Cheetos from Grandma

Look at what Grandma bought for me... It's a Lexi-sized bag of Cheetos! That's right -- my very own bag. She knows I love Cheetos so she picked these up just for me. How cool is that?! Thanks, Grandma!



Hmmm... Now how do I get this bag open???

Visiting Grandma and Grandpa!

Mom surprised me Saturday morning with a trip to see Grandma and Grandpa! We haven't gone there in a long time 'cause Mom had the flu and our car was broken before then. That meant that I hadn't gotten to see my grandparents in a long, long time. I was SO excited when Mom told me we were going.

We actually went to visit my Uncle Matt and Aunt Kiana before we went to Grandma and Grandpa's house. My dog cousin Dakota lives there, along with some of my people cousins. The baby people cousin was so funny. He kept squealing really loud and laughing when I walked by him. He did that over and over again. It was funny. Mom said he really likes me. She helped him pet me a couple of times, but she was super careful -- she didn't want him to pull my fur. I didn't want that, either!

So we visited them and then went to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Guess who showed up right after we got there? Hossy and Uncle Weenie (a.k.a. Uncle Marty)! Hoss is my buddy. We played in the backyard for a while and everyone stayed outside watching us. Then we went inside and hung out there for a while. Mom's Uncle Barton and Aunt Ginny came by to visit, too. Haven't seen them in a long, long time. Uncle Barton was a weenie, though, 'cause he meowed at me like Uncle Marty does!

I may or may not have had a little accident in the living room during our visit. Shhh. Don't tell.

It was a long day of visiting, and I was super-duper tired when we left to drive home. I was sound asleep on Mom's lap on the way home and I had another dream about peeing on trees. Yeah...I did it again... I peed on Mom in the car. Oops! At least she can't get mad at me for that. I didn't mean to do it. I was asleep!

Videos for Veteran's Day

Mom told me that yesterday was Veteran's Day. She said that's a day when people honor the soldiers who fight for our freedoms. One freedom, for example, is the ability to own cute, adorable little doggies like me. I'm sure another important freedom would be the ability for Mom to buy me lots of that yummy chicken stuff.

Anyway, Mom found a blog post and showed it to me, and I decided I had to put the link on MY blog. It's a blog post on the "Mental Floss" blog (no idea what that means, but it's what Mom said) where they put together all sorts of videos of doggies when they first get to see their soldiers after the soldiers have been away on duty. People get really happy when their soldiers come home, but it isn't often that you get to hear about how happy the dogs are. And let me tell you that we get JUST as happy!

So enjoy those cool videos. Mom said to tell you that you might want to get a tissue handy.

And thanks to all of those soldiers who keep our freedoms safe!

My Weekend

I love weekends. They're usually stay-home days for Mom and I...and this weekend was a perfect stay-home weekend with lots of Mom-time for me!

We practiced our napping skills all day on Saturday. Mom's still getting over that flu bug, so she was really super tired. I didn't mind, though, 'cause I'm a super napper.

We went for a walk around our pond, too. That was awesome because we haven't done that since Mom got her flu bug. I walked slow, just to take it easy on her. I was really excited, though, to check out my pond smells.

And Saturday night, do you know where Mom and I went? To the doggie store! We had to go buy some cookies, so off to the store we went. I love to go shopping. A doggie at the store tried to eat me, so that put a damper on the trip. Mom let me wander around and sniff, though, and that's always a good thing.

Got to ride in the car on Sunday, too. Mom said that doggies weren't allowed in the grocery store, though, so I had to wait in the car. I wasn't too thrilled about that. I guess that was partly my fault, though, 'cause Mom tried to get me to stay at home. I insisted on going with her and threw a little fit. She caved, of course. But then I ended up sitting in the car at the store. She wasn't gone very long, and then she got me some French fries after the grocery store. That made everything fine by me!

So it was a great weekend for Mom and I. I just wish she didn't have to go back to work tomorrow...

10 Things about Me

I read my friend Shawnee's blog today and saw that she passed on a passer-on thing to me! Here's the passer-on thing...it's this picture...

So what I'm supposed to do now is to write 10 things about myself. Shouldn't be too hard to do since I'm one of my favorite subjects...right up there with meat, of course.

1. I'll start with my family. It's Mom and I. I'm an only-child and she's an only-Mom. I like it this way, though, 'cause that means that I don't have to share her and she doesn't have to share me. I've got a really cool Grandma and Grandpa, too. (Grandma actually bought me my very own bag of Cheetos. She rocks!) I've got several dog cousins. Some people cousins, too. And aunts and uncles. My uncle Marty is mean, though. He "meows" at me and says "here, kitty kitty." He's a weenie.

