Thursday, November 29, 2007
I must say, I learned all sorts of things that evening. My new favorite word now is fierce. My new favorite phrase, "Girlfriend, that looks fierce on you!" I didn't know that men had better dressing sense than women did (my Daddy is an exception). On one episode, they had the people there create something for Sarah Jessica Parker (Mommy doesn't think she is all that, whatever that means); then on the next one, they had to make an outfit for Tikki Barber. Mommy got all excited because he played for the NY Giants and we used to live in NYC. So they had male models come in -- whew! even I got slightly excited. For humans, they were pretty impressive-looking. Daddy came in and started watching also -- I pointed out that they didn't wear those embarrassing rain boots that Daddy has (Daddy was not amused). Now, can someone explain what the difference is between a straight guy and a homosexual guy . . .?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I like to think of this as a gigantic toothpick
On a different note, I want to give my Daddy a big hug for staying calm and collected today while he was taking on the Borough officials. There was some legal snafu with his trying to start up his diving business; but he managed to get through it and now he is approved to begin establishing his own little scuba diving emporium. Yay!!
Monday, November 26, 2007
This is me looking in disbelief as this goofy lab is obviously begging for attention and love. Talk about laying it on too thick . . .
If you need adoration, this is how it's done. Voila! -- no begging required.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Not horrified enough? Take a closer look:
I don't think I need to say anything else, do I? Pretty appalling, eh? I know it rains all the time in Ketchikan, but come on, don't embarrass me when we are going for our walks.
Daddy please -- get some fashion help!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
And then, Mommy was sad because it gets so dark here early. She was working and looked out her window and saw it was pretty dark; she thought it was like 8pm. But she checked her watch and it was only 3:30pm! Talk about seasonal depression! I don't mind because I nap most of the day anyway.
Daddy was trying to cheer Mommy up by giving me the Princess Leia look.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
My parents drove to Mount Hood to see what all the fuss was all about. They tell me that people try climbing that mountain all the time. It was quite foggy and rainy that day so they couldn't see very much.
This is me after Daddy has picked me up. We were picking Mommy up at work. Notice how my red harness is sliding around on me -- I swear I must have lost weight during my time in the kennel.
I am trying to jump out the window into Mommy's arms.
Back at home.
It's not called spoiled. It's called being loved!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
I am pretending not to hear Mommy as she is telling me to get off the chair.
Change of tactics -- I think looking sad might be the key to get me on this trip. Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Here I am wondering what the heck Daddy is doing with the dummy
Daddy was trying to give me the rabbit ears, but I was onto him!
Friday, November 9, 2007
Being the helpful little pug that I am, I decided to help Daddy start the fireplace.
Isn't this a nice, comforting fire in our wood stove?
I needed to make sure the fire was burning evenly on both sides. Supervising is hard work.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
So, I have a confession to make: I am super addicted to Greenies. This is not an endorsement of any type (although free Greenies from the manufacturer will be graciously accepted), but I have been hiding this shameful secret for awhile. They say the first step to kicking an addiction is to admit you have one, so here I am, taking the first step -- I AM A Greenie JUNKIE.
This is me attacking the leftover plastic bag
As you can seem, I am a "Petite" fan
C'mon, c'mon, there's gotta be one more in there!
Monday, November 5, 2007
Mommy was so happy that Daddy was coming home, she decided to make her first-ever apple pie. I was supervising from the sofa. As she was rolling out the dough, I told her she needed more flour as the dough was cracking and sticking to the rolling pin. She asked me how many pies I had made before. Harumph! I was only trying to help . . . But she did let me taste test the first piece: it was quite yummy, although the crust was funny-looking (I didn't tell Mommy). Mommy also made some cheese-egg dish for Daddy, but he wouldn't eat it because it was "too rich". Huh? NO such thing. I told Mommy I would eat it, so she gave me some to try. Unfortunately for me, I keep forgetting that eggs make me throw up (except when it is well-hidden, like in cake or cookie mix). As soon as I finished the food, bam! I felt the contractions of my stomach and in a few short minutes, barfed up the entire meal. Oh well.
Daddy felt bad for me, so he gave me extra loving that night . . .
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
First of all Grandma and Aunt Judy left and took Daddy with them. Who is going to walk me during the day? Mommy says it is about time I learn to pee on the "designated areas". Who is she kidding? I am a wild Alaskan pug and I pee wherever I want to pee!
And then Mommy took me to work with her so I can meet the kids that were coming around for trick-or-treating. I though whoo-wee! I get to go someplace new and show off my cuteness. So we get there and the next thing I know, boomph! the lobster costume is on me. I am trying to stare my Mommy down and show my displeasure, but she and her co-workers are busy laughing at me. I didn't think it was so funny . . .
So here I am wandering the hall, meeting new people when someone shouts, "the kids are here." I zip off towards the door and run into a pack of little, screaming, slobbering human tots. I realized my mistake and tried to turn around but I was quickly surrounded. I looked for any escape routes, but the toddler pack quickly closed in -- I was trapped! I cannot tell you how not fun it was being petted, kissed, slobbered on by 20 young humans. Those little monsters ripped my lobster costume right off -- I started fearing for my life. But then the adult humans accompanying the children finally restored some order and began peeling the kids off me. And I fought back -- I started licking a few of them. They squealed and ran away. Those little ones smell nice but they act weird. Anyway, Mommy thought I had enough so we went home after that. The only good news is that my lobster costume is pretty much a goner . . .