Tribble Thursday

Out of all my toys, my favorite right now is definitely my Tribble!

Momma named it that after some show she watched. I only will fetch a couple of my toys by name, but this is one of them. If I'm nosing around the toy bin, Momma says "Get your Tribble!" and I'll run off to where it is right away.

 Momma thought I'd rip him up real quick, but I love him too much for that. We spend a lot of quality time together, and I tell him all my secrets!

"Shh, don't tell Momma about the shoe!"

"My lips are sealed, Matilda! ...I don't have any lips anyway!"

What's your favoritest toy right now?

National Bow Tie Day

I'm not even attempting this one, guys. NO ONE could do bow ties like my great-brother Casey!

It's very appropriate that this day also falls on the Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day, when we remember all our angels on the Bridge. This is our favorite way to remember Angel Casey -- smiling and dashing! We bow our heads and remember all our angels this day.

Cinderella

 
Scribbles

Jessie

Casey

Pigeon

You will always live in our hearts!!

It's exhausting!

OMD, why do humans always look forward to weekends? It is EXHAUSTING trying to keep them entertained for two whole days straight! Saturday was bad enough, but then on Sunday my extra special friend Patrick came just to see me (and maybe Momma) so I had TWO humans to entertained. I did my best, but by the end of the day I was just worn out. I fell asleep right in front of Momma with my toy still in my mouth. She watched, and I didn't move at ALL for thirty straight minutes. She had to watch my chest to make sure I was breathing.

When I finally woke up from there, it was just to stagger over to the couch and pass out again. What a tiring weekend!

Yay!

We gots the news back about my chin bumpy biopsy, and it turns out it's just some kind of dermatitis. That's a skin condition caused by a skin parasite or maybe fleas or allergies. I'm going to take some meds first for the parasite, and if that doesn't help, we'll do some allergy tests. But it's nothing more serious. TOLD you so, Momma!

How DOES she do it??

You know, sometimes it's hard having a super-smart Momma. She has letters after her name and tells a bunch of lawyers and judges what they should be doing ALL the time. Which makes it hard on me at home. For example, I am SUPER DUPER REALLY GOOD at hiding. I can turn almost totally invisible when I gets into my pawfect hiding place. Squint REAL hard at this picture and see if you can find me. I know you can't!

But Momma finds me EVERY time!! Can you believes it?! All that edumacation of hers is the ONLY explanation. Sheesh. Anyone else cursed by smart peeps?

Tongue-out Tuesday

Hang on, Momma, I've gots a special picture for you just for today. Ready?

Close ME off with a baby gate, will ya?!

It looks better this way!

A few weeks ago, because I've been SO good and well behaved, Momma finally took the baby gate off the top of the stairs and let me wander the office upstairs. I have a whole extra toybox up there, so I loved being able to run up and down. But this weekend, the baby gate came back out. And it's all HIS fault.

Apparently when you've been quiet for too long, Mommas come to investigate, and when they find you giving a little makeover to something they had on a shelf, they get all upset about it.

I regrets nothing. But I'm trying to figure out how to get that baby gate back down!! So far I've been standing there and barking at it to try to intimidate it to fall over. Any other ideas?