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It came! It came! It came!
“A special box came for ME today.”
“For whom?”
“Okay, for da stinky brudder Gavin and for me.” Lucy mutters under her breath, “It’s all mine! Not da brudder’s.”
*Giggles*
*It squeaks!*
Dere’s a tenny ball inside ob it.
*Giggles*
It habs two handles so I can pway wiff Dad!
*Giggles*
*It SQUEAKS!*
*Giggles*
Meh.
Hmmm, made by Kong.
Okay, one last nibble…I’m done.
Play with me
Lately, Gavin has been bugging The Curmudgeon to play throw the KONG Genius Leo Dog Toy for him at least twice a day. It looks like good exercise for The Curmudgeon since to get the toy from Gavin he has to work at it.
You go Gavin! Make your Daddy exercise!
Bits and Bobs.
Look quickly this is my desk clean.
Lets see how long that lasts….
Hehehehe, I iz hiding unner Momma’s desk.
Waiting for the arrival of
One of my new tees.
Wore this new tee yesterday
Picture day
Rough day for the Princess.
She’s exhausterpated from doing nothing all day.
Pouncing on her brudder doesn’t count.
Does this look like the face of a brudder humping stinker?
Poor Gavin.
The princess wouldn’t pee.
I told the Momma that I do not like that white stuff and she needs to take care of that.
When they took me outside without my hoodie and hat I balked and would not pee. The next time I had to go out I went to where they put my hoodie and hat and barked to have them put on me. They did. I still did not want to go into the white stuff so I peed on the sidewalk and ran back in.
The Momma said I am going to have to go out into the snow sooner or later. I don’t know what she means by that but I say I do not have to go into the cold white stuff no matter what she calls it.
I think I’ll stay right here.
Signed,
Lucy.
My sister is an idiot.
Signed,
Gavin
More snow? Dang it!
I am happy to report that most of the snow we had melted off yesterday.
Unfortunately, later on, we have more snow predicted to arrive here. Yes, those are tears falling.
I have to laugh, while the snow fell, Lucy wouldn’t go out without her hoodie and hat on, what a spoiled little princess!
Gavin doesn’t care, he’ll go out in any weather.
You all have a good one. I’ll be snuggled on the couch with the pups.
I iz in deep doodoo
Daddy says the innocent look will not sabe me. I iz in berry berry deep doodoo. I twied to tellz him it waz one ob doze ebil kittehs but he did not beleeb me.
He sed dat no ebil kittehs could get in my cwate while I wabs sweeping an essplode my bed unner me.
Do youze beweevs me? I did not splode my soft soft bed in my cwate. I did not turn my cwate into a pile of foamy rubber, scwaps of materwial, an hairy stuffs.
Momma sez she wishes she had taken a picture ob da mess. I iz out a soft beddie and she sez I don’t get anudder one until da order comes fwom da Petco. She sez da new one won’t be anywhere near as luxyurious as my sploded, fancy one.
Doggone dat army ob ebil kittehs.
Duz dis wook wike da face ob a bed kilwer?
Picture Friday
Started off on my lap.
I had to get up and came back to this…
and this…
this…
this…
and this.
And you think it’s bad when the kids are bored…
It’s too cold to go outside. Try having bored dogs. Kids you can find something for them to do to amuse themselves. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can send kids off on new adventures with the turn of a book’s page. Dogs can’t read. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can hand a kid a TV remote, a board game, an electronic game, or a computer. Dogs don’t have thumbs, they can’t use controllers. Dogs want you to amuse them.
My arms are ready to fall off from throwing various toys all day. The Curmudgeon is also exhausted.
And here comes Lucy with another idea of what we need to play with. Dogs want you to amuse them. Good thing they are so cute and we love them so much.
Wow, did you see what happened when I dropped my tennis ball down the stairs? Did ya? Did ya?
Noooo Momma, let me!
So both The Curmudgeon and I were laid low for a solid week with a bad case of the creeping crud. I’m about one day ahead of him.
Still have some congestion and a cough but feeling almost human now. The Curmudgeon is sleeping soundly without coughing for the first time.
I might actually put on real clothes today. I’ve been hanging around in sweat pants, one of my super soft heather (http://www.teddythedog.com/Default.asp) T-shirts, and a denim shirt.
At a possible high of over 60 degrees, it’s the perfect day to get up and out. Maybe even take Lucy to the park between rain storms.
I not coming down until you lets me say something on the blog!
Almost made it.
*Move over. I need to work on my blog.*
*No, Momma you go back to the couch and I’ll do it.*
*Cough. Cough. I can do it.*
*See? You still be coughing. Go back to the couch. I am the dogtor I say so.*
Nyah, I win again.
The Dogtors are in
Geez, we never realized how much work keeping this blog going is for Mom.
It was not a good day. Daddy went to the store trying to help out and then he fell down the porch steps when trying to come in the door. He might not have fallen if they weren’t so crumbly. At least he is coughing a lot less than Momma. Poor Daddy is going to be sore tomorrow.
Momma said we are good dogtors but she is as sick as ever. We made her drink lots of stuff and took nappies with her all day. She says she wishes we could scratch her ears since they’ve been terrible itchy inside. She has coughed so bad her ribcage is killing her.
Gavin wouldn’t pose with the stethoscope on but I would!
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