The delayed wave

Recently all my caregivers (mom, dad & annie) have been talking about my mad waving skills. 

Im not sure about you but i like to be friendly with my fans and let them know i appreciate their adoration. Sure, sometimes it takes me a while to process whether or not they are deserving of my recognition and often they will leave the room or pass by when I am finally ready to wave; but thats not my problem. I have to give a out shout out to my most dedicated and enthusiastic supporters ... the furry ones, BIG and small. I love my furry brothers and sisters, even if they do knock me over on an occasion. Paws up!

What does a bear say?

You want to know what a bear says? I'll tell you. Then after I tell you, I'll lunge at your neck and tare off your head...like a bear. Now, hold still dammit!

An interesting side note is that, although you can't tell from this edited video, but right before he asked me about what a bear says, he asked me what a bird says...and I gave him the same answer. I have no idea why I have this intense desire to growl...all I know is that I sure do love me some growling!

Piggy Secret....

I've got some hair. Not a lot mind you, but some....actually, I have a decent amount on the top of my head, but not so much on the sides or the front. Often, when you look at me from the front, I look I have a bump on my head because there's not a lot of long hair on the front of my head, but mostly long hairs on my cow-lick (as my mom calls it)...so it just looks like a huge ridge mid-way back from my brow. Anyway, mom has decided that I now have "enough" hair to play with. So, the other day she and Annie (my best friend 3 days a week) introduced me to the pig-tail. As you can see, they pulled back my little hairs and attached some kind of hardware to each side of my head. I have no idea what they were doing, nor do I have any idea what it looked like...all I know is that when they were screwing with my hair, they bribed me to sit still by offering me first Elmo's nose and my BFF Sleepie Sheepie, and then a digital thermometer to chew on.




The weird thing was that when dad got home, she pulled out the pig-tails and never said a word about it....huh....parents, not sure I'll ever understand them.....but so long as they do my bidding, I guess it doesn't really matter.

We're bringing Dad!

I love the Children's Museum! It's the bestest ever! In fact, I love it so much that I convinced mom that dad needed to come along and experience the fun as well....then we both had to convince dad that he HAD to come along to experience the fun as well.
So, once we arrived everyone sat down to have a bite to eat in their outdoor area before we headed in for the adventure. Have to fuel the machine you see before I go to work in the play area. Oh yea, in addition to just our bad selves being there, Drayon also brought both his mom and his dad as well, it's a parr-ty!
Anyway, so as I said we started off with lunch. Personally, I like to take a bite...savor it....make sure I can detect all the elements of my baby slop before I move on to another bite....mmmmm...

Once we got inside, i dragged dad over to the underwater area. You can't really tell from just looking, but we are sitting on a big round water-bed! When dad or I push on it, it pushes back, its fun! What you see below is me telling dad about the fun of the frog, dad glaring at some little girl who kept running and jumping on the water-bed and you can see Drayson giving his dad a good through beating. Finally, after I'd had enough, I told dad that we needed to head off and play in the caves!

Sometimes, I really question dad's intelligence. I mean he's a nice enough guy...but not too sharp one would think. As you can see, I convinced dad that we needed to go spelunking, sounds fun right? Anyway, after we were in there for a while, I'd had enough so I climbed out....as you can see, I got out alone and had to break the bad new to mom that dad was no longer with us. Somehow, she found him and eventually helped him get out. Needless to say, I missed it as I'd moved on to another area.

In our last few minutes in the Museum, Drayson's mom put on a puppet show for us....all I can say is that she is very "special" and her talents as a puppeteer are....um....limited. So, moving on, mom and I worked on walking and standing, I checked out Drayson's pooper...not because I was "checking" him out, but because I smelled something funky and assumed that was where it came from....I was wrong....mother I have something for you!

Open the ears, shut the mouth!

Yo, Mom!
Lunch was great, thank you. Thanks for the usual bottle of baby food, the fresh and warm grilled cheese - although it would be nice if you ate less of it and fed me more of it - the fresh strawberries and pineapple and grapes, and also the delicious Pirate's Booty for desert! But, I do have a few kind critiques that I'd like to offer/share in the interest of openness and honesty.
First off, I find it much easier to digest and also more comfortable to eat with my hooves on the table, so get over it. Next, if I decide to feed the dogs some of MY food, that's MY choice...as you can see, Brown Dog jumps when the possibility of food is presented...if they can get on board with my sharing, perhaps you should as well, huh?
Lastly, as we've discussed on several occasions in the past, simply stated: If I'm talking, you should be listening....so close the mouth, open the ears! Okay? And, along those same lines, don't be thinking that just because I pause for dramatic effect or to check on my homey Max that I'm done telling you how it's going to be....you'll know when I'm done!

