A very good christmas

Today Mom took AT, me and Bastille to the library to see my bff Grace! It was a lot of fun even though Bastille had a fit and was very nippy to people. That didn't bother me, cause then more people pet me cause I DON'T BITE! Mom took some photos of us after the library and the bank (where we got doggie biscuits!)

 This is a christmas photo of Dad and Bastille under the Doctor Who blanket!

This is us after the library and the bank-it was exhausting saying hello to everyone! Bastille likes his little bed. I had a small red bed that my Grandma bought me-but then I ate it!

 

This is the toy that Mom and Dad scared me with last year! Bastille just tried to eat it!

Are you edible?

Here are some photos of me and my little brother Bastille. Notice how he has a particularily evil glint in his eyes. like he is contemplating chomping on me!

Mecki is right

Mecki is right! Mom is super mean! A couple of nights ago she tried to choke me to death! I saw that she had a box of treats. So I bounced up and down in my pen to get her attention. She ignored me of course. She went and gave Mecki a dog biscuit and it smelled really good. Finally she came and got me out of my pen. She offered me a doggy biscuit and I INHALED it! And it was so big that I couldn't breathe! I was choking and gasping for air, but then I managed to spit part of it out. Was Mom worried at all? She just said, in a very mean voice, "Little piggy you need to learn to chew!". Even Mecki thought that was a little rude.
  Actually, I  agree more with Mom. Bastille should learn some manners. He wants to eat EVERYTHING! Mom has been giving me a treat, and he has run over and grabbed it out of my mouth. And he always tries to eat MY food too. But then again, Mom can be mean.

A new bed

A new bed does not make up for the fact that, 
a) Mom sent me away and I had to sleep somewhere else for a night
b) She is making me wear the cone of shame
c) something feels/seems different about me, but I can't put a paw on it, Mecki suggested that I check for dewclaws, but mine are still here!
d) I did NOT get fed!

Anyway, I now have a nice soft bed to lie on in my wooden box. And Mom was nice enough to put it in the corner that I lie in, cause it is by the radiator and nice and warm. Mom had tricked me into the car cause I like to go for rides. But then we ended up at the Vet and someone came and took me from Mom. And didn't bring me back! They put me in a crate and didn't feed me. Then they took me out and I took a long nap but when I woke up, stuff didn't feel right. And no one gave me any food. Then the next day I got a miniscule amount of food but then I saw Mom! She came back for me! Mom said she missed my snoring. We went home and Mecki said he missed me too! Mom refused to give me all my food too! But after eating I got a piece of cheese!

I think that this time I was very lucky not to go for a ride in the car. When Mom took Bastille out, I was angry, cause I like to go for rides. But when Mom came home, there was no Bastille! I just thought that Mom was tired of his biting. And that night I got to lounge on the couch with Mom, Dad and Grandpere without fear of someone chomping on me. That night when I went to bed, it was a wee bit quieter too, without Bastille snoring (although Dad made up for that!). The next morning, I had forgotten there was no Bastille and when I ran over to his (really mine) crate , it was empty. Later that day, Bastille was back! I guess Mom decided to give him another chance. He smells a little different and he said he felt a little different but we couldn't figure out what had changed. I told him to check his dewclaws cause Mom is sneaky about stuff like that.

A visitor

We got another visitor. It was my Aunti Joan. She stopped by to give me lots of pets and hugs and belly rubs. Oh and she said hi to Bastille too. Mom has been very busy lately so she hasn't written much about us. While she was on vacation, I ate my Grandpere's beret-he is staying with us-and it was very tasty.
   Since Mecki is busy being super nice to everyone and eating berets, I came up with a job for me. I protect the family from LEAVES OF EVILNESS! Whenever I am outside playing or taking a walk with Mom, I make sure that any leaves that are hanging around or dare to blow near us and swiftly taken care of and destroyed! I lunge, chase , bite and shred! Mom said that I am doing a very good job!

Someone call the tooth fairy and ask for treats instead of money!

I lost a tooth! Then I found it and then I tried to eat it! Last night I was sitting on the couch chewing on Dad's very itchy wool blanket when it snagged my tooth and popped it out! I didn't really notice until I started searching for something to eat and found it. So I grabbed it and started chewing on it. Mom asked Dad what I was eating. Dad then stuck his yucky fingers in my mouth and found my tooth. If Mom would actually feed me, I wouldn't be forced to eat my own teeth! No one put it under my pillow so I didn't get any treats from the tooth fairy.
     That Bastille is really crazy. Not only does he steal all my toys, jump all over me and eat my food, but he eats his teeth! When my teeth fell out I didn't even notice and swallowed them all! I didn't let Mom and Dad get their hands on them.  I will admit that it is horrifying when Dad sticks his fingers in your mouth.

