There's an alien in my house.

There's an alien in my house. Mommy calls it "munchkin." Daddy calls it "sweet pea." I call it weird.

In February, Mommy and Daddy went to the hospital. I thought they were going to bring home my sister. Whatever this thing is, it isn't what I expected.

The alien smelled really weird to me. I always thought that, since Mommy kept promising me a sister, she would smell like me. Not so. She smells sort of like Mommy. I smell much better.

The alien is really noisy sometimes. It's also very hungry. It demands food every three hours, sometimes sooner. Mommy says, "Don't worry, Boogs, it will get easier." I say, "Mommy, you're nuts."

Anyway, all things considered, I guess it is pretty cute. It smiles a lot and makes funny sounds, but I keep my distance. I'm never sure when its tentacles are going to pull my ears or tail. Mommy says that in a few more months it will be dropping lots of nummies on the floor for me. I'm holding out for the good stuff.

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a close encounter with a third kind).

It's a....

GIRL!

I'm getting a sister in February. Her name is Angela Danielle.

Mommy was really sick for a long time, but now that she's feeling better she says I can go on the computer m0re often and update everyone about the new arrival.

We are all excited!

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a little miracle!)

What's wrong with my Mommy?

I think something's wrong with my Mommy.

She smells funny. She's acting funny. She's looking funny, too. And even she says she's feeling funny.

Mommy says I'm going to have a fur-less brother or sister.

I say, cool! Bring it on! When does it get here?

Mommy says not till February. That's a long time. Why do I have to wait that long?

Mommy says it's all part of nature.

Nature is pretty awesome, huh?

Puppy kisses to all (and to all some high hopes and dreams!)

So unfair.

So I spend a few days with Gramma and Grampa, like I do every week, and when I come home, what happens? Grampa and my Daddy work in the garage ALL DAY LONG. Sure, pay no mind to the poor little beagle whom you haven't seen for three days, DADDY. Humph. Mommy took me upstairs for some BEAGLE CRAZY TIME, but I wanted no part. All I wanted was to walk around howling and baying because Daddy is outside and I'm not. In fact, they're STILL out there. So what if the garage door opener and security light stopped working simultaneously! I'm the beagle! That should be all that matters!

So, anyway, I found my Wormy. But who cares. I'm not gonna play with it till Daddy comes back in. I'm officially on strike! (My appologies to Wormy.)

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a little boycotting of pleasant behavior!!)

Dude, where's my Wormy?

I can't find my Wormy. This is a disaster of catastrophic proportions. If I don't have my Wormy, how can I have CRAZY BEAGLE time?! I've looked under the couch, at the bottom of my toy basket, in the yard, upstairs in the office, under Mommy and Daddy's bed...no Wormy. Wormy is bright green...you would think it would be harder than this to lose him. I've sent Daddy back to the store to pick up his replacement. In the meantime, I'm sitting by the window, twiddling my unopposable thumbs, waiting patiently. Oh, Wormy! What a disservice I've done you in being careless! This situation calls for shredding a squeeky....

Puppy kisses for all (and to all some [insert your breed here] CRAZY-TIME toys!)

Yappy Thanksgiving!

Sorry it's been so long since I've barked anything here! Times are busy right now at my house...my Mommy got a new job and we've all been preparing for her big transition on Monday. Mommy says we have lots to be thankful for this year, so I think I'll make you a list of all the things I'M thankful for....

1. Treats
2. Treats
3. Treats
4. My YARD!
5. Squirrels!!
6. Warm blankies
7. Being spoiled (most of the time)
8. Did I mention treats yet?
9. The kitty who has been leaving me lots of nice sniffs outside
10. I wouldn't be very thankful if I didn't include my mommy and daddy, grammas and grampas, and all my cool pals here on Dogster! BAAA-ROOOO!

Puppy kisses for all (and to all some extra treats today!)

Mmmmmm. Steak and Cake.

Hi pals. Today is a special day at my house. It's my Mommy and Daddy's first wedding anniversary! I'm planning to use this day to my advantage. I hear there will be a STEAK dinner this evening, and afterwards CAKE! I'm drooling already! Mommy says she feels like she and Daddy have been married forever. I say whatevs, Mommy, if you felt that way there shoulda been more nummy-ous celebrations along the way. BWAHAHA!

Lots of NUMMIES to all (and throw in some true love, too, just to keep the celebrations coming!!! *snicker*)

That's enough already!

Mommy, put that camera down! I know I'm devastatingly cute and all, but do you really have to keep snapping away at every little move I make? Sheesh.

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a model debut)!

BOO on vet visits!!

Hi doggies! Long time no bar-OOOOOOO! Anyways, yesterday I had to go to the vet. I was due for my yearly booster shots (eeeeek!), and lately I've been having these weird itchies. I've got spots on my belly that I like to itch a lot, so they were kind of red and irritated. The vet thinks I have an allergy. I have my suspicions as to what I'm allergic to. Here's a theoretical list, in no particular order of importance:

Not getting enough doggie treats
Being seriously under my allowance of people food
Getting too many baths (excuse me, twice a month is just too often!)
Getting my teeth brushed
Being groomed (booooooo!)
Not being allowed to roll in stinky stuff
Not being allowed to eat stinky stuff
Not enough peanut butter in my diet
Getting that STICKY STUFF down my back

and last, but not least...
SWIMMING!

And the vet thinks I'm allergic to pollen. What a stinker she is. If she only knew the complete history of the terrible things I've been exposed to, she may have prescribed me less baths and more food instead of those silly allergy pills. BWAHAHAHAA!

Puppy kisses for all (and to all some laughter - it's the best medicine!)

The Horrors of the BIGGEST BATH TUB EVER.

Hi pooches! Sorry it's been so long since I've barked and all, but now that I have my own house there's lots to be done! Bark at the neighbors, bark at birds, bark at squirrles, bark at twigs in the yard....you know, the usual.

So anyway, I had a new experience last week. Gramma and Grampa S. got something called a "swimming pool." At first I thought, "HOOO YAH! A swimming pool! ALLRIGHT! Wait a minute, what's swimming?..."

Frankly, doggies, it's a question I wish I'd never asked. It turns out that swimming is a LOT like getting a BATH, except....DUN DUN DUNNNNN (scary music)......it's like getting a bath in the BIGGEST bathtub you've ever seen! OOOOH the HORROR!! I couldn't swim fast enough...all I wanted was to get OUT of the pool. But Mommy and Daddy just stood there and laughed the whole time. I SWEAR those two have a conspiracy to torture me! When they finally realized I couldn't take any more of that Boogle abuse, they let me out and I made a beeline to roll in some smelly stuff. (Hey, payback stinks! Literally!) However, that actually got me nowhere, as I received a second round of torture when I got home: a REAL bath! Boo on baths, and all bath-like activities!!

Well, I hope all you Dogsters are having a great summer! It's time for me to go veg in front of the AC vent!

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a good shake-off and a beach towel)!