My First Girlfriend

You read right. *Hype, hype* I have my first girlfriend. *Hype, hype* She's technically my second, but my first was a rather loud basset hound/beagle named Canoli. That the relationship lasted a mere four hours.

On to my first, real girlfriend: Suki. She's a beautiful pug whom I met at my first Pug Meetup earlier this month. Though Suki is rather shy, I approached her (in my usual suave fashion...bounding, licking and then sniffing her bum). We hit it off right nicely. I even tried to get my groove one more than once, if you know what I mean. *Wink, wink* Her mommy told my mommy that Suki" can't wait to see her boyfriend again." Sigh, I think I'm in love.

Here is beauty herself and me in pursuit.


Parting is such sweet sorrow.


Why did they make me leave? WHY?!?!


Phew, relationships are hard work.

Chippies!!!!

Praise the Lord for sea salt and vinegar chips and golf! Mommy and daddy went on a golfing date this afternoon and were gone for about 4 hours. I spent that time on a mission: salvage as many sea salt and vinegar Kettle Chips from the bag in the trash as possible. Mommy had a little snack before they left and threw away the "empty" chip bag in the library trash. As she did this, she later told me, she had a fleeting thought about me possibly getting into the trash since I recently enjoyed the last of a Starbucks Frappuccino from the same trash. Luckily though, the thought left her as quickly as it came.

When mom and dad left the house, I watched them leave as usual -- didn't want them to get any hints as to my agenda. Once they left, I proceeded to meander into the library so as to take the chip bag by surprise. I managed to get the bag out without spilling or removing any other trash, a feat which must remain secretive as I prefer to do all my own stunts. Then I took the bag to the same bed in which I dutifully protected the photos of my cousin, Boston (see Never Fear: Coco to the Rescue).

My little head is rather round so I couldn't make it into the bag through the opening already available. Thus, I proceeded to munch at the bottom of the bag. I could smell the wonderful aroma of sea salt and vinegar and knew I was in business when the first scrap came off. I chewed my way across the bag bottom and made it!! Yippee! The crumbs were mine! They cascaded beautifully across the floor. But I thought, I'll save those for last and got greedy. I licked my way across the open bottom of the bag. Then I licked my way up into the bag. Before I knew what had happened, my head was stuck in the bag! I couldn't get it off! And the chips crumbs were still scattered across the floor, unreachably reminding me of my folly.

And there I remained, trapped by the chip bag, until mom and dad returned.

When the drove up, I was too embarrassed to come to the window to welcome them. I let them think I was napping. But then, mommy came in the door. And you know what she did? She laughed! Of all the nerve. She didn't remove the bag. Instead, she took me into the garage to show daddy and then carried me all the way to the library (on the other side of the house) to get the camera. The proceeding photos document my embarrassment. Enjoy or pity me as you prefer.

Thankfully, the bag wasn't plastic so I didn't suffocate.

Vee-cation!!

I'm not sure why, but mom and dad keep talking about how excited they are to go on vee-cation. From what I've heard, my Uncle Kenny always insisted that it was "vee-cation" rather than vacation. And I like vee-cation better. So that is what I will call it.

On with my story. We are going on vee-cation! Mom and dad keep asking if I don't understand yet, but I know we bought extra food. And apparently it will be very fun! So yes, mom and dad, I am excited!

Never Fear: Coco to the Rescue

This post was submitted by my mommy. She said it best so I decided to let her tell the story from her perspective.

At some point during the day, one of our refrigerator magnets decided to stop working (i.e. the clip detached itself from the actual magnet). The world stood still as two photos of our beautiful niece we just received in the mail yesterday fell to the floor. Kit and I were both at work so we weren't there to rescue said photos. But never fear: Coco to the rescue!

We came home to this adorable scene at Coco's bed in the living room. (Apparently Kit's sandal also needed rescuing...it was probably crying out in misery after not being put away in the closet.)

Kitty: The Other Favorite Toy

Although Bobo did in fact receive the first post on my blog, I must make a clarification: Bobo is my favorite stuffed toy; Kitty is my favorite rubber toy. I recently began the "raw meat (and other things) diet" (see Raw Meat: It's What's For Dinner). While shopping for my new food, mom discovered a toy that she felt I just had to have. I was at home, and dad was shopping with her so he wasn't so sure about said toy. However, mom triumphed and brought home Kitty, my rubber dog toy that is shaped like a cat. She quickly became my new best friend.