My busy week of being called mean names by MOM

I have had a busy week of Mom being mean and making fun of me! (mean names highlighted for your convenience) First of all , she decided that I was a cuckoo. When she opens my crate in the morning, I come out cautiously-you never know what could be lurking outside-Mecki, Dad, other scary things. So I pop out of the crate a couple of times. First I stick my head out, then scoot back in, then I'll put my front paws out to test the waters and scoot back in. After a couple of tries where nothing has attacked me, I'll come all the way out ( or if a treat is involved, I will pop right out). Mom commented to Dad that I was like the cuckoo in a cuckoo clock and it was like 8:00 according to how many times I popped in and out. I thought that was quite rude! Patience is a virtue (except when food is involved!).
     A couple of days later, she came up with another nickname, Little Piggy. Just cause I am constantly starving (cause she won't give me more than 1 cup of food a day!!!!), is no reason to resort to name calling. She had put me in my pen in the kitchen and I had devoured my food (and in yet another rude thing to do, Mom put a bone shaped toy in my food bowl and pours the food around it, so I can't just vacuum it up, I have to push the bone around to get to food! Mom thinks this slows down my eating) and I was still starving. So when Mom left the room, I climbed out of my pen and ran into the living room. I pushed Mecki away from his bowl (he's never hungry anyway) and ate his food. Mom came out and found me and yelled at me! She put me back in my pen and refilled Mecki's bowl. Then she went to take the garbage out and I escaped again! Guess where she found me? Yup, on my third breakfast. This is why there is now a gate and two chairs surrounding my pen, plus the kitchen gate is up so that even when I escape, I cannot leave the kitchen!
     Ok, now for the meanest name of all. Mom said I looked like a very Fat Frog! But then she changed it to a Fat Toad to be more PC. Hello!!!! I am a French Bulldog! The term Frog is a very mean term for French people!!!! This just shows the extreme meanness of Mom. She called me this after watching my method of escape. Basically, I jump up and stick my front paws over the wood and hold myself up. (this is when Mom says I look like a Fat Frog. Then I kick maniacally with my back feet until I can pop over the top. See below:

 I got Mom back however. I was sitting on her lap, licking her, luring her into a false sense of security and then all of a sudden, I chomped on her chin!
      I don't feel sorry for Bastille at all! He deserves all those names! He steals all my toys (and won't share his), eats my food (and doesn't give me any of his, and even tries to take stuff out of my mouth!), and is overall quite naughty. Unlike me.
     

 

Revenge

Saturday was a pretty horrible day in our house. Bastille was in his pen and I was relaxing in the living room when I noticed that Dad seemed to be on a mission. All of a sudden he grabbed me and brought me into the bathroom. Being that the bathroom is generally off limits, being suddenly invited into it can only mean one thing. A BATH! As you well know (if you read my blog), I am NOT a big fan of water-except for drinking, ice cubes and snow. I had spent a great deal of time perfecting my smell. I had been digging holes in the backyard with Bastille, rolling around with Bastille and generally insuring that I smelled great. Well Dad put an end to that. He put me in the bathtub and used the medicated soap. That made the bath last even longer. First I have to have shampoo on me for 10 minutes, then a rinse, then 10 minutes of conditioning. It was horrible. When Dad finally let me out, I wandered sadly into the kitchen, completely depressed. That only lasted a minute though, cause I saw Dad going over to Bastille who he grabbed and brought into the bathroom. Hurrah I thought , at least the little monster will suffer too!
And suffer I did! Mecki had told me all about baths, and Mom had stuck me in the sink for a bath once! They are horrible! I thought I smelled quite good. Mecki had drooled on me a lot and I had been digging and rolling in the backyard, so I was not quite so white as before. Dad tossed me in the bathtub and gave me a bath with puppy soap! Then  he put me in the kitchen with Mecki to dry off. This is when we plotted our revenge. Or mostly I plotted while Mecki listened. And our revenge took place yesterday and was glorious!
    Yesterday, Dad came home at lunch to fix the back door. He took the chair that Mom put by my pen (which stops me from jumping out-yes, I CAN climb over 2ft high walls with ease!). He sat on the chair to fix the door, then let us play outside for a while. When he left, he forgot to a) put the chair back and b) put up the kitchen gate! Success is mine, I barked, or as Mom says quacked, to Mecki as I clambered out of my pen. Mecki and I spend the entire afternoon playing in the living room and hallway. I drank all of Mecki's water and then watered the floor. I also ate Mecki's food. When we  heard Dad's key in the door, we both ran over to say hi. Wasn't he surprised! Mom came home a few minutes later, she was NOT amused.

