i am a growing boy so feed me feed me feed me

who says you can't grow anymore when you get to be 5? I'll show you guys. I am going to grow bigger than Boris. If you can keep him away from my food. Why don't you guys keep him away from my food?
What the heck am i talking about you ask? three weeks ago i got my flu shot and I was 52 pounds, and yesterday i got my flu shot booster and weighed 56 pounds. Uh huh...
Mom is a little bit worried about this, but i just keep telling her get Boris away from my food!

Happy Holidaze to everydoggy

My name is Ottobotto and I want to say here's a great big kiss for everydoggy in the whole wide world (ummm Schiller said that first and then Batehoven) Side umshlungen millionen this big kuss der toutes les chiens

teeth and ears---we like 'em revolting, just leave em that- way

We went to the vet to get our shots and the vet told mom we should get our teeth cleaned and our ears plucked. Mom thinks so too but thinks $1100 is too much to pay right now so instead she cleans our teeth every day---sometimes with toothpaste but most times with water---and she also pulls hairs out of our ears when we aren't expecting it. We're startin to get used to it. we still hate it though

We didn't have heartworm. We like to get our heartworm medicine. We stand real nice and still. We remember three years ago when we used to get a reward (a chewy goodie) for getting our heartworm medicine

But I AM the boss of bedtime

WHen they stay up it isn't good for anyone. They get weak. They stumble around the house in the night. They can't give good walks in the morning. They spend too much time reading the paper and having coffee so it is up to me n my bro to make sure they go to bed and get enough sleep.
So when mom says "you're not the boss of bedtime" when i am standing in the doorway looking at them watching some dumb TV show or maybe playing sollytare click click clicking their computers then i just want to bark at them "Yes I AM the boss of bedtime!"

this cannot be Texas cuz in Texas it gets above freezing in- the daytime

Mom did a mystery thing on Tuesday---we went with her while she went to all the faucets around the house on the outside and turned 'em on. She made them drip just a little bit just like I like so i can drink a little water. I don't know why she did this cuz we came back inside, maybe it was for stray dogs to get some water. Anyway now we check them every day to see if they are dripping and they AREN"T, but two of them have big ice waterfalls hanging out of them. And mom tries to turn the handles but instead she groans and says something mad.

Yesterday she let us have our beds out in the sunroom and that was FABFANTAXTIC cuz the stony floor was COLD (she must not know I jump into the chair!)

Now today we have she calls it snow all over and it is also a mystery thing.

There must have been an evil witch who came and made the ice waterfalls and the snow and i think its evil cuz you know what else all the new plants are dead dead dead dead and what will we pee on when it warms up if all the plants are dead

i try to keep track of everything but it can be tricky

I told you yesterday about my big problem, BORIS IN THE WAY. It is major. It is an issue. It is a trial. It is a BANE. It colors my entire life. You don't know! I can't eat if I am next to Boris wondering when he'll be done with his bowl and move in to mine!!! I'd rather just wait until later. That's why they feed Bobo first, and me later. I just wait until Boris is done, give it about 20 minutes, then go back to the bowls and start licking pathetically. Pitifully. Usually someone feeds me then. Ok that is what happened this morning. Dad is sick so he was sleeping and Mom had to do all the morning stuff which they usually share. So. Mom fed Boris, and he gobbled it all down. 20 minutes later I went to the bowls to ask for my breakfast, while Mom was at the table reading the paper and having HER breakfast, and she did get up and feed me. But then she had to keep Bobo away. Usually Dad is walking Bobo by this time. So mom has one hand feeding her face and the other one on the newspaper and Boris starts to sneak toward my food. So she called Bobo back and made him sit and stay by her. she had to pet him a little. I had to turn around and watch and see if he was getting too much petting. So pretty soon she stops cuz she is trying to read the paper, and I go back to eating, and Bobo goes back to trying to sneak over to me. So she calls him back, he comes and sits, but she has to pet him to get him to stay, so I have to stop and check how much love he is getting. But then I go back to eating, she goes back to the paper, and before ya know it Bobo is sneaking up to me to look at my food. Mom got up and dragged Boris away, made him sit and stay, and had to pet him....you get the rest. I had to keep looking over to see how much of my love he was getting but i couldn't leave or i'd be seeing how much of my food he was getting.

IT IS AN ISSUE

i wonder what life would be like if mom and dad had bought- one of my smaller brothers

my life is great, really truly great---i mean sure i ask for more who doesn't you don't get it if you don't ask. here i am living in a kinda little house with only two people and then my huge big brother Boris. I get enough petting, that is, if mom can reach around Boris to pet me, and I get enough food, if I can squeeze in to the bowl when Boris is there, I get enough water as long as i keep reminding them to fill the bowl, and i get 2 walks a day one without Boris and one with and I get mom to play toys with me and in general Bobo doesn't care so much about toys so he doesn't get too much in the way, but there is this theme in my life, and it is BORIS IS IN THE WAY. He is big. He just pushes his way around and always gets in the way. It sometimes makes mom give up and then i don't get petted. it sometimes keeps me from getting a goodie. i just wonder what life would be like if one of our smaller brothers had come home with me instead of Bobo. maybe i'd be the king of the house instead of Boris i mean the other brother.

at jim's house they burn stinky little sticks of paper with- leaves inside

Mom and Dad went on another big vacation---they go on these swimming vacations to places where even though we are swimmer dogs, dogs don't get to go along---what's up with that? and again we went to stay at Jim's house. This time cuz it was a long time and we were pretty dirty when we went there we soaked up the smoky smell of the stinky little sticks of paper with leaves inside and mom was afraid we maybe get cancer when we stay with Jim. second hand cancer. well anyway we got baths and haircuts so we don't smell like smoke anymore but now mom is thinking about getting Crystal to house/dog-sit us when she and dad go on swimming vacations.

We didn't even notice the smoky smell even though we have super duper noses. mostly we just like whoever we are staying with. We'll like Crystal just fine.

light beams in the kitchen, in the yard, in the sunroom, but- no funding for my research

I try to do my light experiments but as soon as i get somewhere (scratching the floor or the dirt in the yard to find the energy source) that's when mom puts me on my leash or puts me in the garage. I guess I have to write a grant proposal to convince her that my experiments are worthwhile. It's terrible when stupid people prevent you from doing your experiments.

OK Boris here is what Crismas it about

If you read Boris' blog then you know he is confused about Crismas. Poor dodo Bobo! I got it all figured out! First of all he thinks it's about him so he calls it Brismas. Thats the first thing. Well I don't have ears full of hair so i know it is called Crismas. I figured this next stuff out from the internets. Santa Claus Obama got us some tax cats, even tax cats for the wealthy. I hope we get some tax cats because we don't ever get to meet the cats that live on the street. Next I learned that we are going to "START" getting rid of weapons---the weapons we have around here are water squirt bottles for when we are naughty and i hope mom has to get rid of them. I want to get water balloons that we can play with with the tax cats. Also Crismas is all about presents, and about presents you are supposed to "Don't Ask Don't Tell" because they are surprises in the little packages under the tree. Then I learned on the internets that Mrs Pelosi fixed the "Don't Ask Don't Tell" thing so that we are supposed to ask and to tell. But nobody here is asking or telling cuz they want to be surprised on Crismas. I guess Mrs Pelosi doesn't like surprises.