I take her everywhere: the family room, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, the library (aka our spare room...it has three bookcases in it and has therefore been dubbed the library), dad's office, our bedroom (yes, I have the best parents ever...I sleep in my crate next to their bed), my crate, the bathroom, the backyard...oh wait, I can't take Kitty outside. Who told parents toys couldn't be both inside and outside toys? I think that's a dumb rule. Kitty should be able to see the world!

Well, because of my great affinity for Kitty, within about a week and a half, I managed to chew off the back of her head, thus revealing her squeaker. Mom and dad took her away--for my safety or some such silly thing--and I walked around the house dazed and confused looking for her. The next day, mom and dad took me with them to the recently discovered pet food store, Meat for Cats & Dogs, my new favorite store! Low and behold, they had one Kitty left. My new Kitty has magically changed from orange to blue, but I love her just the same. What's not to love?

(Oh, and mom then went on Amazon.com and bought me five more kitties to make sure we have a good stock on hand for when this Kitty meets her fate.)

Random Self Portraits

Yes, I'm really this cute...

Raw Meat: It's What's for Dinner

Yes folks, you heard right. I've gone on a diet. Well, not a diet--because diets imply fads. Rather, I've experienced a life change. Due to my parents' love for me, I have converted to the ways of the hippy and begun the "raw meat diet." What's in this diet? Well, there are various combinations. I am currently on the "Raw Frozen Diet: Beef Formula" by Nature's Variety. Which means I am eating:

Beef, Beef Liver, Raw Ground Beef Bone, Beef Heart, Beef Kidney, Apples, Carrots, Butternut Squash, Ground Flaxseed, Chicken Eggs, Broccoli, Lettuce, Spinach, Dried Kelp, Apple Cider Vinegar, Parsley, Honey, Salmon Oil, Olive Oil, Blueberries, Alfalfa Sprouts, Persimmons, Duck Eggs, Pheasant Eggs, Quail Eggs, Inulin, Rosemary, Sage, Clove

Quite the ingredient list, wouldn't you say? I think I now eat healthier than most humans. Yippee! Oh, and my new holistic vet, Dr. Judkins, has me taking some Chinese herbs and a Chinese tincture to help with my allergies. Let's just say I smell amazing (Coco a la herbs)!

As daddy says, I snarf all my food in under 20 seconds. Beat that! (Daddy even walked the kitchen saying, "One one thousand, two one thousand..." to check on the timing.)

Here's what my bag of food looks like...

And here are the beautiful "medallions" themselves. Don't they look appetizing?

When's dinner?

My New Friend Bobo

So my mommy hasn't done the best job at actually using this blog; however, I have a new toy that demands posting (i.e. the video is too large to email). Mommy's fantastic boss, Pam, saw a wonderful pet store commercial where a wiener dog was going to the pet store with his parents to get a new Bobo. His was tattered and dirty (the story of every well-loved toy, I'm afraid) so his parents were buying him a new one (could the original ever really be replaced?). Well, Pam was at Walgreens and found me my very own Bobo! Much to her grandson's dismay (who had the gall to try a take my Bobo home with him...sheesh!), she brought my Bobo to mommy at work yesterday. Last night, as soon as mommy arrived home, she gave me my Bobo. The following footage ensued.

**WARNING: My mommy is cheap and therefore does not have a high quality camera. Therefore, this video footage adds at least 1 pound to my slim and trim body. Oh, and it's kind of dark and fuzzy too.

Unfortunately, just after this video was taken, Bobo sustained an injury...

But never fear, my mommy is quite the surgeon and was able to stitch him right back up...
Oh, and I am quite the multi-tasker. While using my ingenious wit to write this prose, I am also thrashing my Bobo around ferociously and smacking mommy with the soggyness.

And Grandma, my all time favorite blanky happens to be the one you crocheted for mom and dad for their wedding. I don't normally have it on my bed in the living room; however, I recently decided to piddle on it when it fell of their bed and it somehow ended up on my bed after being washed. Teehee.