Making sure Rigby is always looking over his shoulder!

We went on a journey! Lately we have been spending a lot of time in the car. Mostly visiting Grandma! It is a long trip, made longer by the fact that I insist on whining the whole time (rightfully so cause Bastille is usually sitting on me) and Bastille pants the whole trip. Mom tries to ignore us by playing music very loudly-but I have found just the right pitch for whining that cuts right through the music!
   This time we were not in Mom's car! We were in my friend Rigby's sister's car! Sadly Rigby was not with us. And the trip was not as long cause we went to Rigby's vacation house! It was great! The whole place smelled like Rigby! I planned on being very good cause that is the kind of dog I am. Bastille however, was very bad and did at least two naughty things that Mom knows about. I shall list them here:
1. He marked his territory/asserted his dominance in the basement
2. He tried to jump through a glass window and left a big head smudge as he bounced off it and fell on the floor. I saw Mom and Grace laughing!
He did more but  as they say "snitches get stitches" and Rigby's sister Grace was on her way to taking care of the stitches part by injuring herself  while making quesadillas. Here is a picture of us enjoying ourselves! We also made sure Rigby will spend the next couple of weekends thinking we are there since everything smells like us! There was so much to see!

I'm always a little nervous when we go to other places. Nothing smells like me, nothing feels right, so like I do at Grandma's, I might get a wee (no pun intended!) bit overexcited about adding my special brand to to make it feel more like home. I was gonna blame it on Mecki, but Mom knows me too well.  Like Grandma's house, this house is perfect for us smaller type dogs who like to see what is going on in the outside world! Our house has really high windows that I can't see out unless I sit on the back of the couch and peer through the plants.  Grace's house had nice low windows-and- the windows were so amazingly clean that I didn't realize there was a window there at all. So yes, I did try to jump through the window when something moved outside. I apologize for the head smear that I made while bouncing off the window and falling on the floor.  By the way, Mom and Grace only laughed a little and then were very concerned about my being hurt. On the plus side, Mom and Grace both highly appreciated how quickly and efficiently I do my business! Unlike Mecki who dawdles or just can't be bothered.

Mecki the Instigator

I don't know if you remember, but a while ago I went to visit Oma and Mollie with Mom. Oma was surprised and not too happy and Mollie did an excellent job of pretending to have nothing to do with me. Now Oma says that Mollie has always been a good dog, but that after I visited....something changed. Oma thinks that I told Mollie about the great joy of eating paper and fabric! Cause since our visit, Oma has had to change her ways. Can't leave the toilet paper out! So she put the whole toilet paper holder in the shower and closed the door. But she forgot about the extra roll in the green vase! I must give Mollie props-she did an excellent job of extraction and removal of toilet paper from said vase (something I would not have been able to do due to my low stature) and left Oma a nice present for when she came home.

I would try to teach Bastille this but he won't bother with anything non edible.

A work of art

Mom and Dad don't realize it but I AM  a great artist! Today, Dad's friend Rich was over painting. I wanted to say hello and help as I am very good at art. So I snuck into the kitchen and ran through the paint pan. Then I made lovely blue paw prints all over the new tile floor and living room carpet.

I felt that it definitely added that touch of whimsy and joy. Mom and Dad did NOT agree. Dad grabbed me and washed all the lovely blue paint off my paw and Mom wiped up my paw prints. I was quite sad, I know how Van Gogh felt now-no one appreciated his art either! Except us Dachshunds!

The Aristocratic Life for Me

I am a French Bulldog. I was born to sit on someone's lap and nibble on treats. Mecki does not understand this and constantly attacks and chomps on me. He is obviously jealous of my blue blood.  I have been thinking that Mom should have my portrait painted. It would look fantastic on the wall and all the aristocratic have their portrait painted. I have been trying to give Mom hints about this as you can see from the photos of Dad and I:

 Don't I look regal and important? I think it would be stunning. 
        Dad doesn't seem to agree and felt the need to show me a book about correcting bad habits in dogs. I think he got me confused with Mecki who has MANY bad habits from barking excessively, to eating fabric, paper, chairs and anything that belongs to Mom.  Mom took a picture showing Dad exactly what I think about his book.

 

Happy Bastille Day!

 Today is my Day! It's Bastille Day-July 14th in France-their national holiday where I am celebrated! Mom bribed me with many treats to take these photos. It is also my Aunt Mollie's birthday-she was 14 today. Mom said that Mollie got scrambled eggs for breakfast and a cheeseburger for dinner. I don't remember getting anything that nice for my birthday. Maybe I should go live with Oma!

Happy Birthday Aunt Mollie!

 

Mom's nose is longer than Pinocchio's!

Mom is always telling people how horrible we are. She tells people we are naughty, that I eat all the paper and fabric I can find, that I bark constantly at nothing, without even getting up, that I bark to get Bastille all riled up... the list goes on. The problem is that none of it is true. And for absolute proof, I give you the following photos!

What you see here are polite, calm dogs, hanging out, peacefully. It is time to show Mom that  her "FAKE NEWS" won't work anymore! Here is proof! We're just chilling out.
Mom and I have been watching FIFA World Cup Soccer-cause France is doing awesome and I have to root for my homeland! Mecki is mad cause Germany lost. Here are some "attack" photos. I'm showing Mom how France has to attack the ball (the treat is the ball) and Mom is looking a little scared!

 

I'm 4, I'm 4, I'm a big boy now I'm 4!

May 17 was my birthday, and I was 4! I am a big boy now, whether Mecki knows it or not! Rigby's sister came by with presents for me-cause she understands that I am awesome!

 She brought me a squeaky toy. Usually I am too cool to play with squeaky toys (plus my mouth is small so I have trouble squeaking them). But Mecki was around, so I grabbed it and brought it to Mecki's bed (really my nest where I bring all the good stuff and guard it like a dragon's treasure)

 See Mecki is already coveting my toy!

 My new squeaky toy is JUST the right size! Mecki grabbed it once but Mom got it back for me.
The problem is that Bastille does not appreciate a squeaky toy. Once you get it, you test out the sound to annoy him (Cause his mouth is too small to squeak a toy). Then you shred it and eat all the evidence!

I also got tiny little biscuits -cause Grace is worried that since I don't chew I might choke. Mom made me share them with Mecki-which isn't reallly fair! 

 See, Bastille completely took over my bed. It's so unfair. He takes all the toys and piles them on MY bed and then guards them! Very selfish and totally unbrotherly.

 Playing with my new squeaky! Mom put it upstairs in my crate so that Mecki wouldn't destroy it!