I am the Entertainer

So, as usual, mom has stuff that she needs to do to get us ready for the day, and while she's busily doing this stuff, I'm left to my own devices around the bathroom and the rest of the upstairs to find some sort of entertainment.
So, I usually start off my self-entertaining-tour in the shower, followed by a tour of all the drawers in the bathroom that I can reach.
I'm never really sure what most of the stuff is that I manage to pull from the drawers but, at the very least, it usually means bit of fun...before I get board and move on to something new.

A constant problem that I have run into, are these "child-proof" containers. I mean really, why are they childproofed? All I know for sure is that they are a pain in the ass, and even using my jaws of steel, I can't pry them open...damn.

Alas, eventually mom gets us both dressed and then stands over me and tells me all of our glorious plans for the day....I've never really noticed it before, but wow...she's tall!

Again, Again!

Have I mentioned how much I love the Children's Museum? It's perhaps, and I don't say this lightly, the dopest spot there is! There are so many things for everyone to do! There are pieces of colorfully shaped plastic! Have you ever seen something so exciting?!

There are birds to chase and catch!

Although, once I caught the bird, I was really unsure of what to do with it.

Kate, however, totally had her day planned out. She strolled in and grabbed herself a wolf! She's tough like that. But, more than the catch, unlike me, after she caught it, she had a plan!

I have no idea what her plan was, but after she subdued the beast, she tucked it under her arm and headed off to another room. My guess is that she was thinking fur coat.

Drayson, thankfully, seems to have recovered from his last visit here and the run-in with the lady bug. While I kept a watchful eye on his from the background, Drayson did what he usually does....he saw something pink and headed for it at top speed. The kid really does have a very strange love for the color pink.

Back to the Kid's Museum!!

Today Kate, Drayson and I all loaded in our cars and headed back over the bridge to the Children's Museum! I love this place! There are so many things to play with, its awesome! Sure, mom worries about how clean or dirty some of the toys might be, but as far as I can tell, they all pretty much taste the same.
Anyway, Kate and I were hanging in the "Ocean Room" when Kate got up and discovered crabs! Not like Mr. Crabs from Sponge Bob (big fan FYI) but real life crabs!
They were so cool. So, Kate got them from the kid next to her, she eyeballed the crabs for a while, then she gave crabs to me, how nice!

I've never had crabs before, so I did what I usually do with something new, I gave it the old taste test. In case you were wondering, the claws are the best part!

After we finally managed to get rid of our crabs, Kate and I went into another room and were hanging and a chitchatting about girl stuff. We talked about our pedicures and what a great set of nails we both had. We got some wrapped up in stuff that we totally forgot all about Drayson...and Drayson, we're really sorry about what happened. Had we known, we totally would have been there for you!

As I was starting to get to above, at some point during the day, either when Kate and I were chatting, or when I was foraging out from my cave to collect birds, Drayson was.....

assaulted by a lady bug. Personally, I never knew that they had it in them, they seem like such nice ladies, but....pictures don't lie. I'm not sure Drayson will ever be the same again.

A day in the life....

Some of you have asked what - at this stage in my life - a typical weekend day is like for me. Well, typically, I get up, mom feeds me, cleans me up and does my hair all nice and purrdy. Then if he's in town and around mom will hand me off to dad for a little bit of reading of playing.

I usually express my interest in a particular book by crawling over to it, chewing on it and then waving it at him. Dad then comes over, plops me in his lap and reads to me until I get bored and I close the book on his hand.

Then, I usually take my morning nap.
After my nap, we all get up and head out for a nice long walk, I love walking. I get to look at all the trees and people, and get some sun, it's grand! Often, on the way home, we stop in at one of the many local playgrounds and we crawl around and play in the sand or dirt, or whatever I can scramble to before they catch up to me.

After a good day of playing, I get my evening bath after dinner. I used to only get one every other day, but since I've learned to crawl, mom is so disgusted with how dirty I get, that she insists on cleaning me every night....and then washing down the dirt ring around the tub as well. I'm guessing dad must take baths in here as well, not sure where else all that dirt could come from.

Dignity? Who needs it!

I have watched the dogs with scorn over the last few months as they race from one potential feeding opportunity to another. I thought it was disgraceful the way they’d beg for everything in the pantry or whenever the food containers on the counter were opened. I thought it eerie the way they seem to be able to sense the presence of food from rooms away. Regardless of the time of day or the type of food that might be distributed, they were always there…begging. I asked them repeatedly, “Why lower yourself to begging for food from the man? Brother dogs, have some pride! What is the point?” It was during one of these times when Max turned to me and said simply, “Because I’m hungry, I like to eat, and they always have food.” It was then, thanks to my Guru of Food, that I got it. The next time dad pulled out the bag of Pirate Booty for a snack, I was first in line. Dignity sure is great, but it don’t fill the belly! Now throw me some food!