The best birthday present ever!

So last night, Mom gave me my birthday present from my bff Rigby and his sister Grace. (Notice that Mom has NOT bought me a birthday present! I didn't even get to eat one of her tasty socks that came back from vacation with her!). I got a card, a squeaky kong like toy and 2 biscuits-but Mom only let me eat one. The squeaky toy is the BEST toy ever! When Mom first gave it to me, I smelled it all over. Then I licked it. I didn't even realize that it made noise! Then Mom picked it up and squeaked it. I fell in love instantly. It made a great noise. I sat down (with my back end wiggling in anticipation) like I do when Mom and I play fetch. She threw it and I ran to get it, grabbed it and squeaked it like crazy. Then I ran around squeaking estatically! I wonder why Mom never bought me an awesome present like this! I only stopped playing with it when Mom offered me a biscuit! It was the biggest biscuit ever! And so tasty! Thanks Rigby and Grace! I love it! Here's some photos that Dad took!

Mom's back!

Now that is both good and bad. Bad in that I have grown accustomed to MY spot in the bed (and Mom is not much for bouncy dogs in the bed at night). In fact this is how I pretty much spent the 3 weeks that Mom was gone-snuggling with Dad:

Notice that Mom likes to sleep on MY side of the bed and usually banishes me to my condo (aka her nightstand). She also does not appreciate me drooling on her pillows. So that is done, I'm back in the condo-even though I try to dig my way out and bark at night now to bug Mom.
    The good part? Walks are back. Even though I hurl myself down on the ground and refuse to budge to aggravate Mom, I do like a god stroll. Especially when we walk past the acorn tree. I like to sniff each acorn and sample some each time we pass. Scruffs and sleeping on Mom's lap are good. And she always gives me a little taste of what she is eating. Mostly cause I jump on her lap and stare sadly at her until she does. And the clothes she brings back from vacation always smell awesome. I did miss her, so I've spent a lot of time lying on her so that she knows I care.

Safety first

Today is Mom's last blog for a couple of weeks as she is going away and Dad is too busy to blog. I for one am glad she is going cause lately I fear for my life with her around. It started a couple of weeks ago...
   Usually I am in charge of my concussions. As my head is the hardest part of my body, I do not hesitate to use it for crashing into things and bumping things! I run like a mad dog down the hallway and crash into the wall. That is how I roll. But one morning Mom decided to give me a concussion. She let me out of my condo and put on my collar and leash. I responded by grabbing a sock and running around with it, forgetting that I was on my leash and catchable. Mom cut to the chase, said HAHA! and stepped on my leash. As I was running, this forced me up short and propelled me into the door with a loud thud! Mom was horrified, but I walked it off.
  Today however, we came very close to needing an ambulance! Mom was emptying out Mr. Freckles tub of water in the backyard as she is going away and wanted to give him a clean home. She was scooping out his water with a  smaller bucket and dumping it in the tomato garden. She got to the bottom and there was NO MR. FRECKLES! Mom was wondering if a bird or a cat had gotten him when she heard a small splashing noise. She had accidently dumped Mr. Freckles in the tomato garden! Or so she says. She grabbed Mr. Freckles and dumped him into some water.  She cleaned out the tub and put Mr. Freckles back in his home. That was a close call!  And that I why I am glad that Mom is going away for some R and R. It will be much safer without her!

A public bath-could life get any worse?

Mom (and sometimes Dad) sometimes seem to go out of their way to humiliate me.Today was a prime example. We went for a ride in the car. We didn't seem to be heading towards the bad places (the woofer wash-where I get hosed down yet also possibly get antlers-or to the dog park, where sometimes dogs are quite mean!) but we didn't seem to be headed anywhere good (the library, Rigby's estate....). I decided to enjoy the ride and climbed on Mom so I could stick my head out the window (don't worry, she keeps a tight grip on me). We got to a big parking lot and got out. One of the stores smelled pretty good. It was right next to a store called 5 below. Dad went inside and Mom made me walk around outside first. Finally we went inside and it smelled great! There was dog food everywhere and snacks and toys. I was quite happy to look around. But then,  suddenly, Mom grabbed me and put me in a bathtub! Oh no! I've been dopnapped and brought to yet another public bath! It was horrible. Mom hosed me down and put stinky shampoo all over me. I howled in distress but that just made all the people in the store turn and look at me. No one tried to save me! She hosed me off again then stuck on even stinkier conditioner! After I was hosed off, Dad came over and toweled me off. Then they turned a big fan on me. Now, sadly, I am totally fluffy and really don't smell like myself. Now I kinda understand  how my bff feels with freshly cleaned carpets and new furniture. It is like being in an alternate universe!