Go Visit Jill's Blog, Okay?

Why? Because I took over her blog today while she's away on vacation. Heeheeheeeeeeeee





Pssst! If you love me, you might love my sister more. Go visit her at Jill's Believe it or Not, and tell her I sent you!

And They Call it Puppy Love

Oh what a weekend we had! Saturday morning all of us woke up bright and early to get ready to pick up our puppy. What total joy for all of us!

The girls were in heaven, loving on their new fuzzy sister while Jimmy signed the puppy papers.

I spent a little bit of time with Jill’s pup, Cannoli, who actually looked depressed knowing her half sister was leaving to go home. Poor thing.

Our breeder, Lori, said she’s going to be keeping Cannoli in the house with the family this week, until Jill can pick her up this weekend. Right now Jill, Mark, and the girls are at their time -share, Liki Tiki, having a blast. Did they invite Sister Tiney to join them for some fun in the sun? No they did not! So every day Jill calls to tell me of all the swimming they’re doing, the long soaks in the hot tub they have in their bathroom, blah blah blah. Sis? Bite my ass, okay?

But back to my cute little fuzz-butt baby!

I know Madison is only pretending to sleep here, thinking it will make for a cuter picture.

I think she likes the car. Look at her little pink tongue hanging out!

Uh oh, Strudel is pushing me off my chair. I think she wants to practice blogging!

What’s this place? My new home? And this blankie and all these toys are for me? I don’t have to share with my 14 brothers and sisters? Sssssssweeeeeeet!

I really do love this fuzzy frog daddy let me pick out at Petsmart.

Hey, can we go back there? They just loved me and let me stand on that counter thing and gave me lots and lots of yummy treats!

Dang, you people are wearing me out! But this tile sure does feel nice and cool on my fuzzy tummy. You wouldn’t mind if I peed on it a few times, would ya? Great!

So this is my new yard? What am I supposed to do out here? I mean, I like this paver, but this is no fun!

Oh cool, my new fuzzless sisters brought me a toy! This thing is sooooo cool!

But isn’t there something more to this play thing?

Ah, freedom to roam, to chew to my heart’s content. This is the life!

A nice poop would be good right about now. Does this spot look good to you, Mom?

Why does big sister keep lifting me up in front of that camera thingy? Doesn’t she know I have better things to do?

Heck, I guess I am irresistible.

My humans already think I'm totally talented. I mean really, my first day home and I'm already playing fetch, see?

You'd think a performing pup like me would have freedom to roam the whole house, wouldn't you? But no, Mommy and Daddy said I have to be crate trained for a while. I guess I'm lucky because I also get lots of time in Mommy's screen room and even the kitchen! It's really big and my toys slide across those cool tiles really easily, so I can chase to my heart's content! Ya know what else is fun? Biting Mommy's FEET! Ooh, they're so tasty! Sister Madison's neck was quite tasty too.



But ya know, sometimes I have to spend a little time in my crate. I actually like it, but when Mommy leaves the room I get a bit sad. See? (Mommy wants you to ignore the pile of garbage, k?)

Don't worry. Mommy took pity on me and let me out to play after she put that camera thing down. But I got her back. While she was vacuuming I escaped into the family room! Bonus!!!!!

Well peeps, it’s time for me to go, but keep coming back, ‘cause I have plans to take over Mommy’s blog from time to time. I’m going to hook up with Oz and Crumpet and get some pointers on how to really work this mouse, baby!

All my fuzzy love to the humans. Strudel out.

Oh, and Mommy too.

Aimless Thoughts

• Is it wrong to warn an oncoming car that there’s a cop hiding behind the trees, picking off speeders?  I mean, I don’t necessarily want to advocate speeding, but who do you know that can drive just 35 mph for an entire 3 miles?

This could be the actual bitch that gave me a $186.00 ticket on that particular road.  Thanks, officer dike.  What?  Not the chubby chaser type?  Batting my long, luxurious eyelashes sure didn’t help.

 

• Why does my toilet seat keep coming loose?  I don’t remember this happening during my childhood years.  Did we have magic toilet seats back then?

Ooh, speaking of magic potties, look what I just found!  Jill would LOVE to have one of these.  She likes anything that lights up.  And I truly mean anything.  

Anyway, one of these days I’m going to shift the wrong way and go flying across the room.

 

• How bad is it that I’m 38 years old and just recently found out that stainless steel isn’t magnetic?  And I only found this out when I went to put a magnet on my new refrigerator and it kept falling off?  I thought the magnet was defective until I tried the non-stainless side of the fridge.

I think I’ll just stick to my magnetic personality and stop worrying about being dumb as a post ignorant in some areas.

I did do some quick research , which informed me that some stainless is magnetic, but apparently my fridge is of the “austenitic” variety which has higher amounts of chromium and added nickel, making it un-magnetic.  Bet you didn’t know that!  And you can bet your ass I won’t know it two minutes from now.

  

• Dick.  Why would anyone name their child Dick?  I understand it’s a nickname for Richard, but why???  Was there some point in time when being referred to as “dick” wasn’t derogatory, therefore making for a cute nickname?

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the Brits go ahead and name a freaking dessert Spotted Dick.  Am I the only person who finds this inherently wrong? 

This could be the only time you’ll get the chance to say, “Hey honey, go put your dick in the microwave for two minutes, would ya?”

I  even found this on Wikipedia:

‘There are many nicknames for Spotted Dick including "Spotted Richard", "Dick in a box", "Dotted Lloyd", "Dick with a dot" and "Dickie Burton" as well as many others.’

I don’t care how refined and upper-crust those Brits think they are.  Honestly?  I think they’re fucked in the head.

 

 

 

 

Pssst! If you love me, you might love my sister more. Go visit her at Jill's Believe it or Not, and tell her I sent you!