The Me Me Game

THE RULES
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information. My family is going to play by altered rules and we are not going to tag other kitties. Mom was on vacation for a week and came home to a mail box full of 'tags'

MY SEVEN FACTS
1. I am a singing Crested and will sing (howl) along with my mom.
2. I don't really care that much for other dogs - I'm a little aggressive.
3. I LOVE the beach!!
4. My favorite toys are my Monkey Baby and my Squirrelly Baby.
5. I was once so sick, I had blood leaking out of my bum.
6. I recently had a bad case of tape worms.
7. I really like to wear my clothes.

Kitties I tagged:

I'm not tagging any other kitties.

An Interesting Couple of Days

Monday and Tuesday were an interesting couple of days. Monday started out kind of scary. We got out of bed and came down stairs to go potty, just like every other day. But when mom opened the door, the bad sound started. It was LOUD and scary and I'd never heard it before. I looked around and wide, wild eyed cats were flying in every direction, but I didn't know what to do! Then mom turned around and started moving fast, and I decided I should run, too. So I did. Right in front of her. I didn't mean to make her fall, but I did. Mom went down flat on the floor and one of her slippers when flying off her foot and landed by the door. She scrambled to pick herself up off the floor and continue running to the control panel, with one slipper off. She finally made the bad noise stop, but I had run upstairs to hide under the chair. I heard her down there laughing. Was it one of those nervous laughs, like when something bad is happening? I wasn't sure, so I didn't come out of hiding when she called me. She came upstairs and lifted up the skirt on the chair and told me it was OK, come on out, but nothing' doin', I was safe under the chair! Mom turned the chair over to pick me up and I tried to crawl further under the skirt, but she got me anyway. I was really nervous to go back down stairs, but when we got there, everything seemed OK and even the cats didn't seem scared anymore. So we went on with our morning, as usual, and it remained uneventful.

Mom told me that Mimi wasn't going to come get me because her car is in the shop. I was sad that I wouldn't get to see my best friend and cousin, Geoff, but that's just how it is sometimes. At least I had the cats. So I waited and waited and waited for my mom to get home from work. When she did, guess who she had with her?? My very best Geoff! You should have seen the look on my face, that was the last person I expected to see, but I was so excited. Mom said it was because my Mimi had fallen and hurt herself and Aunt Tammy took her to the hospital. OHMYGOSH!!! My Mimi hurt herself! I was so worried about her and Geoff was too! As it turns out, my Mimi wasn't hurt too badly. She cut and bruised her head, got herself a real nice shiner (see the picture on my page) and sprained her wrist. But Geoff ate dinner at my house, which he never does.

Then, after a while, we had a whole house full of company!!! Aunt Ami came over with her husband and little baby and her friend, Tasha. I was really excited to see Aunt Ami and Uncle Jimi and even this new lady. And THEN I saw HIM. A dog! Aunt Ami had a dog, I couldn't believe it. How could she do that to me? Geoff liked him and went right up to meet him, I growled and never made friends with him, but he was only there for about 1/2 hour. If we had more time, we probably would have been friends. But Uncle Jimi left with the dog and I was better. We had a really good time all night. Geoff was good and didn't pee in the house and we both got lots of holding and petting and treats. Even that P.J. dog got some of my treats :o( After Aunt Ami put the baby to bed, I found his binky and tried to suck on that. She thought it was so cute that she decided to feed me the rest of Aiden's bottle that he didn't drink. OHMYGOSH, baby formula is GOOD!! Then I pretended to be Aunt Ami's other baby...it was a fun night (see the picture on my page).

That night when it was bed time, I was a little confused! Tasha went home and my mom started making a bed on the couch, that I thought was for Aunt Ami, but it wasn't! Aunt Ami and baby Aiden slept in my bed and guess what?? I slept with them...I was so excited. I never slept at night with Aunt Ami. She even brought my favorite pink blanket with her, so I scuffed that up and slept on it.

The next morning was SO MUCH fun! I got up on the bed with baby Aiden and we played together. Babies are so cool! He didn't mind that I licked him and licked him, he never once told me to stop or that I was driving him crazy. One thing he didn't like, though. When he laughed real big I would try to lick inside of his mouth. Hey, it tasted like milk in there and I like milk! So mom made me stop doing that so he wouldn't cry. I lay beside him and cuddled up to him and leaned over and gave him kisses. He would laugh real loud and try to grab my tail. We had the best time, we really did. It was like we were brothers from different mothers. I asked my mom if she would get me a baby and she just laughed. I didn't mean it as a joke, I really want one!!

