Mecki's Christmas

My christmas was much better than Bastille's cause I didn't get clothes! I got an antler (but decided that I liked Bastille's better so ate his), a bone with cheese and bacon in it, bully sticks and chicken from my bff Rigby! I also got to help Mom wrap presents

 And I got to snuggle with Dad on the couch, and believe me, lately there has NOT been room on the couch for snuggling! Bastille keeps using the couch and Mom as a trampoline when I am chasing him!

Plus I got to see Oma Andrea, Alec and Andre Thomas! So many people to greet and bark at until they show me affection! So overall a good christmas!

Bastille's Christmas

Apparently this was the christmas of clothing. What I asked Santa for was food! A lot of food! I did get some bully sticks, and an antler (which Mecki and I already destroyed), a bone with bacon and cheese in it, and some chicken ( from Rigby). But Mom is very stingy with it!
       Even though it was super warm out, Mom got me a red parka...

 I'm not sure how I feel about it. She made me try it on at the store so it wasn't a complete surprise! Then later I got a raincoat from my Aunt Mary (along with other doggie shirts - of which Grace said some were a lie, I'm assuming she meant the "naughty" one and not the "nice" or "dear santa, I was a very good dog for christmas" one.  Mom said I looked very cute in my raincoat!

 

Dad's party

Dad had a party on Saturday. Mom was a little worried about how many people I would try to eat, but Dad was one step ahead. He gave all the party people treats. Whenever I walked over to someone, they would give me a treat! It was awesome! I have never been fed so well (cause I also managed to beat Mecki to any food that was dropped).

It was one of the best days ever! Plus then Dad made a fire! Mecki doesn't like smoke and fire so he stayed inside with Grandpere. It was a bit windy, so I ran around chasing orange glowing things (Mom said they were embers. I chomped on whatever ones I could get. When Mom finally took me upstairs to bed, I was so tired that I fell asleep (snoring LOUDLY) before she even turned the lights out! When Dad brought Mecki up, Mecki was tired too, so tired that he would not get up and go outside Sunday morning.
 

An adventure without Mom and Dad!

But first a short ( and we mean short) video. Dad gave me a new rope toy, which Bastille had to steal almost instantly! We managed to share it a bit.
     On Saturday, Bastille and I had a great adventure! I can't go into specifics (cause Mom and Dad are not exactly sure how we managed to have this adventure) but we SNUCK OUT! Dad thought Mom left the gate open (but she does not like us to have fun, so it wasn't her). We snuck out the short gate in the backyard and ran over to the neighbors! Now I am a super friendly dog, so I ran to the back steps and sat there, waiting for someone to come out and say hi. Meanwhile, Bastille (aka the mean one) ran around being mean. Dad heard the neighbor yelling his name and went out to see him trying to herd the "mean" dog back into the yard. Dad finally got Bastille back in and then tried to figure out where I was. The neighbor said the "nice" dog is sitting on my back steps! So Dad came and got me. When Mom came home, Dad asked her if she had left the gate open and she said no. So it is a big mystery to Mom and Dad.
     It was a lot of fun! I got to scare the neighbors! I can hear them over there , but I can't get to them!  I have news to tell too. Mom took me to the vet. I was happy about riding in the car, but not so happy about being weighed! I do not like that shiny metal scale and my claws make a bad noise. Mom and the nurse had to guess my weight as I was jumping around so much. They settled on 19lbs. The doctor said that I was not going to get any bigger and that I was the perfect weight! I was hoping to gain a few pounds so that I could stomp on Mecki. He always wins our battles! Then the vet gave me a lot of shots (but Mom brought some treats for me so it wasn't that bad).He also said I had normal teeth (Mom wanted to know cause she's never heard me chew!) So all in all, not a bad time.

