Dad said so!!

Alright people, listen up! So the other day dad, mom and I were doing our daily walk before dinner and all of a sudden mom seemed to have tumbled to the ground  - dad didnt seem to be distressed so I wasn't worried but then before i knew it dad also was down there with mom. I couldn't figure out what the were doing until i caught a glimpse of the 2nd most adorable thing i have ever seen ! Apparently this thing ...is called a Puggle. 

I want one! I need one! It needs me! 

Its just my size and seems to have the same energy level i do, plus my parents attempts to keep me entertained these days are pretty week. So, I did my best to try and convey my enthusiasm and I have to say that my communication skills MUST be getting better as dad said that if mom gets rid of the two cats its a done deal. 

Woo Hoo! can anyone help me set up the Craiglist ad? or just show me how to slide the lock on the cat door for that matter???

That was a long flight, and boy are my arms tired!

We are finally here....man, have I mentioned how much I don't love flying? Anyway, when we got to St. Louis, dad and I were pooped! Totally drained....me, because I'm a growing baby, dad... because he's soft. Anyway, once we arrived, dad and I just collapsed on the bed.

After a bit of chilling and kicking dad (check the blurred foot; gave his sorry-soft ass a whooping!) mom changed me into my pajamas and it was time to get myself off to sleepy land. But, before we got ready for lights out, she took some pictures of me with my newest toy - Senior Big Ears - from my St. Louis grandmother. Big Ears is dope. When I'm not chewing on my thermometer case or - offering mom a bite - I like to suck on Big Ears' big ears...tasty and sponge on my gums! Thanks for the tasty treat!

On another plane?! Ug.

So, here we are AGAIN, on another plane! Dear sweet mother of God, why me, why meeee?!?!?! Well, apparently we are off to see dad's mom and dad since he has to go back to where he grew up for a meeting or something. Anyway, so here we are again spending hours on a plane...and I'm bored.

Since mom and dad were doing a piss-poor job of entertaining me, I decided that it was up to me to go and find something to do, so I was off like a tree...or something like that.

Just when I was starting to find myself something to do, Mr. Party Pooper showed up and blocked my path to joy, entertainment and enlightenment....grrr.

I don't want to play with a damn stuffed animal! I want to run free, like the buffalo! Put me down! I pleaded. Just when I was trying to get my point across to dad, something really weird happened.

His face disappeared when he was giving me a stern talking to....needless to say, when someone's face disappears while they are scolding you...you tend to listen.

Boy have I got some air miles!

Guess what....I'm going on another trip! Having returned not too long ago from a vist to see one part of my family down in LA, I am now off to visit another part of my family in Missouri! I had no idea this was coming, didn't even see mom and dad packing, or notice that the dogs had disappeared off to "camp" again. We were just having dinner last night when dad leaned over and whispered in my ear that we were going to take another trip!

So, being all excited, I scurried over to my airplane seat, and buckled myself in: Let's role People! I'm still not a big fan of air travel, but I'm getting used to it...and I have a feeling that my preference, in this case, does not matter.

So, as we prepared to traverse the airports and skies of this country, we got all the strollers loaded up and the girlie strapped in...see you soon!

The only thing I wanted was CHEESE!

So, as I mentioned before, dad went out of town a little while ago;  apparently he went to Switzerland. So, when mom told me this, I was like sweeeet - SWISS CHEESE! I love cheese! So, aside from wanting to hang with the poppy, I also was full of anxiety and excitement awaiting his return so that we could break cheese together.... when he finally returned, I was pumped!

Mom came into my room and told me close my eyes because dad had brought me a big surprise, I was like - awesome! Cut me a big slice of that cheese! Needless to say, when she popped this viking-like red and white monstrosity with horns on my head, I was having none of it. Sure, it took me a few moments to figure out what was going on, but once I grasped the deception, it was war - Me vs. the Helmet....you can see who won. Oh ya, and dad, I don't know what the Euros are and I don't care what "they" call soccer or we call football or whatever the hell you were jabbering on about. Most of all I don't care who's playing, I WANT ME SOME CHEESE!

Happy Birthday Drayson!

So my ex-boyfriend and current homey Drayson had his first birthday just the other day, and it was a bash! He had burritos, cake, margaritas, and cake, and cake and homemade dip and cake!! Since we all love The DIJer, mom and I and a few of our other friends sent him some balloons, which he loved...except when they popped, then he cried like a baby....not the first time I've made him cry.

Anyway, as you can see I was in my best sweater vest for the event and even brought my giant blueberry to gnaw on until the cake was served. So, you might ask yourself, what happened when the cake was served......?

Drayson cried!!! Cried about cake! Not about not getting cake, but because he didn't want to eat it! Dear God....what is wrong with this child?! My cake, your cake, her cake, his cake, they are all for me to eat, so keep it coming! Crying about getting too much cake?! Wow.....

Morning Calisthenics

Every day when mom or dad comes into my room to break me out of my upstairs baby cage, we all plop down on the ground for a little chit-chat and some exercise. As you can sort of see in these pictures, Brown Dog and Max are both here with us as well to supervise my exercise. So, after some pleasantries with my mom, I find the nearest thing I can – in this case, her leg – and climb over. Once I’m over, I smile and clap for myself, then it’s time to climb back over her leg to the other side, clap, smile and repeat. 

I gotta tell you, I love climbing over things, and up them. When dad’s here in the mornings and he lays down on the ground, I jump on his lap and start to climb up his chest to his head. However, he usually stops me before I get to far along…not really sure why, but he’s not a big fan of me using his mouth and nose as hand and foot holes for my accent…so selfish!