Monster Puppy

Bastille is still being a little monster but Mom is trying to get him to stop biting me. Mom has a routine in the morning now which works out well. I get to come out of my crate first and go downstairs with Mom. We go out for a walk and Mom prepares the food and water. It's nice and peaceful. But then it ends. Mom goes and puts up the fence blocking my route upstairs. She goes upstairs and releases the krakken (aka Bastille). Now that he knows how to come down the stairs, I'm glad Mom puts up the fence-although he did knock it over on me one morning. Mom took some videos.

Here I am running upstairs after my 9:30pm walk! I am much faster than Mecki!

This is what happens when I can get out of my crate in the morning. First Mom grabs me and stuffs me into my harness. Then I am free to fly downstairs at warp speed! Once I went so fast that I knocked the fence down on Mecki-he was very grumpy about it.

Then once the fence is gone, I zip past Mecki and try to hurl myself into the pen to get to my food (since Mom does NOT feed me enough)

Here is Mecki getting revenge for all the time I chomp on his ears.

Just wait until I gain 15 more pounds!

Mecki better watch out! Every day I'm getting bigger and soon he won't be able to stomp all over me! Here are some movies of us having fun!

Bastille seems to be getting bigger every day! I think it is because he is always trying to steal my food. In fact he is always trying to steal everything that I am playing with! It is quite rude! Plus he gets way to angry about being squashed! He needs to learn that he is the 2nd puppy, not the 1st  like me!

 

And when I was bad, I was very very bad...

I have been a very bad puppy this weekend-at least according to Mom. Although you couldn't tell by looking at me, I am that cute and cuddly!

 Here is what I did:
1. discovered that I can completely shred and rip to pieces all the newspaper in my pen. Mom said she  might rent me out as a shredder!
2. Stole a carrot and a piece of apple from Mecki's bowl, with no regrets!
3. Created a new game called "I'm not touching you!". I play this when Mecki is chilling out and not gnawing on my appendages. I run towards him but swerve off at the last minute. I do this continuously until he gets annoyed and chases me and chomps on my appendages.
4. I attacked Mecki ferociously after taunting him into chasing me and bit him in the ear.
5. I followed Mecki around and tried to take food out of his mouth and grabbed every toy he was playing with so he didn't have anything. Then I munched on his antler!
6. I stood on the couch and "barked" at Mecki and tried to bite him when he tried to jump up.
Also apparently, Mecki complained to Mom about me living in the penthouse and I got evicted! Now my crate is on the floor by Dad's side of the bed. I don't have to listen to Mecki whine anymore, but Dad snores really loud! Mom made me come out of my crate on my own, without dragging me. When we come upstairs from our nighttime outings, she puts me on the floor and I run right into my crate!

It has been a very long weekend. First of all I was sick this morning due to the fact that I steal Bastille's crocodile whenever I can and ate an appendage. That did not agree with me.  Plus Bastille has been very very rude this weekend. I spend a great deal of time trying to teach him a lesson or two by chewing on his appendages! But he is very feisty and bites back! Plus he steals all my toys so I don't feel bad about grabbing the crocodile! At least Mom listened to me and moved him. He kept me awake with all his bouncing and cardboard shredding above me.

Outside 2 times this morning!

Last night Mom and Dad went out and didn't come home until very late. I was very sad and didn't even eat my dinner until I heard the key turn in the kitchen door! Then I ran to my bowl and munched. Sadly, there was no play time, only a walk and right on up to bed.
  This morning however, Mom must have felt bad. She let Bastille and I play outside twice this morning! It was a lot of fun as I bounced all over Bastille!

I can't wait until I am bigger and can bounce all over Mecki! We were playing outside and Mom called us over. I wasn't going to stop playing until I saw she had the snack bag! Mecki and I ran over and we got treats! I tried to jump up and eat Mecki's treats but Mom said "NO"  and pushed me back down. Here are some videos of me attacking Mecki.

Acrobatics

I've been practicing my acrobatics outside! Mom let me and Mecki outside to play, but Mecki got tired of me jumping on him and biting him so he went inside. That left me alone to play. I grabbed Dad's sneakers and ran around and did a summersault!

