It's Christmas!

I don't really know what that means, but there's been lots of paper and cutting and tape and I keep getting yelled at for taking the paper and tape and stuff out of the trash. Sheesh, it's not like I ate the presents.

Anyways, mama says that because it's Christmas (and something about a new ear -- I'm not sure what that's about. I like my ears just fine) that I'm not gonna blog for the rest of the year. That seems like a really long time, but she acts like she knows what she's talking about.

So merry Christmas and I hope you like your new ears!

I have a Blockage

I can't think of anything to talk about. Mama says this happens to even the best writers, but I dunno. This sucks.

Is there anything you want to know about?

I Have a Bug!

Look what came in the mail yesterday!


It's my very own Bug! From auntybug. Have I mentioned how much she rocks?

I already pulled the tip off one of the dangling things on his head, and mama had to pull the insides out of the dangly thing so I wouldn't eat it, and I think I killed the squeaker, but I LOVE it!

I Got a Coat!

I wasn't really sure how I felt when mama pulled out my latest present -- well, after I tried to chew on it, of course -- but it's not so bad. It keeps me warm while we play outside in the snow, and I think it looks pretty cool.


Best of all it looks like a cape!


In case you follow me in a reader, come look at the blog. I have a new picture!

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Bad Girl!

This is what she gets for ignoring me for the past month.

Nom Nom Nom

They say you should eat a variety of colors... I'm just trying to get a balanced diet.

This Noveling Business Doesn't Do Much for Me

I don't know if you heard, but mama is trying to write a novel in a month. I guess there's a group of people inside her glowy box who think writing is cool and fun or something (seriously, have they tried playing with a sock?) and they all talk to each other blah blah blah.

How about she tries giving me treats every day for a month. Or playing with me? Or walking me?

Yeah, yeah, she does do that, but really? A whole month for writing? That's just silly.