I have an ouchie

I got an ouchie last week when Mommy took me for a run. Well, she was on her bike and I got to run along. I was limping when we got home cuz it hurt a bit but Mommy couldn't see it.

Mommy found it last night and kinda freaked out. You see, the pad of my left paw is starting to peel away from a cut. Daddy told her it was just like when you snag a callus and it starts to fall off. He said he could even glue it back together. Mom shrieked and said "We do not use super glue on the dogs!"

I don't know what super glue is, but regardless... no way! I hate when they mess with my feet. Especially when they clip my nails. ::shudder::

I mean... I hate it. They always say, "be still baby" and "its almost over". What EVER. I say grrrrrrr leave me alone.

You know, I've noticed lately that when I get a hot dog, I get really sleepy and then they tag team me to clip my nails. Daddy calls it the "funky hot dog". Of course, I don't remember until AFTER I eat the hot dog that they're probably going to mess with me. But whatever they put in that hot dog sure makes me sleepy so I don't argue too much.

I hope I don't have to eat a funky hot dog because of my ouchie. So far, Mommy just gave me extra treats last night and kept telling me she was sorry. Hey, be sorry, whatever gets me more treats than Sam is good for me!

bones bones bones bones

You know at first I sure didn't like that Mommy isn't home every day now. I miss her and don't like sleeping in my crate so much. I do miss getting to stretch out and sun on the stairs or take my naps on the big bed while she works.

BUT - I have to say, I'm lovin' daddy's guilt over putting me in the crate all day (even though it's only 4 days a week). I'm getting SO MANY JumBones and Milk Bones and raw hides and I'm lovin' it.

Now, I still don't get as much playtime as I want. But a girl's gotta count her blessings where she can right? Oooh ooh, I almost forgot, and last night Daddy brought home from the store some BBQ flavored milk bones and I ate those during the Stars game while Daddy munched on his goodies and he wasn't paying attention and I almost ate the WHOLE BOX. OK so maybe half the box but still. I was in bone heaven!

Mommy says she doesn't want me getting a Milk Bone belly so she's going to take me for a bike ride. We went on one the other day where Mommy rode and I ran. OM-barking-Goodness that was a work out. Daddy said she ran me too hard but I thought it was FUN!

Mommy stinks

Mommy is a big huge slacker that is never home. Her new job is keeping her super busy. Sure she gives me plenty of Dot Time and frisbee time when she gets home but then she's back on that stupid laptop.

Oh, and today, she took Samson's bear away from me and wouldn't let me chew on it. Which I totally think isn't fair since Sam wrestled with my Flopsie Wopsie Bunny until Mommy took her away from him.

Snow stinks.

What is up with all this cold, wet, sticky stuff in my yard? I've tried barking at it, biting at it and ignoring it, but it keeps on coming. I don't like it. Not one bit.

Mommy keeps trying to push me out in it so I can do my business but I'm SO not doing that in the cold, wet snowy stuff. It gets in between your paws and tickles your bum. I don't like it.

Dog Parks Rock!

Mommy and Daddy took Sam and I to the dog park for Valentine's day. It was AWESOME. Sam of course was a fraidy cat and scrambled up Mommy's legs until she picked him up. Granted this big Doberman slimed him as soon as we got in the park. But that Doberman was so much fun to play with.

There are so many things to smell! My goodness it took me forEVER just to take it all in. There were trees, and toys, and benches, and fire hydrants and puppies, big dogs, tunnels, fence posts, chewed up toys, water faucets, big rocks. TONS of stuff.

Mommy of course took lots of pictures and blogged about it. I can't wait to go back. I thought we were going back yesterday, but it turns out we were just going to the store to get treats and that nasty spray stuff Mommy puts on the furniture. Now she puts it on the baskets and the plants too because I got into them. I didn't mean to make a mess, I just never tried chewing on a basket before. Apparently, not on the OK list.

Mommy got upset because she said I "destroyed" two of them. I think that's a little harsh. It's more like I just....well....OK so maybe I did. Oopsie. Anyway, now she sprays that stuff on it and it stinks and I don't like it at ALL. But that's OK because when we were at the store Daddy got me some new toys to play with instead. Daddy is always good for getting me new toys. And for snuggles. And for play time, and treats, and walkies...Daddy is the best.

