I'm Not Strange, I'm Relaxed

There's a rumor going around that I'm weird. Or strange. Or something. I even got an award for it from Haggis, that cool Chihuahua who tries to help me out. (My mama got a couple awards too so it's not just me.)


There's a bunch of rules that go with this award, but my thumbs don't work the same as most bloggers so I'm just gonna steal what Haggis has:

The 'Strange Men in Pinstripe Suits' award is given to only the strangest of folk, and as the recipient of such you are deemed very strange indeed. Congratulations.

Now you must go forth and celebrate the strangeness of friends (and strangers - strangers are always allowed) by nominating blogs run by strange folk. *Beware, some people don't like you to refer to them as strange... Try to avoid them if possible.

I'm not gonna nominate anyone because I think everyone who follows my blog is, by default, kinda weird, but if you want to see where this started, there's this last bit:

And, if you email catephoenix(at)gmail(dot)com and tell her you've received the award for your strangeness, she'll enter you in the biggest kick-ass Strange Men competition ever. Details over at strangemeninpinstripesuits.com (click on the award link on the home page)

Really I'm just super happy that I'm the only dog running the show here -- the crazy dog left yesterday!

This is As Close to Facing Downward as I Get

I Am Not Pleased

Is This Part of the Training?

You know how mama says I need to go to obedience school? (whatever) Apparently I start in a couple weeks, plus she read some book with a dog guy on the front so now she has all these new ways of doing things with me.

All I know is the socks are harder to get to. Not impossible, but harder.

But that's not my point. You see, there's this other DOG in my house. And she's not very nice. She's bossy and barks at me and eats my food and--

Are you ready for this?

My grampa PETS her!

Is this some wacko form of training that I've never heard of? I know I need to make some friends (mama calls it socializing) but I don't think this woman is the way to do that.

Any suggestions?

What the... ?

Mama seems to think I shouldn't be in certain places in the house. Like behind the couch. I don't know why -- it's nice and cozy back there and no one bothers me.

Sure, I scratch the carpet before I lie down, but how else am I supposed to get it just right? Sheesh.

Well, she got an idea from a cousin of hers to put this shiny stuff where she doesn't want me to go.



Fine, she wins. There's plenty of other places I can rest.

*hurrumph*

A New Look. Again?

I think someone has too much time on her hands. She's gone and changed things here AGAIN.

*looks around*

I hafta say, I do kinda like the cleaner look. No extra fluff mussing things up.

She also went and got me my very own Facebook page! Not an account like a person -- just a fan page, or something like that. You can find it here.

She did insist that I share a couple outtakes with you.

I don't look my best, so please don't make too much fun of me.


She kept yap yap yapping at me, so I was trying to talk back!


Yes, there were treats involved.

So whaddya think?

Breakfast

What's your favorite breakfast food?

My meals are pretty boring. Mama gives me a scoop of these brown crunchy things in the morning and after she gets home from work, and they expect me to be satisfied with that. Ha!

I do get a lot of treats, though. Mama gives me a flake from her cereal every morning, but the BEST is when mamama gives me a chunk of her banana!

BANANA!

Have you HAD a banana? Nom nom nom nom nom.

I've been getting peanut butter lately too, but I think that's coming to an end. Mama's been shoving a pill in the middle, thinking she's all sneaky, but I know what's what. I just choose the peanut butter.