I've also been practicing my sneak attacks. I wait until Mom is busy and then lunge and chomp on her! It makes her jump!
 Usually in the morning, I whine when Mom goes outside with Bastille. This morning, Mom let me outside too. But Bastille is always trying to jump on me or bite me, so I ran to the kitchen door and she let me back inside.

Learning how mean Mom is

Well, I must say that Mecki was entirely right when he warned me about Mom being mean. I have been so sweet and snuggly yet she insists on a) calling me a vampire piranha and b) hauling me out of my warm and comfy crate at midnight and at 5AM, taking me outside into the dark and buggy backyard and forcing me to "go potty". Mecki told me that his friend Grace had gone to an aquarium and took a picture of a piranha , saying that she saw Bastille. That is rude enough, but then I saw what Mom had done to the piranha photo! Look at these two photos and you will see Mom's rudeness!

Here I am in all my adorableness! And see how mean Mom is-she's holding my head so I can't move and "ruin" the photo. She didn't even let me show my good side! 

Now here is the photo Grace took of the piranha-and look what Mom did! She changed it into a mean drawing of me! I tried to get Mecki to agree with me about Mom's meanness, but he is still mad at me for using him as a) a trampoline: I ran over, jumped on his back and then jumped off and b) riding him like a horse: I ran over and jumped on his back and just lay there until he looked over his shoulder in shock and ran off, which made me fall off.

Having a little brother is just too exhausting. And yesterday, he tromped all over my water bowl and spilled water all over the kitchen floor, plus he also had an accident-which is quite rude as I like to lie on the kitchen floor! And he gets waaaaaaaaaay too much attention! He gets to go outside several times at night! No one lets me out of my crate!

Teaching Bastille the important stuff

Yesterday I decided to be a good big brother and teach Bastille something important. He doesn't know about the joys of chomping on a well weathered (some would call it vintage) sneaker. Dad's sneakers have been outside since last summer, so they have had time to gain even more stinkiness! So yesterday, I ran over to Bastille with a sneaker and played with him.

Mecki introduced me to Dad's stinky sneakers yesterday and it was awesome! We ran around chomping on the sneaker! I tried to get it away from Mecki but he is bigger and stronger than me. It was a lot of fun. Then I heard a noise and saw Mom was in the backyard too! So I ran over to say hello!

Yesterday was a fun day, first  of all Mom gave me a treat from my Aunt Mary! It was a tasty chew stick (and Bastille didn't get one!). Bastille is very cheeky. He won't let me play with his crocodile, but he steals all my toys and jumps all over me! Mom let us play outside yesterday but she was mean and didn't tell us that the sprinkler was on by the grapes. We were running and jumping all over the place when all of a sudden we got wet! Bastille doesn't like the water either. Mom took a lot of movies of us playing. I'm trying to teach Bastille his place, but he just pops back up whenever I bowl him over or lie on him. He has not figured out that I am the Alpha dog!
   Today I am 12 weeks old! I think that I am getting bigger and should be allowed to roam free. Apparently Mom and Dad do not agree and Friday morning, Dad made the walls of my pen much higher! Now I can't even see out! People could be having fun in the kitchen and I would not know! Now I have to bounce up and down in an attempt to see out! Mom let me play outside with Mecki yesterday and it was so much fun (even if I did run into the fire pit and bounce off it!). I have a new routine with Dad now. When we are on the couch, I do laps. I run from Mom, over to Dad and then climb up Dad to his head, check to see if he is eating anything that he might want to share, give him a kiss, run back down Dad and over to Mom, repeat endlessly! Mostly I am just trying to keep an eye on Mecki! Mom took some videos of us playing so you can see how much fun we had.

 Mecki has a lot more toys than me! I try to steal them when I can.

The Great Escape!

