Games

I'm pretty sure I'm sitting on a triple-word score square.

Grammy and Grampy

This weekend my Grammy and Grampy from up north came for a visit. It was because of a birthday but guess what? I got a present! Here I am opening one of them:




It turned out to be a stuffed bat toy but I dug deeper and found a whole bag of COOKIES stuck in the bottom. I got to taste some but they are on top of the refrigerator now, I am trying to figure out a plan to get to them still.



A little later there was CAKE! I got to sniff it and then... POOP. None for me. First my cookies get taken away and then I can't have a piece of cake. Being a dog can be the pits sometimes. I'm just going to play with my stuffed bat now.

TYLER

This is my friend Tyler. She is a standard poodle but she has spectacular dreadlocks. She turns heads wherever she goes. I get to see her sometimes at Day Care, but when I went to Palm Springs I got to see her at her house there, too. She lets me sleep across her legs. I think she is one of the coolest dogs I know, especially since she gets to wear a hair scrunchie!

Trouble, Schmouble

I just like to have fun. Grandma and Grandpa got me this t-shirt. What do you think they are trying to say about me, huh?

More Fun With Auntie's Present

I thought the basket she sent was fun but then the box tipped over and WHAT a playground that is!

Exthept that some of the thtuffing gets in your mouff and thsticks to your tongue.


Wheeee! Look how much fun the packing paper is!!! Thanks again, Auntie!

Knock-Knock, A Present For Me!

Why do I look so dapper in this green bandanna you may ask? Well first of all, even though I'm a girl, pink really isn't my color. But mainly it's because I got a present today, you'll never guess who from....
Hey, let me take a peek at the card- OH! It's from Auntie!!! What a nice surprise! I never get anything and here's a huge basket full of goodies.


Here's a video of me dissecting the basket below:



Man am I spoiled. Thanks, Auntie. You didn't have to do that. But it made me SO HAPPY. Kinda like the joy I get from eating your underwear, only less fibrous. Love you!

Frontline Drama Queen

I am so upset.
Once a month(ish) this package opens up and a liquid gets squirted out of a small bottle onto my neck.
I cannot possibly tell you how awful it is.
It's..... cold, and...wet, and...kinda smells for a few minutes and.... I know you're thinking, "so, what?" ...but let me just tell you how tragic it is. I have to run around hunched over as if someone's just beaten me for about a half-hour. Then I have to act offended for an additional 45 minutes or so, and pace the house while I'm at it. I will NOT accept normal cookies (slight exceptions for the SUPER good ones), and I will NOT allow anyone to try and console me. This humiliation and pain requires me to be on my own. And I'm told that if there were a dog equivalent of the Oscars I would win it.