2. I rode a motorcycle years ago. I did not enjoy it. Uncle Marty (the weenie referenced above) was supposed to pick me up from my grandparents' house and take me to my Mom. What did he do? He zipped me into his winter coat with him so that only my little head stuck out, right up by his chin. And then he drove me there on his motorcycle! I nearly peed on him. I was SO happy to see my mom. Uncle Marty thought he was funny. Mom was not amused.

3. Mom adopted me when I was two years old. I used to live with a different family and they had lots of people and lots of other animals. All the other dogs were really super mean to me, though. They ganged up on me all the time. I couldn't ever play with toys 'cause they took the toys away from me. I was underweight, too, 'cause the dogs never let me eat. All that changed when Mom adopted me, though. Now I rule the house! I still get pretty scared around other dogs. I don't want to be bullied like that ever again.

4. I pee like a boy. There, I said it. I like to sniff everything outside, and then I hike a leg and potty like a boy dog. I pee on trees. I'll even do hand-stands sometimes so that I can pee higher up on trees. It's a talent. It really confused Mom, though, until she got used to it. Now people think I'm a boy dog when we go for walks. Mom thinks it's funny.

5. I've got lots of ouchies and I'm supposed to take lots of pills and medicines. Here's my list of ouchies:

• dry eye -- mom makes me take eye drops twice a day
  
• arthritis -- got a pill for this one
  
• bad teeths -- vet stole 10 teeth already from me
• bladder stones -- got two horse-size pills for these each day. I've had surgery twice, too.
  
• liver failure (probably from a shunt) -- got a pill for this and some icky, sticky liquid medicine. Also have special doggie food that is rather yucky.
  

My vet says that I'm lucky that I'm so cute and that my Mom loves me so much. Isn't that just her job, though? He he he.

6. I love to write poetry. I've posted lots of it here on my blog. Mom helps me sometimes. One of my animal friends from Twitter called me the puppy paw-et laureate. I thought that was funny.

7. I'm scared of my food bowl. I won't eat food out of a bowl or off of a plate of any sort. I make Mom put my food on a food mat on the floor. And she tried to switch the food mat once but I would have nothing to do with that new impostor. She had to bring the old mat back before I'd go near my food.

8. I've got my own TV. (I bet you're jealous now!) I watch QVC on my very own TV all day long while Mom's at work. It's a little TV, but it's the perfect size for me. Mom put it right by my office door (my office is my crate, of course). Perfect viewing location for me. Sadly, my TV is starting to get funky, though, 'cause it's old. The colors don't really look right anymore. Mom said Grandma is going to give me her old TV, though, so that I have a better one to watch. I told you my Grandma rocks!

9. My favorite song is the Cookie Monster song. That's 'cause I'm a cookie-eating maniac. I love cookies! I don't know why Mom bothers giving me nasty dog food. She should just give me cookies! I get all excited when Mom sings the Cookie Monster song to me because she usually follows it up with cookies. All she has to do is start to say "'C' is for..." and I go crazy!

10. I am an expert at begging. I get SO much stuff just because I can really put on a cute face. It helps, of course, that I'm so adorable to begin with. I've discovered that it's pretty easy to con Mom out of all sorts of food. I just have to give her that "I'm so cute" look and she melts every time. She won't give me tons of people food because she claims I'm supposed to only eat my stupid prescription doggie food. I'm still working on that...

Ta dah! There's the 10 things about me that I was supposed to write. And now I'm supposed to pass the passer-on thing to more animal friends. Hrm. It looks like most of my friends have already done it, though, so I'm not sure who to pass it on to. Anybody want to take the passer-on thing?

Mail from Las Vegas!

Guess what... Today the mailman brought me TWO postcards! Isn't that cool? They were both from my friend Smokey from Twitter.

Smokey is a poodle doggy and he lives far away in a place called Las Vegas, Nevada. Mom really, really likes that place because there's a big store there that only sells M&M stuff. And if you know my Mom, you know she looooves that M&M stuff. Our entire house is full of it! She went to that store once, but it was way back before she adopted me. So that was like 49 years ago (in dog years, of course).

Anyway, Smokey's dad went to get a postcard for Smokey to send to me and you know what he did? He took a picture of that store for my Mom. Cool, huh? Here's the picture he took:


Mom was pretty excited to see that picture. (Silly, Mom!) Now on to something more exciting (in my opinion, of course, and not Mom's)... Here is a picture of me with my TWO postcards from Smokey!


I gave 'em both a really good sniff. Had to check out my mail!


One of the postcards said "Las Vegas" on it and it had a picture of the city at night. The other one had M&M men on it and it said "M&M World." That's the name of the store that Mom likes there.

So I checked out my mail, but then all of the sudden I realized that one of my postcards was missing. I only have ONE postcard from Smokey and not two! I looked and looked...



Looked all over, but I couldn't find the postcard. Now there's only one person who could have stolen my M&M World postcard. That's my Mom. So to her I say, "GIVE ME BACK MY POSTCARD, you M&M thief!"


Yes, my Mom's in big trouble...

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?