Before I tell you about the Great Escape, I should mention that today was a most excellent day! I got mail! A postcard from my bff Rigby! He said he is a having a great vacation and having a lot of fun swimming (which I don't understand-water is NOT fun! unless it is snow or ice cubes, then it is awesome!).
   Now for what  happened yesterday. I was hanging out in the living room, taking a nap away from the noisy pup, Bastille. Dad came home so I ran to see him and we went out for a quick lunch time walk. He also said hello to Bastille, which was probably unnecessary as I am far cuter and less painful to play with. Then Dad left. I wandered back to the living room (grown-up territory-no PUPS allowed!). I was snoozing when all off a sudden I heard a thump, and then the pitter patter of tiny feet. I went into the kitchen to investigate and found Bastille running around! I tried to keep him herded into the kitchen but he was very persistant and invaded the living room. He was also very naughty and left several "presents" in the kitchen and living room for Mom to clean up. We spent some time playing until Mom came home to the suprise of our unscheduled and unsupervised playdate. The worst of all was that the rude little pup peed on my cushion that is under the kitchen table. I  don't think I want that cushion anymore!
   Mecki didn't mention it, but my name was on the postcard too! It is no fun being stuck in my pen, especially when Mecki doesn't hang out near me. So all day  yesterday, I waited for a chance to escape. Mom knows that I can jump out of my pen and so has attached two gates to keep me in. However, Mecki distracted Dad when he came home and when Dad left, there was a small gap in the gates. As soon as the front door closed, I jumped out of my crate and ran around the kitchen. I left Mom 2 suprises on the kitchen floor and then I ran and peed on Mecki's cushion-It's MY cushion now! Then I ran into the living room to play with Mecki. I also left  a couple of surprises in there too.After a couple of hours, Mecki heard Mom and ran into the kitchen to see her, I ran after cause I wanted to see Mom's reaction! She was surprised and not very amused at all. Mecki is right, Mom has NO sense of humor!

 Also, here is a video showing what will happen to you if you pee in your crate and Mom doesn't find out until too late! You will get a bath! And you also start getting dragged out of your crate in the wee hours to go outside in the dark! Neither  are  fun! Mecki is right, I don't know why Rigby likes to be in the water so much!
 

A tale of two pups-one mean and one sweet

Well, it has been a grueling couple of weeks with Bastille. I try to play with him but he is all teeth and mouth and frankly it is a little scary! I try to keep him under control by herding him around and by grabbing his little legs (which look just like tasty antlers) and dragging him around. But he is sneaky and little and runs underneath me! Plus he won't share his crocodile toy! I let him chew on all my toys! And then, when we were lying on the couch, he bit me in the ear! I yelped, cause a) it was uncalled for! and b) puppies have VERY sharp teeth! So I jumped off the couch and barked at him. But then, with total disrespect, Bastille stood at the end of the couch and barked back at me! And snapped at me! I wandered off in search of safer, less painful play and to hunt for my antler which I can't find anywhere! I think Bastille took it.

I have been very depressed lately as AT and Julien are gone. Plus Bastille is getting all the treats and attention and all he does is make a mess everywhere! I don't even want to go upstairs into my crate at night anymore. Mom carries up Bastille (but I have to walk!) and I refuse to come. I wait for Dad to come home and then hang out with him -alone-like the good old  days! Sadly Dad forgets to walk me right before bed so when he puts me in my crate I have to whine until Mom gets up and takes me back downstairs and out for a walk. But I eat my treat first, in case she wants to give me another one when I get back in the crate! Plus Bastille wakes me up really early.

So, it has been a fun couple of weeks for me! I played two really good tricks on Mom. 
1. I dragged my metal leash (Mom and Dad are no dummies in that respect, even a piranha like me can't chew through metal) into my pen and pulled out all the plastic bags from the bag dispenser attached to it. I tossed them around the pen to decorate (they have a herringbone pattern which breaks up the wood and newspaper motif which Mom and Dad apparently decorate with). Mom was not amused.
2. For a couple of days, whenever Mom came into the kitchen, she would find fluff in my pen. She wondered where it was coming from, was Mecki bringing it to me? Well, in front of my pen is a fence held in place by a chair (cause I can totally jump out of the pen). On the chair is a cushion, which looks fine from above, but pick it up and look underneath and there is a BIG hole that I chewed and pulled out the fluff. How was I to know it was not a big chew toy!

Monday, we went for a ride to the library and I got to meet a bunch of people. They all thought I was very cute and gentle and sweet (which shows what a good actor I am!). Then Mom took me to the vet where they poked and prodded me and gave me 2 shots. The Dr. said it might make me a bit lethargic, but no such luck! I now weigh 7 3/4 lbs. Mom said I am a very good eater, but she also said piranhas are like that.

After toying with Mom for a couple of days, I decided to have pity on her and learn how to do half my bathroom stuff outside. But only cause she gives me tasty treats. Plus I am learning how to sit cause that also gets me treats. What does not get me treats? 
1. Biting Mom, Dad or Mecki
2. Barking and snapping at Mecki
3. Barking at Mom when she comes into the kitchen and doesn't immediately take me out and hug me
4. Barking angrily when my food is not delivered fast enough.

