Thanks pups!

Thanks for all the barkday gifts! I haven't opened them all cause I am worn out from the weekend.. got lots to tell you about after I sleep for a like 20 hours or so, BOL.

I'm gonna be celebrating all week though!

*blush*

Me and Lacey and mom were out walking, and some peoples were getting out of a truck, and I stopped cause I always do that when people get out of autos cause they might want to say hi to me, and a pretty lady got out, and I barked at her, and she said "Hi handsome" and I barked some more. A pretty lady said I was a handsome boy! Woof! Yah, mom tells me that all the time, but you know, it's mom, it doesn't count, BOL.

That's right mister

I barked at a neighbor today and he called me "killer." I don't know why mom laughed!

Morning car ride

Have I mentioned that I love car rides?!? I love going places and barking at new people. Well this morning mom took me for a car ride without Lacey! Ok, so we ended up at the v-e-t-s, which even though it has a bad rep, is always a good sniffing time, and I got to bark at another schnauzer and his owner in the lobby. But then, the nice v-e-t- office ladies told mom that my grooming appointment is actually scheduled for *next* Friday, not today Friday, so we left with nothing done to me at all. That’s the best kind of trip to the v-e-t-s! I get to bark and sniff and then go right home! What a way to start the day, with a pawsonal car ride first thing in the morning and no v-e-t!

Call me lumpy, but not fatty!

I’m not fat, I’m muscular, BOL! Ok, ok, I have a few fatty lumps on my belly. Mom pokes at em sometimes when she's giving me belly rubbies, and she says how much she hates em and what they mean about me getting older and stuff. I dunno, I just like belly rubs and being scratched all over. Woof! The other night mom was poking and prodding at this bigger lump on my chest area, which only bothered me cause she wasn't rubbing my belly, but I guess the lump bothered her enough cause she said she's gonna take me to the v-e-t today to have them check the new lump out. I'm sure it will miraculously go away before then, BOL! I had a big fatty lump on my back hip, and it bothered mom more than it bothered me, and the v-e-t-s removed it when I had to "go under" for my doggy day care injury a gazillion years ago. I hope I don't have to do that again, I had to wear a cone of shame for days and it was not cool. Hopefully it’ll be a quick v-e-t visit and then mom will take me to the Chick Fil A drive through, nom nom nom!

I hurt my paw

We were out for a walk and suddenly I stopped and put my front paw up. Mom checked me out and saw a flying thingy stuck in the fur near my back leg, she got it free and it flew away. We walked home. When we got home, I was holding my paw up cause it hurt. Mom didn't panic and rush me to the vet, OMD! BOL! She consulted her pet first aid book and checked my pulse and pushed in my gums and said I was ok. But then she picked me up and looked at my paw in the light and touched at it and I grrred and showed her my teeth and she let me go. She keeps checking my paw, and I keep holding it up for her. I don't want to go to the vet, but mom keeps making those faces....

Me, spoiled rotten? and other barkings

I gotta tell you pups, mom called me spoiled this morning, all because I wouldn't eat my boring breakfast kibble without my sprinkle topping (the can says it's nupro joint supplement, whatever that means). She put my food bowl down, and I sat and looked up at her and told her with my cute puppy eyes that I wasn't eating that boring stuff without my desert topping. I sat there while she laughed, sheesh! And of course then she sprinkled my topping on. That's not spoiled, that's just eating what I like! Sheesh! Mom also called me rotten, which she got from Greta Grace and Roudy's mom on the book of faces.. My mom barked, er, posted about the other day when I was sitting by my food bowl filled with boring old kibble, protesting my dinner cause there was no sprinkle desert topping, and their mom called me rotten, like I'm a food or something, silly human!

I barked and barked at a neighborhood girl kid on my walk this afternoon and she told me "I'm not scared of you." Sheesh!

The squirrelz are everywhere and, to quote lots of my terrier furiends, they're driving me CRAZEEE!!!! I'd catch some too if one, mom would let me off leash or two, she'd run faster.

Gotta go, this spoiled boy and his spoiled sister are barking for another walk!

Beware...

Beware the Ides of March! Anypup named Caesar who wants a rosette? BOL!

Mom’s going to my play

Mom’s going to see my play tomorrow night. See, my fancy AKC name is Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors - mom thought it'd be an appropriate registered name for me even though I was only a puppy when she named me, sheesh, thanks for the early label mom! BOL! Ok, ok, I am a big goofball funny boy, which mom tells me every day, but I’m not a comedy of *errors*, sheesh. One of her furiends on the book of faces gave her the crazy idea to make a video montage of my silliness and name it Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors. I’m sure it’ll be better than some actual play written by my namesake cause, well, it’ll star ME! Momma’s silly goofball makes-her-laugh-every-day boy!

To bark or not to bark, there is no question! Bark!

Call the SPCA!

We told mom we had to go outside, but it's raining, so she decided to put my jacket on sheesh! so I sat down in defiance, and she put it on anyways, and she said, and I quote "but Shakey, torturing you is half the fun!" What the woof?!?! Not cool mom! Oh, and she also went shopping and didn't get anything for me or Lacey. She better make something good for dinner!