Thanksgiving Vacation

My Mom and Dad just took Holly and me on a really long trip. It wasn't so bad being in the car though, because Mommy always gets us both a brand new bacon bone. (See what you get if you whine a little?)
Anyway, we went all over the place! I got to see a furry white girl named Dunie. She didn't look like my sister and me--she made this strange "meow" type of sound. I didn't say anything to her, because I don't know how to make that sound. But she was nice anyway.
Here's the exciting part: cold, white stuff! It was great. All of the sudden, Dad took us outside, and this white stuff was coming out of the air. I think Mommy called it "slow" or "no" or something. It wasn't anything I've ever heard before. But it just kept falling and falling and falling. Finally when there was so much that I couldn't walk through it anymore, I started eating it. This is the most excitement I've had since Mommy yelled at Daddy for something Holly did!

A November Visitor

This weekend, my Auntie Mindy from Michigan visited. When she first got here, I barked loud and clear, like a good boy should. But then Mom and Dad yelled at me. So I calmed down, and just sniffed Auntie's shoes. They smelled peculiar. . . and there were little white hairs on them. . . I got it!! It's those strange animals that hiss and meow. Boy, she must have gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd. Anyway, it sure was fun having someone else to tell me how cute I am, and to play catch with my tennis ball sock. I can't wait until she comes back.

A Perfect Fall Day

Mom and Dad just took us for a long run! Some neighbors are having a tail-gaiting party and are listening to the Purdue game. (Boiler Up!) It smelled soooo good as we ran by. I tried to cross the street, but dad pulled me back. I guess that would be kind of weird being a weiner dog, and eating a grilled weiner in a bun. . . . .

Halloweiner

Today is Halloween. (Whatever that means.) My mom keeps calling me "halloweiner dog". I don't know what she's talking about, but there's a big orange tub of stuff by the door that my dad keeps sneaking into, and mom yells at him. It smells really good, but he won't let me into it. I have never seen my mom act this crazy. She made me wear these red devil horns on my head and get my picture taken. I can't wait until this day is over!

What a life. . .

Last night, I got to go for a really long walk. It was great. I peed on everybody's mail boxes, trees, tires, and even pooped twice. Life doesn't get better than this!