Right on Schedule

Today after being here for exactly 1 week, I achieved my goal. This morning I jumped out of my pen 3 times! And 3 times Mom caught me and put me back in. Then she put something in front of my jumping spot so I can't get out! So unfair. On Saturday, she took me for a ride in the car-and made me ride in a laundry basket!! I thought that wasn't very nice and proceeded to climb out of it. I have excellent climbing skills! The vet gave me something to eat and some medicine for me to take later and a heartworm pill. When we went home, Mom let me play outside, but on a leash! And if I went to the bathroom, I got a really tasty liver treat!  Later on she let me play with Mecki.

I used my climbing skills to climb all over Mecki! He has a really long tail! I don't! I wonder what happened to it? Mecki said I could ask Mom, but warned me that she is very secretive about stuff-he still doesn't know where his dew claws went!

So Bastille and I have had a lot of fun playing. Although I don't understand why he gets SOOOOOOOO much attention. I am so much cuter! He makes scary noises that don't sound like barks at all! And he is very ferocious! 
    Last night though was a very scary night. There was a lot of thunder and lightning! I tried to be the brave big brother for Bastille, but then I realized that he was sleeping through it all! So I whined until Mom got up and put me on the bed. That way I could protect Mom and especially Dad from the storm!


 

The Eye of the Tiger

Bastille is starting to get a bit ferocious! He gets that crazy look in his eye, pushes himself back and then hurls himself at you, teeth first! Mom looks a bit perturbed being that I was such a sweet and loveable puppy! 




I never ran around munching on people! Mom says that she has to go get some bitter apple spray, AT wants to just move straight to the Binoca!
Ever since Mom and Dad took me to the library, I have felt more ferocious! Maybe it was listening to all those people like Grace and Evelyn and Theresa saying how soft and sweet I was. Now, as soon as I get some food into me, I am FULL of energy! This morning I bounced all over the couch trying to chomp (mostly on AT but a little bit on Mecki) Mom's bracelets, necklaces and the blanket! It must be those vitamins giving me ferocious TIGER energy! Mom tried to calm me down by putting me on my back and rubbing my belly, but I wasn't having any of that!

Another benefit of being the big brother

I have been approved to hang out in the living room when no one is home! This is great because a) last night calm and sleepy Bastille turned into a bouncy, energetic TIGER with much gnashing of sharp and pointy teeth! This way I can stay out of his way cause he is banished to the kitchen in his pen.(And between you and me, I'm pretty sure that quite soon he'll be able to hurl himself out of the pen!!) b) the living room is carpeted which works quite nicely for scratching ones itchy spots by either wiggling around on it or running and hurling myself into a long slide along it. c) the couch or my toy holder (aka dog bed) are available for extremely comfortable snoozing d) all my toys and my antler are in there to entertain me

Renting Bastille the penthouse

Last night was awesome! I got to see my Uncle Rob and then Dad let me play with Bastille on the floor! It was a lot of fun. Bastille has obviously spoken to my bff Rigby because he kept whapping me with his paw, just like Rigby! I kept trying to flip Bastille over with my snout. Mom looked worried but Dad ignored her! Last night, AT and I convinced Mom to move Bastille. He was sleeping in my old crate, right across from my condo. But then Mom fell over the crate, broke the door, made a hole in the table that the tv is on-so we were super worried about Bastille getting hurt. I told Mom that I would rent him the penthouse. So now the crate is on top of my crate. I do miss looking at him, but it is much safer away from Mom's clumsiness! 

Here is Bastille practicing being very noisy (like me!)

 

Hi! It's me Bastille again! Mom took a video of me trying to find Mecki! Last night I was very good! I woke up at 4am and cried. Mom took me downstairs but I just wanted to play, I didn't even have to go potty. So she took me back upstairs and I went back to sleep. It is fun sleeping in the penthouse! I get to watch Mom toss and turn!

AT took this video of us playing! See how much fun we are having! Mom was not amused!

The Benefits of Brotherhood (and a guest blogger)

Being a big brother is very cool and it comes with a LOT of benefits!
1. You get double the attention that you got before!
2. You get to do everything first! When Mom and Dad come home, they say hello to you first, you get let out of the crate first (although I could do without being stuck in the crate first), you get your food and water first...
3. People bring you presents. Yesterday Grandma Linda came over and brought me an awesome stuffed squeaky toy! Since I am the older brother now, I was polite and did not rip it to shreds in front of her. (I waited until she went home). Now it is on Mom's sewing pile. Mom came home with a huge (or maybe Rigby sized!) dog biscuit for me from Grace! It was super tasty!

