some extra weight on her feet when she was jumping around, so I grabbed her feet as much as I could and hung on. Whee! It was fun, but Mom got so mad! I didn't MEAN to bite her! Sheesh! Then she got out this funny stick and mat; I just had to get my teef on that stick and I was so glad when I did - it was padded and tasted good. Then I realized that Mom was laying on the mat and looked like she needed a wash 'cause she was all sweaty; I was just trying to help her out, but I guess she didn't appreciate it very much. I can't wait to work out again with Mom, but I don't think she'll let me!