Mommy's not too happy with me

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I think I hate Taxes

Today is one of Daddy's days at home and he is NOT playing with me. Instead he and Mommy are in the office doing "taxes". It is making Daddy very very grumpy and when I bring him toys he tells me to go to bed. WHAT?

I am so not going to bed just because of taxes. I"m going to keep bringing my toys into the office until somebody plays with me.

Excuse me while I go empty my toybox downstairs.

Tug of War Rocks!

So I've been meaning to write, but I've been so busy with my new babies and my new toys I haven't had time. Daddy took me to the store just like he promised and we brought Mommy and Sam with us too. Sam got a little soft squeaky bone just like a little baby! Haha. He's such a big baby. You should hear him griping about the cold in the morning.

Anyway. I got so many cool toys that I've been trying to get Mommy to play with me all day but she's gotta get some work done or she says she won't have any money for more bones, so I'll let her work. Meanwhile, I'll tell you about all the cool tuggy toys I got. First off, I got a new fleece tug toy because my other one wasn't very stretchy any more and kind of stinks. Tug of war is like my new favorite thing. I like it even better than The Dot. Okay, well maybe not MORE than The Dot because chasing The Dot is pretty freakin' fun.

I like having fun. Especially with Daddy. Oooh Daddy got me another big bird with rope legs and a squeaky belly. He must have seen how much I miss my parrot that MOM threw away. Anyway, I love my new birdie because it's got so many cool parts. I already chewed out its neck and took the stuffing out. That's my favorite part about new toys - unstuffing!! Well, I also like the squeaking. I love squeakies!

Which reminds me, I also got a new squeaky tennis ball, but that didn't last too long. I mean, the ball is still in good shape but Mom says I broke the squeaker. She didn't sound too upset. Anytime the stupid office phone would ring she'd make me and my squeaky ball go outside.

Then Mommy got me and Sam some new treats. They taste like chicken liver but they're kinda sticky like the tootsie rolls Daddy snuck me at Halloween that he thought Mommy didn't see. Seems like they're too tough for Sam so that means more for me!! He's on a diet anyway.

Speaking of Sam, I think I'll go wake him up and see if he wants to play. Later!

Daddy Says I Get More Babies!!!

I'm going shopping, I'm going shopping, I'm going shopping. Daddy said!

Last night when Daddy FINALLY got home he told me I was such a good girl because I haven't chewed on nothing in like months and months and I didn't tear anything up when they left me out of my crate that he's taking me shopping for new babies! I love my babies. I got eight new ones at Christmas, but they were just little teddy bear babies. I've managed to get most of their little sweaters off. I prefer bare bears. Ha ha ha.

I think Daddy is really going to take me shopping tomorrow because he saw how sad Mommy made me. She did- she made me really sad. I caught her with my parrot, my bunny buddy and some of my chewy ropes. She put them in the TRASH. Can you believe it? I tried to give her that super-sad-please-don't-go look that usually works on Daddy, but she just put her hands on her hips and said, "No way girlfriend, these things are crusty and nasty."

Well I don't know what crusty and nasty is, except she said that about my goopy eyes and I don't think my babies looked like eye goop at all. Sure, I've had them forEVER, but they were MY babies. I think if I get in trouble for doing away with her precious shoes then Mommy should get in trouble for doing away with my precious babies.

I had every intention of sitting next to that stupid old trash can all night but then Daddy came home, and I got treats, and I got lovin' and then Daddy said we were going to go shopping for new babies and I just kind of forgot about those crusty, nasty babies.

I get new babies, new babies, new babies, new babies....Woof!

Okay, gotta go wake up Samson and tell him I'm getting new babies. Bye!

I have allergies!

I don't know exactly what allergies are, but when Mommy took me to see Dr. Roland yesterday she was so excited to find out that I had them. She kept saying "yeah, my baby girl just has allergies". It was a nice visit to see Dr. Roland and his nurses. I didn't even get shots or anything. Just lots of petting.

I think the doctor might have a crush on me. He kept scratching my ears and staring into my eyes, telling me I was a good girl, and looking into my eyes. He wanted to look at them so much he even pulled them open wider. Which I thought was funny. Then he talked to Mommy and gave me some treats.

Oh and the goopie goo in my eyes isn't so bad today, which is nice too.

Okay, I've got bones to chew. Later taters.