But then I was sad because it was time for Aunt Ami to leave. She and baby Aiden had to get on an airplane and go to Oklahoma. Oklahoma is a long way away and it's going to be a long time before we see Aunt Ami and Aiden again. I miss you Aunt Ami, but I hope that you get your life all fixed up so you can be happy again. I like it best when you laugh and smile :o)

Happy and sad, sweet and bitter, high and low. I guess Pony is learning what life is all about. It's not all chewies and toys and treats. Sometimes there are ouchies in there, too. Sometimes it's an ouchie on the head, like my Mimi, and sometimes it's an ouchie in your heart, like my Aunt Ami. But it's going to be OK, I just know it is. There isn't much that the love of a dog can't make better!

*SIGH* A Bad Day!!

Pony's not having a very good day today!! It started this morning before mom even turned on the light in the bedroom. I was on the bed sleeping when mom's alarm went off. The cats started getting up on the bed to be petted, like they always do. I growl when they get too close, just like I always do. My mom tells me "No growl at the kitties, no growl!!" Sometimes I stop. Well today, that stinkin' Busbee walked into my space one time too many. I don't like that cat, I just don't like him! I don't know if it's because of his stripes or because he hissed at me when I first came to my house or what, but I don't like him. Plus, I think he messes with me by trying to get all close to me in the mornings when I'm still waking up and crabby, like this morning. I swear he's saying "Ha ha, Pony, I'm putting my paw on you. You gonna growl at me? I'm going to lie down right next to you...heeheehee...you gonna growl? I'm going to walk across you to get to mom, whatchoo gonna do about it?" Well, this morning I SHOWED him what I was going to do about it...I snarled at him and tried to bite him, I might have even bit him a little bit, but I didn't make him bleed.

Well, his stinkin' stripy arse went FLYING off the bed, as well he should have. But Jack was up there too and it scared him. He jumped the other way, toward mom's table and knocked over her glass of water and another glass, and knocked her alarm clock on the floor and the front part came off. Oh, I knew I was in trouble. Mom yelled "No growl! You NO GROWL at the kitties! You NO BITE the kitties!" and she popped me on my butt. Not hard, but I was embarrassed and I felt bad that I made her mad. After a few minutes of letting me think about what I did, she petted me and talked nice to me and told me that I can't do that to the kitties, I have to be nice or I could hurt them. She said I was lucky they didn't hurt me with their claws.

So, if that wasn't bad enough, the day doesn't get that much better. I know I'm not supposed to eat the kitties’ food, I KNOW I'm not. Well, when mom was getting ready to leave for work I went into the dining room and I just lost my head and went right up to the cats' dishes and was going to help myself. Mom saw me and she said "No sir Pony, you NO eat the kitties' food! Get in here and get up on the couch! Come on, right now! You leave the kitties' bowls alone" and so I did. That wasn't so bad.

This afternoon my Mimi came to get me to take me to her house to play with my cousin, Geoff. When my mom was on the phone with Mimi, she asked her if I was being good. Mimi said yes, but then, out of the blue, Geoff walked by and I KNOW he was eyeballing my chewy...he was going to take it, I just know he was. So I growled at him. My Mimi told me to NO GROWL at Geoff, but I wouldn't stop. She was going to put me on the floor and I growled at her too. She took my chewy AND she put me on the floor.

Pony can't catch a break today!! I'm not a bad dog, I'm really not. I don't know what's wrong with me today, I'm just growly, grumpy and bitey! I hope tomorrow is better.

Pony Visits Santa Paws

WOW!!!! I got to meet the great and awesome Santa Paws this weekend. I have to admit that I was a little bit nervous. After all, I keep hearing that he knows when I've been sleeping, he knows when I'm awake, he knows if I've been bad or good and all that. No telling if he has some sort of hidden cameras installed in our house or what. Maybe even listening devices. I was afraid that he was going to speak sternly to me about growling at the cats when mom isn't there to correct me and tell me that I won't be getting any Christmas presents!

It didn't go that way at all, I'm very pleased to report!! He asked me if I'd been a good little doggy this year and I told him that mostly I had been good - I had some bad days but not too many. I figured why lie, he already knows, right?? He's been surveilling me all year, after all.

Anyway, he asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year and I told him I'd like a new blanket and a little baby pillow of my own, some new squeaky toys since I've broken the squeaker in most of mine, some Dingo bones, some Greenies, some edible Nyla bones (the others are just boring to me) and a box of chocolates. He said NO chocolates, it's bad for dogs. I feel like it's a conspiracy of some sort. My mom, Mimi and Aunt Tammy always say chocolate is bad for dogs. But they also tell us that we can't have what they are eating because it has onions and chocolate in it. I'm no dumb puppy, I know humans don't eat chocolate and onions together, I know they are just lying because they are stingy and don't want to share their food. But you know, I'll bet Santa Paws sees that too, so I'll be interested in what sort of Christmas the stingy liars are going to have.

Oh, I should watch what I say, Santa probably looks at my Dogster page too!! Anyway, I'm really looking forward to Christmas this year, I think it's going to be lots and lots of fun!!