I'm starting to get used to my little brother. He keeps freaking me out though. I'll be hanging out by his pen sniffing around and keeping an eye on him, and he will suddenly pop up and say hi! It is quite disturbing! Plus he keeps trying to lick me. Doesn't he know about air kisses! I will have to teach him. Mom seems to be settling in although she woke me up at 4am this morning. Apparently Bastille was crying and she went to take him downstairs-only she is very uncoordinated and after she got him out, she tripped over his crate (knocking his door off) and then fell into the tv. Fortunately Bastille was ok, but a little scared. Anyway, Mom took a lot of videos  (as usual) so here they are. After the videos, I told Mom she could write something for Bastille.

Hi, my name is Bastille and my big brother Mecki said I could share his blog. As I am very new to the family, I don't have that much to say. Mom scared me this morning but I got over that. Right now I am just trying to get used to everyone, especially my big brother. I've been practicing my bouncing so I can pop up in the pen to see him. Sometimes he sticks his head in to say hi. At night he gets to sleep in a big big crate. Mine is smaller but it faces his so if I get scared at night I can see him and I feel better. He is very noisy, so I have been practicing being  noisy too. Last night when everyone went away, I practiced my noises. I said, "OW OW OW OW OW!!!" all very loudly. Dad said that the police were going to break down the door to see who was getting a beating! So far I have been hanging out with Mecki and AT. At night I get to snooze on Mom or Dad. Yesterday I met my Grandma Linda who brought me a blue teddy bear to chew on. And Mom gave me a green crocodile from Grace. Mom said that I would like Grace's brother Rigby, but that poor Rigby wouldn't know what to do with 2 rats jumping all over him!

and introducing my new little brother, Bastille Tessier!

Today everyone went out, and when they came back, they brought me back another  little brother! (Besides my little bro AT!). His name is Bastille. I tried desperately to introduce myself by barking constantly at him-he seems very unimpressed.

 This morning when I saw Dad and AT putting this box together it brought back memories. I wonder why they want to put me back in a box, I pondered. Apparently it is for Bastille.

 I wasn't allowed to come this time. But AT took these photos in the car.

 

Here he's winking!

 

 

 

He keeps bouncing up in the box and making me jump. I think I kinda like him. I've sniffed him all over and licked him a bit. Mom says she doesn't think she will be sleeping much tonight! And I don't think he is anywhere close to being as cute as me!
  Yesterday though was a MUCH better day. I saw Julien and my Grandma from the Poconos! And then Dad had a huge party with a lot of people (and 3 kids) so I got to run around and bark at everyone! I was very angry when Mom dragged me upstairs to bed, cause everyone was still outside having fun!

Sick as a Me!

Before we discuss the horrible events of my sickness, Mom finally found photos of me from my first baseball game in Cleveland!

 Me and my "little brother" AT walk around the field.

Puppy Palooza! Walking around the field!

 The typical bottom shot! With AT and Dad! (Who was wearing a Mets shirt to an Indians game)

 As everyone knows, I HATE water. But it was so hot that I was forced to throw myself into the water bowl.

Now on to my sad sad night. I have not been feeling well. Be warned that this post will be disgusting! I had thrown up several times and was therefore banished to the kitchen. Mom and Dad came home at the same time last night.  I really really needed to go outside, I was NOT feeling well. Dad thought all my noise meant that I wanted to come into the living room, so he let me out (Mom was not happy and then she got even less happy). I ran into the living room and threw up behind the couch. Mom did not appreciate that. She chased me out and started cleaning, but then something horrible happened! My other end exploded too-all over the living room floor (I have only done that once before as a very little pup, and this time it was much much worse). Mom was really unhappy and scooped me up as AT had wisely exited the room! She put me outside and started cleaning the other mess.
Then she came outside to see me. My stomach was still hurting a lot and I was trying really hard to get rid of it. (Now for the yucky part). Mom saw some blood and freaked out (You know how she is with AT's nosebleeds!). She made Dad call the vet and she scooped me up in  towel and we went to the vet.  The vet squeezed my belly, took my temperature (which was quite rude) and then gave me shot! Then they weighed me and I am back to 25 lbs. They said I seemed ok and probably had  just broken some blood vessels when straining (I tried not to listen) and had probably eaten something gross (I'm sure it had nothing to do with the Captain Crunch that AT dropped on the floor for me). I got some special canned food and a bottle that makes noise when you shake it and also gives me cheese. Canned dog food is WAY better than kiibble! And I got some rice and after Mom shook the bottle, I got some cheese (which was yummy but seemed to have something crunchy in the middle). Then I got to lie on Mom and Dad's lap the entire night until we went to bed.
P.S. Mom wasn't mad at me, she said it wasn't my fault. 

