Squeak Squeak

I love playing with my toys. It all started when my friend Lori got me a furry warthog when I first moved in with the humans. Of course, I eventually eviscerated that one and she then got me a furry hedgehog, which is still in one piece, miraculously. This weekend she and Zoe (her black lab) got me a goat or longhorn sheep, I'm not quite sure what it is. But it sure is fun! It's soft and fuzzy and squeaks, which I love. Its name is Curly. I love to find the squeaky spot and just chew and chew on it. Sometimes I'll abandon it on the floor or couch to give it a false sense of security but then when it least expects it, I'll run and attack it from out of nowhere. I'm stealth like that. This weekend I also spent time tearing the insides out of my squeaky terrycloth banana. Ah, I love the excitement of the kill! I left its guts all over the rug underneath the dining room table, which is the lair where I take all my toys to torture them. What can I say, I have the killer instinct.

I also went on another walk last week, which was nice. I really miss going around the neighborhood and sniffing for any food someone might have dropped. Unfortunately, the walk was short since it was a bit nippy.

This week I have my bath. I get one every 5 weeks. I can always tell when it's time because I start dragging my butt across the carpet and licking it more often. It's time for me to get all soft and clean and have the ol' anal glands drained. Woo-hoo!

I'm Back!

OK, so maybe it's been a little too long since my last entry. Mommy and Daddy went on a trip to Las Vegas and left me. Fortunately, I got to stay with Debbie and her family again. I had a good time and got lots of attention. It's always fun to go to a new place full of new smells and hiding places. But I really missed Mommy and Daddy. I was a little depressed while they were gone. I didn't realize that they were coming back. When they leave, I figure it's like all the other times that I've been left behind. Usually it means that it's time to ship me on to the next family and once I get used to them, I'll get sent somewhere else. But so far, they've come back every time. I was so happy to see them at the airport (I was in Grandma's car when she came to pick them up) when we pulled up. Since then, they have kept their promise to take me out on a walk instead of just putting me out to run in the yard, but I haven't been on one recently. It's been too cold and when it's been warm, it was raining. I just can't win. It's getting pretty boring to see the same ol' fenced-in yard day in and day out and to look out the same ol' window. And who's in charge of pooper-scooping the yard? With all the cold weather and rain, no one's picked up any poop in weeks and I'm running out of clear areas to mill around in! Talk about a minefield. A minefield of stinky hidden bombs. Icky.

Mommy was on call this weekend so you know what that means - I got to sleep in the bed with her! It was great to cuddle under the covers next to the pillow with her. Although it was a little annoying each time her beeper went off and she sat up to call them back. But I'm not complaining. I don't want to hurt my chances for next time.

I think my plans for the rest of the week shall include: playing with my furry frog, chewing on my squeaky banana, running up and down the house with said toys, licking my paws, sleeping on top of the couches, trying to break into the pantry and the peanut butter jars, snarfing down my food so quickly that sometimes I have to stop to hack it up when it gets stuck in my throat and then eat it again, and generally just being adorable and irresistable. See yous!

I'm Bored

Like I really needed to title this entry. Just look at the picture. Not much going on this week. I'm still waiting for Mommy and Daddy to take me out on all these walks they promised me. They told me today would be the day since it's going to be warmer and perhaps sunny. For some reason, they didn't want to walk me this week out in the rain. But that's ok, since I don't like to get my fur wet unless I really gotta go burn a mule, if you know what I mean. At least I'm done taking all of my medicine. I didn't like the eyedrops too much. Every time Mommy gave them to me, I'd close my eye right when the drop was coming down but then she'd open it herself and then rub the eye so it would go in. Sneaky woman. Meanwhile, Daddy would help hold me but he had to look away since it was too graphic for him. Hee hee. Then she'd wipe the ointment on my pee pee which I thought was just weird. Why was she rubbing my pee pee? I really don't have those kinds of feelings for her. But who cares cuz they'd give me a little treat after (just a little tiny Jump and Sit Bit, so nothing too substantial in case you all were thinking that I was packing on the pounds this week. I wish.).

Now that's all over and I'm just knockin' around. Although they played with my toys and me more this week which was fun. I like it when they play with me. I don't like it when they leave me and go God-knows-where for hours on end. When it's just a short time or when it's on the weekend, they let me stay out of my crate and roam the house. Unfortunately, they put anything yummy out of reach. I think they've caught on to my M.O. But where do they go? And don't they realize that I'm wondering each time if they'll ever come back? Has not anyone caught on yet to the fact that I may have some tiny issues regarding security and abandonnement? Well, so far they've always come back and each time they leave they give me a little treat to distract me so I guess I really shouldn't complain. Actually, when I see they are leaving, I know the treat's coming and I get all excited. I sit, because I know that's what I have to do to get the treat, but at the same time I'm so excited that I have to alternately tap my two front paws on the ground and fidget. When I do this, they call me Chicken Feet because apparently I push down on the ground so hard with my front two paws that the toes splay out and they look like chicken feet. Like I care. Just give me something yummy!

Jaunty

Look at me! I'm jaunty! That's right, just look at me in my jaunty bandana. I got that as a holiday present when I went for my bath last week. It's been a great week. Mommy and Daddy have been on vacation which means that I haven't had to go into the crate for quite some time. But tomorrow they go back to work which means back in the crate during the day for me. And they said they were going to take me for a walk today since it was warm but it started raining so those plans were dashed. But at least they're giving me treats when I'm a good boy and take my eyedrops and ointment. Only a couple more days of that then I'll be home free.

So since it's the new year and all, I guess I should make some goals. Here are a couple off the top of my head:

* get out on more walks so I can sniff stuff other then the same ol' boring stuff in our yard

* learn how to climb like a cat so I can get into more food on the counters. Maybe I can learn how to jump higher

* put on the charm more so I can get more peanut butter, although now I keep hearing talks about "diet" this and "less treats" that

* get Mommy and Daddy to play with me and my toys more often

* sneak my way onto the bed more often

Here's to a new year full of delicious opportunities!