Christmas Tag

The 5 things I want for Christmas are:
1) A loving home for every homeless dog
2) A quarter pounder with cheese
3) That all my friends have a wonderful Christmas
4) A quarter pounder with cheese
5) An end to global warming (and a quarter pounder with cheese-have I
mentioned that yet??)

I'm the Birthday Girl!

Today is my birthday. I am three years old today. What a day I had. I got my breakfast hand-fed to me (well, OK, so I get it hand-fed to me every day, because I inhale it and then almost choke to death if they don't give it to me piece by piece...), then me and Chili had Frosty Paws. Then we had a little watermelon, then it was a round of Greenies. Chili was very mean to me, though. She hung on to her Greenie and didn't even take a single nibble the whole time I was eating mine. She kept checking on my progress. As soon as I was all done with mine, she started taunting me because she still had one to eat. Little stinker. So I laid on the bed under the fan and sulked for a while (then we had a round of tummy aches from all the stuff they fed us today). Plus I got an Eyore doll, and Chili got a Pluto doll (it works out for me on her birthday, when I get a present, too!) The only weird part of the day was being put in the kitchen sink over and over and having cool water poured all over me. Did I mention it was almost a hundred degrees today? They put suntan lotion on me and I looked like a greasy little fried chicken. Anywho...it was great to be me today!

Sneakers are not a good thing

I can hardly believe it. They bought me sneakers. Not even cool sports ones, but shiny pink ones. They put them on me, then stuck a pink seersucker sundress on me to complete the humiliation, then laughed and laughed as I walked on my hands with my hind feet straight up in the air, trying to get those things off my feet. Reeeaaalll funny.

They are out to get me...

I feel the need to start documenting life here in this house. I think they are conspiring against me. Last night, I was playing one of my favorite games with Daddy, the one where I grab his towell repeatedly as he is trying to dry off. All of a sudden...WHACK! I hit my head on the toilet bowl. I have my suspicions. Later, I was sleeping peacefully under the covers on Mommy's lap, when WHACK! She dropped her magazine on my head (she claimed it was an "accident". I think not). Tonight, Mommy opened a package that she said was for me. I ran over to see what it was. She held her hand out to show me a pretty pair of pajamas and I slipped on the shiny kitchen floor and WHACK! Fell flat on my face. Coincidence? I think not!! I must watch these people carefully...not to mention that sneaky little Chihuahua who keeps biting me on the neck, bad little vampire. I will keep you posted...
PS: Did I mention I fell out of bed last week?? They rearranged the bedroom furniture on me when I wasn't looking!