We're Just 2 Wild and Crazy Guys

Mommy's going to see her family so it's going to be just Daddy and me, two swingin' bachelors in da house. I believe our plans for the weekend will include sitting in our underwear, scratching ourselves, and a lot of pooping and farting. Since it'll be just the two of us, maybe we'll order out and get us a nice big pizza. I want peanut butter on my half. I wonder if this means I get to sleep in the bed with Daddy? I better not push my luck. Maybe he'll cut the grass so I'll actually step on it. Right now it's a little long and damp from the rain and my dainty paws can't handle that so I just poop on the cement walk in the yard. Classy.

Lazy Days

Not much to report lately. It was really hot last week and I didn't get to go on any walks. I've already been on a few this week. I've also been a good hunter and I've stalked and killed a few flies in the house. Right now, I'm really silkly soft because I had a bath this week. I've been licking my leg again so Mommy and Daddy are worried it's going to get raw again (remember the cone incident of last year?). They have this spray (an antibacterial steroid thing I think) they try to put on the area. Fools think it's supposed to be soothing or something. Yeah right. You try lying on the floor being all relaxed when all of a sudden somebody comes at you spraying cold icky stuff on your leg. I do NOT like it. Mommy tries to do it, gets in about half a spray and I go crazy. I jump up, run away then usually run in circles in a vain attempt to rid myself of the horrid memory. Sometimes I run under the coffee table and roll around madly, although that's kinda tough to do when you have to lay low to the ground so as to not hit your head on the bottom of the table. So I try instead to walk away and surreptitiously lick my leg but they always see me and threaten me with the cone. I don't get it. I swear I'm taking my allergy pills. Must be a bad season for allergies. Poop!

P.S. it was the first day of summer when I had my bath so they put this bandana on me. Don't I look Hawaiian?

More fun with Grandma and Grandpa

The grandparents came to visit this past weekend. They said it was pertaining to some doctor's appointment but I know it was really because they missed me and couldn't stand being away from me for so long. The weather was beautiful so we spent a lot of time outside, planting flowers and taking walks. Of course, I made sure that any time indoors was spent petting me as much as possible. I don't think they minded.

I have developed this uncanny knack of knowing when it's time for me to eat. During the week, I usually eat around 6:30 am when Mommy gets up. She used to set her alarm 10 min ahead so she could hit snooze once but now when that sucker goes off, I know that means she's awake so I run over to the bed and jump up and bat her in the face and act all jumpity until she can't take it anymore and has to let me out to poop and then feed me. After that, I'm quite content to go back to sleep while she gets ready for work. Sometimes I'll jump in the bed with Daddy, who usually sleeps through this entire routine. On the weekends, for some reason, she doesn't get up that early so I make sure around 6:30am (or 6:41 recently) that I suddenly wake up and go over to the bed and wake her up. She doesn't seem too excited about it but shouldn't she be grateful that I'm waking her up early so she doesn't sleep the morning away and mess up her sleep patterns? Of course, I don't bother trying to wake Daddy up because he'll just lay there and roll over. I get my dinner at 4:30pm every day and I've also gotten good at knowing when it's time. I'll just sit up and start nuzzling Mommy or acting restless until they feed me. Pretty impressive, especially since I can't read the clock! But the belly always knows when it's time to eat!

Don't tell Daddy

Shhh, I have a secret but you can't tell my dad or he'll be upset. Yesterday Mommy was sitting on the couch eating a pear and she let me have some. Now, they have this silly rule about not giving me any human food because I still have 3 lbs to lose and also because they think I'm going to become this pathetic begger or something. Please. But anyway, she was slicing pieces of this yummy juicy pear and eating them and of course I was lying on the couch next to her minding my own business, not begging. I guess she wanted to see if I'd like the taste of it and the answer is definitely yes! It was sweet and juicy with just a hint of fiber. Quite tasty. Now don't give me a hard time, people. It's not like I was eating candy or potato chips or something. It was healthy. I promise not to become a begger. The pasha begs for no one!