Chillaxin'

Mama's been spending a lot of time on the deck lately, so I keep watch back here too.

Standing Guard

There's a lot to keep track of around here. Birds, deer, bunnies (not that I've ever actually SEEN one of these elusive bunnies. Or deer for that matter. I think they're making them up to get me all riled up. And they say I'm trouble.)

Anyway, good thing I have someplace to sit so I can see everything. Otherwise something might slip by.

New Pictures!

Mama helped me make a new header for my blog! What do you think?

I also made her give me a new profile picture since I was still a baby in my other one. Now it looks more like me.

Foxy

This is my fox. I bring it to mama to SHOW her, but then she won't let go.


Okay, maybe I WANT her to do this.


Yeah, this is fun.


Do you have a fox you can chew on? I highly recommend it.

Consolation Prize

I got a fancy new haircut earlier this week, but no one warned me they were gonna put a BOW on me!


True, it's on the side -- not my head -- and it does look kinda jaunty, but still! A bow! Thankfully mama cut it off yesterday.

To reward me for my good behavior (Mama wasn't there so she doesn't know all the sneaky stuff I pulled with those nice ladies. But we won't tell her.) she bought me a new toy!

I learned how to catch last week and I'm getting really good, so she got me something new to catch. Look! It's a monkey!


He tastes really good and he has a little string on top of his head, just like my penguin. It's turning into a zoo here!

And Now I Get Big Boy Food?

Mama came home with a different kind of food last night. It looks kinda the same as what I normally eat, except she said it's for big boys.

*prances about*

I wonder why the pieces are smaller then? Either way, she says it's for dogs that have "high energy" so I guess it'll make it easier for me to leap across the furniture.

As if I need help.

This Growing Up Thing is Kinda Cool

I learned a new trick!

Maybe I should back up. One of my most favoritest games in the world is to grab my sock* or rope (tug-tug) or whatever and have mama or grampa or mamama pull on the other end. I'm really strong so it's fun for them too. We could do this for hours, seriously.

Last weekend mama made me drop my sock, then told me to sit in front of her, then she threw the sock at me. Not hard or anything -- it just kinda floated towards me -- and would you believe IT FELL IN MY MOUTH!

MY SOCK!

She got really excited and we've been doing this ever since. Last night she called it "catch" and I can grab my sock outta the air from three or four feet away. Mamama was talking about trying a ball next, and I can't wait!

The only thing I think I'm doing wrong is I keep trying to catch the sock with my feet. Mama said I can't do that, but that's how SHE catches things, so I don't see why I shouldn't do that too...




*They finally caved and gave me my own sock. I guess they realized it was futile to resist my powers.

I Don't Think They Mean Ice Cream

Last night they were talking about a cone and wondering how I'd be able to get through my doggie door with one. Then mamama was talking about some other dog and how his cone would scoop up snow, and that sounds kind of cool.

Does this mean they're getting me a snow cone?

Searching for My Roots

One of my favorite things to do also gets me in a lot of trouble: digging. In Mexico we used to go to the beach a lot and I was allowed to gigantic dig holes that were nice and cool and kept me out of the sun, but HERE I get yelled at.

Mama was on the deck over the weekend and was too busy looking at her glowy box to notice what I was doing.


Lucky for me she let me stay there since I'd already dug the hole, but when the sun chased me away she was on me like a HAWK and wouldn't let me dig another. That's okay, I'll just make another one when she goes to work.

*grins*

Maybe Agility Training Would Be Cool

There's this game I like to play where I run REALLY REALLY fast around and around the room, bouncing off the furniture as I go. If my people are there I go back and forth between them, but the main goal is to fly through the air and bounce off the back of the couch. Not the part where they sit on -- the back.

I first learned to do this in Mexico and I could cover ten feet with only two steps on the ground. Mama always seemed very impressed so I push myself to jump farther and farther. At our new house the couch rocks so it took a little getting used to, but now I use that movement to launch back into the air.

It's fun. Seriously.

The other night I was racing around the living room and my grampa was sitting on the couch, but instead of jumping next to him I decided to go BEHIND him. Holy moly! Can you say FUN? All three of them started laughing, so of course I did it again.

And again.

Mama said it looked like I was riding a skateboard on a ramp, whatever that means. All I know is I could jump from the ground, to the back of the couch, take two steps behind him (still on the back of the couch) then launch back to the floor.

I tried doing it where mama was sitting but I ended up diving straight into her chest. Maybe next time.

Hellllllllllp Hiiiiiiiiim!

He's dying! My penguin's dying!

Somebody DO SOMETHING!!!

*pauses*

*cocks head to show the depth of the listening*

Oh, you mean they can live without a wing?

Are you sure?

*sniffs penguin*

Can you fix him anyway? Just to make sure?

A New Plan of Attack

If mama won't let me on the computer, maybe I need to find another way to get through to her. She spends a lot of time with these paper things. I don't get what's so cool about them -- they don't make noise or smell very exciting -- but she's a little obsessed.

This one looks kinda interesting...

*sniff*

Mama's been gone ALL week -- well, she comes home at night but after I'm already asleep -- and she still hasn't shown me how to turn on the computer.

*pouts and looks adorable*

That usually works...