It's a heavy load I bear

I'm not embarrassed to say that this antler is wearing me out! It is very heavy and I constantly have to move it away from people (like AT) who try to steal it! Finally I just lay down under the table with the antler (keeping it within safety range!).

The biggest antler ever!

Wednesday night was very sad for me. I was lying there gnawing on my antler when I broke it in half! Mom made Dad take it away cause it was too small. I sighed forlornly. Life is quite sad minus an antler to chomp on! Last night however, Mom came home with the biggest antler ever! It is huge!
Here is a picture of the antlers next to each other. Mom couldn't find the flip, so we only have photos this time! Look how big and tasty my new antler is!

Here are AT and Dad so you can see the antlers being compared!

 I'm saying goodbye to the old antler!

 Hello new, tasty, enormous antler! I did all my tricks for it!

Finally Dad gave it to me. It was so heavy that I dropped it!

Then I dragged it under the table for safekeeping!

This might be the best antler ever! Mom said next time she might just buy me an Elk!

Mom,Dad and AT dragged me to Cleveland and all I got...

was a chance to play at the BEST place ever! Yup, I went to doggie day care!
   When I saw Dad take out my harness and put it on me I knew we were going somewhere and I was very happy, but then I saw the evil airplane crate come out of the kitchen! I hate that crate. I hurled myself at it and barked and barked until Dad put it in the car. AT and I got in the back seat and went on a really long ride. We stopped a lot and I got out to sniff at a lot of new and exciting smells, but then we always got back in. AT asked how many sniffs per hour we were going. We stopped in a place called Niles, Ohio and Mom and Dad got out and went to take photos for my bff's sister Grace. Apparently someone named William McKinley lived there-I wonder if they named our road after him?  Finally, we arrived at our destination: CLEVELAND, OHIO! We got out and piled all our stuff on a big cart. Mom walked me around the grounds so I could check everything out. We went inside and took the weird moving room and entered our room. Sadly, Mom and Dad stuck me in my crate and left me in the room so they could go eat. I was very sad, but then they came back! Without any tasty food for me of course! I had trouble sleeping that night cause it was all so new and different.
   Day 2: Back in the car. But a short ride this time.

We went inside and someone came and took me away. I toddled off with them, didn't look back at Mom or anything, cause I could smell that there was going to be fun in my future! I was there for a whole day while Mom, Dad and AT did less interesting stuff like-going to the zoo, visiting the Christmas Story House and visiting Mom's Uncle, Aunt and Cousin. As I said, not that interesting. I was very sad when they finally came to get me. I wanted to play some more!
Day 3: Back in the car- after an exhausting trip downstairs. We were on the 4th floor and the elevator was broken. I had already been down once with Mom and she carried me back up. As soon as we pulled up at Doggie Day Care, I got really excited. I dragged Mom towards the building so I could go play. I hope they forget to pick me up I thought. They went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the USS Cod and then out for a steak dinner (which I was sorry to have missed) with Uncle Dave! Once all the other dogs started to leave, I wondered if they had forgotten about me! Finally they showed up and took me home. I was so exhausted from all the fun, that I ran right into the evil airplane crate (collar and leash still on!) to rest.
Day 4: Yup, Doggie Day care! Mom and Dad picked me up really early this time. Two of my new friends tried to leave with me! We went to visit Uncle Dave (cause I hadn't met him yet) and then went to a baseball game! It was Puppy Palooza at the Cleveland Indians game. There were a LOT of dogs around! Dad and AT took me for a walk with all the dogs around the field. It was very hot outside. Now those who read my blog know of my extreme aversion to water. Well it was so hot that at the end of the walk, I plopped down in the pool of water they had for dogs to drink out of. There were way to many people around and I was trying desperately to leave. Every time Mom took me to the grassy area I tried to pull her out of the stadium. Finally I just collapsed under the table and barked angrily whenever dogs and people walked by. I thought I saw my friend Max, but Mom said it was just another Great Dane.

I did get a cool certificate though. Mom said she would hang it by my crate upstairs. I was really hot and tired when we got back to the hotel.
Day 5: The Looooooooooooooooooong ride home. We got up really early and packed the car. Then Dad put on my harness and stuck me in the car. It was raining so we had to drive slowly and carefully. Eventually we got home where I collapsed on the living room floor. Vacations are exhausting!