Back in the crate

For a week or so, life was VERY good. I would lounge downstairs until the wee hours with Dad. We'd go on a quick outing to make sure no one or no thing was trespassing on our property and then come upstairs. Dad would put me on the bed, I'd bounce over to Mom to make sure she was awake too and then I'd curl up by Dad's feet to snooze. That all ended the night Dad locked us outside. He knocked on the door, no one came to let us in. His cell phone was dead-what will happen to us I wondered, will they find us covered with bug bites in the morning? Then Dad (being the smart Dad he is) realized he had his ipod and looked on facebook to see if any of his friends were awake. He found one in Texas and he sent her the phone number to call Mom. So at 3:15AM, Mom got a phone call from someone telling her that Dad and I were locked outside. Shortly after, I heard Mom stumbling down the stairs to open the door. She just looked at us and sighed. When we came upstairs, Mom said I had to go in my crate. Dad shut me in and I immediately knew what tactic to use to get back on the bed. I started with my sad soft quiveringly pathetic whimper. This is the one that keeps Mom awake (Dad was already asleep and snoring). Unfortunately, this time Mom was mad and she yelled at me to be quiet. Since then I have not been allowed on the bed again. Sleeping on the bed is awesome. Especially when Mom gets up in the middle of the night. As soon as she leaves the room, I run up and lie on MY pillow. When Mom comes back and tries to move me, I growl, which she ignores and shoos me away. The best is when Bastille comes out of his crate and can't figure out where I am! He hasn't figured out that he can jump up on the bed yet!
    Yesterday, I heard a whole bunch of noise in the kitchen (where they lock up Bastille!). I'll let him tell you about it.
     It is not fair that Mecki gets the whole living room and hallway to hang out in! And I get stuck in the kitchen with no toys and no fun. For a while I just lay on my bed and suffered the boredom. But yesterday, I decided to start a new hobby. For a while there has been a bag of newspaper on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. I think Mom keeps meaning to throw it out but she is so busy and usually forgets. I've ignored it for months. Well today, it became my new hobby! I grabbed that paper and chomped on it, danced on it, ripped it to shreds to redecorate my living area. Mecki came to look at me through the gate to see what I was doing. Eventually Grandpere came down to make tea and apparently disapproved of my redecorating scheme. He picked up all the paper and put the bag back in the corner. How nice I thought, he is giving me another chance to redecorate tomorrow! So this morning, when Mom left, I started up with my hobby again. This time I made smaller shreds! Mom came home and looked surprised when she came in the kitchen. She started gathering up the paper and I helped by pouncing on her hands and trying to hold the paper down for her. I do not think she appreciated it. Plus she did not put my bag of paper back on the floor!

Liberte, Fraternite, Egalite

It's BASTILLE DAY! A whole day named after me! Mom said it really more about the french revolution, but I am creating my own revolution right here.  My revolution is over the right to be super ferocious! (Even though Mom says I am more like a timid little chicken). Mecki used to stomp all over me and drag me around, but not anymore! Now every night at 7:30pm it is ferocious BASTILLE time! I run around like a lunatic while Mecki is lying on the ground all hot and tired. I run over him, I run back and forth in front of him..... I jump on his bed and the couch and bite the pillows and blankets to show how tough I am. Then I pretend to chomp on Mom (but I don't hurt her cause she gives me food). I run around the living room, run into the kitchen, jump up on the couch and Mom (usually at this time Dad yells at me). I bark at him ferociously and then throw myself in front of him and wiggle around to aggravate him!  I think he is starting to get scared of me  ! (Mom says that it is just too hot for Mecki with all his fur, especially since I am part porcupine and throw my fur around the house willy nilly!). Anyway, if you are a nervous type person, do not come over around 7:30pm as you will not doubt be terrified by me and my roaring bark. So what am I looking for?
a) Liberte: the right to romp and stomp all over the place and to cover absolutely everything with little white fur
b) Fraternite: the right to gang up with my big brother Mecki against the cars and people and dogs and squirrels and birds that dare to trespass on OUR territory
c) Egalite: the right to be fed as much as a really big dog (for example, Mecki's friend Rigby). There is not reason why I must starve cause people think I am little
VIVE LA REVOLUTION!