Chicken Stuff

Mom started giving me some FreshPet chicken stuff last week. It is super-duper yummy, too. She found out about it from my friend Shawnee on Twitter.

Mom usually gives me some of the chicken stuff in the morning and some at night. Tonight, I was afraid she was going to forget to give me some, so I started bugging her about it. I growled at her and pawed at her until she finally figured out that it was time for my chicken stuff! I'm glad I didn't have to take any measures more drastic than that. I tried to get her to give me more chicken stuff after I ate the first round but she refused. She told me to eat my stupid doggie food. Can't blame me for trying!

You know, it's weird that Mom's not trying to give me all of those pills she used to give me. Used to be I'd have some in the morning and some at night -- right around the same times as when I get the chicken stuff now. Very strange. Maybe I just don't need those pills anymore!

Wait...you don't think she's hiding the pills in the chicken stuff, do you?

All of my Halloween Clothes

Mom's been getting me dressed up for Halloween every year since she adopted me. She loves it, and I put up with it 'cause I get extra cookies for being good. Works well for both of us!

So here are some of my looks from over the years...

The first year I lived with Mom, she made me a Tinkerbell costume. She sewed it all just for me. Made me feel pretty special, even if I couldn't stand the baby socks and barrette she made me wear! (Now these pictures are before I got my new haircut, so no giggling about that old 'do...)

The next year, I was a bumble bee. I wasn't a fan of the costume, especially the hat, so Mom tricked me by putting it on me when I was sleepy!

And then I was a lady bug. I wore the hat for Mom...but then I shook it off so that the antennas were at my chin!

I think after I was a lady bug, I was Snow White. I looked like such a dork that year...

Mom got me a princess outfit that year, too, that I didn't wear. I hated that thing. It didn't last long when she tried to make me wear it!

Stupid princess outfit...the aftermath...

Then I got to be a duckie. Quack, quack!

And then I was a chicken. Mom thought that was hysterical because I get scared a lot...so she says I'm a chicken anyway.

Last year I was a little Halloween witch. I got to go trick-or-treating at Grandma and Grandpa's house. That was fun!

Still not a fan of hats...

Mom also got me a princess outfit last year. This one was much better than the last princess outfit. I was supposed to wear it this year for Halloween, but, um, the costume shrunk and doesn't fit me very well now. At least the "costume shrinking" thing is the theory that I'm going with. Oh, well. I didn't really like this princess hat, either, but the dress was o.k..

Mom got me an extra costume for this year. She said it was on sale cheap and she couldn't pass it up! So I've got a luau girl outfit. (Would have been perfect for the luau party Aunt Katie threw for Mom and I!) It's pretty cute. The skirt kept making rustle noises and freaking me out, but I didn't try to shake it off. Mom turned my top around backwards 'cause she said you couldn't see any of the detail on it when it was on the right direction. She liked the little flowers, so to get them in the picture, she put it on me backwards. She's so silly!

And my official costume for this year just came in the mail today! Mom's pretty excited. Me? Well, you know that I just wear this stuff to humor her. Stay tuned for pictures! Mom says we have to wait until closer to Halloween for those!

Messing with Mom

Here's my new way of messing around with Mom...

She gives me all of these pills twice a day, and I decided that I like to eat them in my crate so she takes them there for me. She wraps all of my pills in this yummy chicken stuff, too. Let's face it...that's really the only draw for me. Wouldn't want the stupid pills on their own.

SO, I've got a pile of pills covered with chicky stuff down the hall in my office, and Mom's hanging out in the living room. Perfect opportunity for me. I've learned that I can actually chew all of the chicky stuff off of the pills and then leave the pills in a pile outside of my crate. All without Mom seeing a bit of it. She just finds the pile of my icky, slobbery pills.

Mom hates that. He he he!

I Win!

I think I won the battle of that nasty non-chicken-tasting medicine. Mom hasn't been trying to squirt it in my mouth! Last night and this morning she actually gave me some pieces of lunch meat, too. YUM. I love meat. Of course there was a little crunch when I ate once piece of meat last night and again this morning. I wonder if she slipped a pill in there. Oh, well. It's still better than having to taste that other nasty medicine!

She's still giving me that yummy rice, too. I think it's got some of that yogurt stuff in it, but I don't care 'cause it tastes so good.

Battles Continue

My mom rudely held my mouth shut this morning after she poked that nasty, liquid, non-chicken-tasting medicine in there! I held my ground, though, and still managed to spit some out at her. Got her PJs this time, and her arm, too. And splattered another spot on the carpet.

Sadly, I probably did the most damage to myself because it got all over my little chin. Now I smell that like that nasty, icky stuff! And I'm telling ya...it don't taste like chicken.

I did win a small battle this morning, however, when Mom took me outside to walk before she went to work. I presented her with a lovely pile of super-runny poo. That'll teach her to not give me the gross medicine!

The Medicine War: Day Two

The war wages on...Mom keeps trying to stick that stupid medicine down my throat and I keep trying to spit it out. We've battled several times now, but it's too early to declare a winner. I've been forced to swallow some medicine, but I've also managed to splatter:

• the wall (twice)
• Mom
• Mom's shirt
• the carpet
• my food mat
• my doggie bed
• another spot on the carpet
• and my chin.

And let me tell you...the medicine may smell like doggie food, but it sure don't taste like chicken...

YUCKY Medicine!

Mom got some new medicine for me. She said that it's the same as the other medicine for the bacteria buggies, but it's just liquid instead of a pill. I guess she wasn't happy with the fact that I've been refusing to take the pills.

Mom said that the stuff is supposed to taste like chicken for me, too. WRONG. She squirted that gross stuff in my mouth and I nearly died. So icky! It was completely not what I expected. I kept trying to spit it out, but couldn't. Got some of it on the carpet, and some on my chin, but I had to eat the rest of the nasty, nasty stuff. I let Mom know just how I felt about it. I ran across the living room, trying to spit it out and wipe my face on the carpet at the same time.

Yuck!

Howling Good Time

Mom took me to the PetSmart Howl-o-ween party tonight. It was pretty cool. We stood in a long, long line and had our picture taken. Then we went on a costume parade around the store. I did get sorta bored, though. We stood around a lot and waited. There were a TON of other doggies there, too. Some were a little too friendly, if you ask me. There are only so many times I can stand having another doggie sniff my rear in one night. I hid behind Mom a lot.

Everyone loved my costume, though. Mom dressed me as a chicken. She kept telling people that I'm scared all of the time, so a chicken outfit was perfect. She even told a few people that I'm a chicken all of the time, but I was just in costume tonight. I was so embarrassed! (I can't stand that chicken hat, by the way. It really bugs me!)

I wish we would have been able to play some doggie games or something at the party. I would SO love to "bob for hot dogs!" Good thing Mom took some cookies with us -- they didn't have any food for doggies...only cookies for people (which wasn't fair!).

I was so tired by the time we left that I could barely make it to the car. I just flopped on the seat on the drive home.