Happy holidays to you all :o)

Pony's Bad, Bad Sick Day

Oh my gosh, I was SOOO sick yesterday! I don't know what was wrong with me but I felt so bad, and I was home all by myself so it was even worse. I was scared!!! Usually my Mimi comes to get me and takes me to her house to play with my cousin, Geoff, but yesterday she worked late into the afternoon and then she felt sick when she got home, so she didn't come get me. When my mom came home, she couldn't understand why the house smelled bad since she'd taken the garbage out the night before. Then she found where I threw up on the rug in the living room. She cleaned that up and was going upstairs for the Simple Solution to spray on the spot, and that's when she found where I'd thrown up on the landing....and in the hall....and in her bedroom (she didn't find where I threw up on her sweat pants until this morning...hahaha). When she went in her bedroom to see if I threw up more in there, that's when she discovered that I'd also had diarrhea :o( I thought I was going to be in BIG trouble. I haven't pottied in the house in a LONG, long time but I couldn't help it!! I guess mommy knew that because she just shook her head and said "Ohhh, my poor, poor little boo! Mommy's sorry you felt so bad and were home all by yourself with no one to take care of you!" and then she said “Thank goodness I have a carpet cleaner!” By then I felt better and was ready for my dinner…man was I ever hungry. It sure did feel good to feel good, know what I mean?? I heard mom talking about putting the gate back up and keeping me in the kitchen today, but I’m glad she decided against that. But I know my mommy and I know that she’s a little nervous to open the front door this evening! Especially since Mimi was sick again today and couldn’t come and get me. She’s got her fingers crossed that all is OK when she gets there!!

Pony's Bitey Weekend

My mom and Aunt Tammy and Mimi were having a yard sale this weekend and stayed VERY busy. Me and Geoff had to stay in the house most of the time and Geoff barked his head off. I barked too, but not as much! Yesterday, since it wasn't that busy, my mom let me lay in a chair in the driveway so I could be close to her. Well, all of the sudden one of the big dogs from across the street came running into my Mimi's driveway. Man, I was out of that chair, growling and snarling at that dog before mom could run up the drive way and get to me! When the dog jumped over me, I tried to bite his leg. I think I might have got him a little bit, too. I didn't taste any blood, so I can't be sure. I do NOT like big dogs!

Then we went for a play date last night with a bunch of other Chinese Cresteds and everything was going great until that lady, Pam, brought her big dog over. I had to try to bite her, too. Mom was trying to work with me and make me settle down and see that Phoebe is a nice dog and I accidentally bit her finger when I was going after Phoebe. I didn't break the skin or anything, but mom wasn't real thrilled as I'm sure you can guess! It was a pretty aggressive day, over all, and then I got in BAD trouble for snarling at Lucy last night. I was tired and I was playing with my monkey baby while mom was on the computer and when Lucy walked by me after she got out of her potty box, I SWEAR she looked at my toy like she was going to take it. Mom yelled at me made me apologize to Lucy and let her hold all of my best toys and made me watch. It was so humiliating!

I have to start my Bark Buster training over again next Sunday :o( My mom hopes that since she's not volunteering with the cat rescue anymore, that she'll have time to spend on my training every day and we can get over my aggression issues.

Last night at the play date, someone pee'd on me in my new Superman costume!! My mom was grossed out, but you know, that's kinda what happens when you get so many boy dogs together and we all want to pee on top of everyone else's pee! So mom's gotta wash my costume before I can wear it tonight.

Happy Howl-o-ween!!!

Pony's New Clothes

I've got all my new winter clothes and man am I stylin' or what?!?! Mom took a picture of my lying on most of them. I have more that either wouldn't fit in the picture or are waiting to be washed. Mom says I have WAY more new clothes than she does. I don't know if that's good or bad. I mean I LOVE my clothes, but Mom works really hard and she spends a lot of money on me and the cats (mostly me). I think she should do more stuff for herself, but she says that it's her job to sacrifice for her babies. Whatever!!

Mom buys most of my clothes from a lady in Arkansas that makes them specially for me. Her name is Rena and her website is www.barkindogclothes.com. Mom let me pick the fabric for all of my new clothes and I think I made some really cool choices! Don't you agree? I tend toward the animal prints because I am such a wild man!!! You know what I mean, the ladies LOVE me and shizzle ;o)~ I keep thinking how SEXY I am, but all I hear is how CUTE I am. Man, a dog like me don't wanna be cute, he wants to be sexy...don't these people get it?!?!?!?

Anyhoo, I grew so much from last winter that I had to give my other cool clothes to my cousin, Geoffrey Bodine. But I think I'm to my full size now...at least my mom says that she hopes I am! She says I'm like a real, human infant, only better. She really loves to dress me in all kinds of clothes and I even let her hold me like a baby. Hey, whatever I need to do to feel the love!