Monday Blues

I was just sitting on my window sill looking outside to a gray sky, there isn't even a ray of sunshine to bark at. It's just bleak and wet outside. No bueno. Today is Monday which means I don't get to see my parents all day long after spending two whole days hanging out with them. I get a little sad when I have to be by myself again. I understand, someones got to bring in the cash but I just get lonely sometimes, especially when it's Monday and rainy outside.

I have to shake this off. Let's get some positive thoughts rolling on here. Why don't I tell you about the super weekend I had?

On Friday, mum and dad stuck around during the night time which is always a treat. Sometimes they just come home, walk me, feed me and bail on me. Like they have something more important than me... ha! I guess they need some playgroup time too. They watched the color box with other people on it and I snuggled on my mum's lap. That's my favorite place to fall asleep. She has a super soft blue blanket that keeps me extra warm. She calls it her blanket but we both know it's really mine.

Saturday was the most fun of all. We got up and mum left to go somewhere so my dad took me for a nice walk, although it was short so I was a bummed out a little bit. I like being outside and it was kind of sunny so I wanted to stay out. I knew something was up because they left my orange harness on and normally they only do that if it's playgroup day. Mum came back and we all headed down to the car. Oh, how I LOVE the car. My parents bring my yellow bed and put it on the seats behind them and I get to walk back and forth and have all this space to myself. Plus, it makes a humming sound that I can hear and feel and it makes me sleepy. Arf! We're going somewhere!!

The first place we stopped mum and dad got out and left me behind. At first I hated it when they do this because I worry. I know I might look like a tough guy but I don't know where they're going, when they will be back, and it's not fair that they don't take me. Lucky for me they stopped the car right in front of the building they were in so I could see them. They brought out a bunch of bags that looked heavy and we were moving again. This time to one of my very favorite places... the BEACH!!

We got out and walked down the steps to the soft, sandy part. It was so cool! After a long conversation, dad finally convinced mum to take the leash off of me. BEST MOVE EVER!!! I went running where ever I pleased and mum and dad were keeping a close eye on me. Don't tell them but I don't like to get too far away from them. What happens if I lose them in a crowd? I would be howling. Awuuu!

I kept finding these weird smelling brown things that kind of looked like a plant. Some of them had bugs flying around them. I figured they were pretty important because there wasn't any other grass or plants on the beach so I just left my scent behind... if you know what I mean.

We were all having a great time on the beach walking and running and there were so many other dogs around. Some were really crazy and they actually went into the moving water!! WHAT?? I know, that's what I barked too. Then the worst moment of the day occurred. We got to one part of the beach that had moving water. Mum and dad leaped over it and were calling my name. Don't you freaks know how much I hate the water? I walked up and down that stream of water trying to find a dry spot. Mum kept calling my name and telling me "Come on, Bugs!" but I was scared. I didn't know how deep it was and it's not like the puddles of water when we walk in the city, this was MOVING. I might get swept away! I tried to touch it but it was so cold my paw hurt. I started to panic because dad told mum to keep walking and I'd follow. Ha! I'm not falling for your human trick dad. So I did the next best thing. I sat on my bum and looked a mum with the biggest puppy doggie eyes I could muster. It worked. She broke and came running back to me. She picked me up and carried me across the water. She's a sucker sometimes... actually most of the times but it works out for me so I'm not complaining. What a great day! I was completely pooped after that. That was the best.

Then Sunday happened and it started raining again. When will the rain stop? Oh well, I really can't complain too much, I spent all day Saturday hanging out on the beach with my parents. I'm feeling better now after remembering out beach trip. Stay tuned! I'll probably have more to write about when this weather clears up.

Valentine's day

I'm all for a day of love but what really rubs my fur the wrong way is when it rains all weekend long!! Grrrrrr... so this is how I felt about Valentine's Day 2009.

Ahhhh.... SUNDAY!!!!!

Last Friday

On Friday it was raining and I can't stand it when I get water on my paws and on my coat. I absolutely refuse to walk. Once we were out of the door I saw the dark patches on the concrete and made an immediate right to relieve myself as close to the door as possible, thus limiting the amount of time I would be exposed to the elements. That wasn't good enough. Mum pulled me forward like I was going to walk... right... ain't happening. So I dug my four paws into the ground and pulled back hoping she'd get what I was saying. Mum looked silly, she was carrying this thing over her head that covers her (not me!) and I was pulling back with all my might making it near impossible for her to walk me. She gave up: Bugsy-1 Mum-0.

I guess she felt bad that I couldn't spend time outside, as she should, I mean, I need exercise! Have you seen my waist? Anyway, she and dad decided to throw some of my favorite toys around. They were throwing my toys all over the place and I had almost every toy out of my toy basket, dad normally doesn't let me do that. It was so much fun! The only problem was after I ran my butt off to pick them up, they'd come over and take the toy away from me. WHAT THE...? I tried growling to ensure they understood my displeasure, but that didn't stop them. They did it over and over again. Finally, I just decided to protect as many of my toys as possible.

This first picture is of me during playtime zoning out with my toys around me.

The second one is because mum called my name and she was holding that weird contraption that flashes light.

The last picture is of me guarding all of my toys so my parents would stop trying to take them away from me, it's my guard dog pose.

Happy Birthday to me!

Yes, it's true. Today is my 3rd birthday! I guess that means I'm 21 years old in human years. Pass me a martini... I gotsa story to tell ya...

Last night my dad took me out for a walk and I got a little pebble stuck in my paw. Honestly, I didn't think such a itty bitty little thing could cause that much pain. My pops was on the phone yacking about who-knows-what and started freaking out because I was hobbling. I kept looking at him and saying "Check my paw! Check my paw!" Poor guy, he had no idea. He got so worried and was going to drag me back to the apartment so I caved and sat on my butt and licked my paw until that little rock went flying to the ground. Dad looked relieved but took me right back home. I hadn't even gone #2 yet... I knew it was going to be a problem later on.

Anyway, so my mum strolls in at 9:30pm, which is super late for a school night if you ask me. She was happy to see me, as she always is but she didn't listen to me. I kept telling her "I need to go out... dad, didn't let me finish!" but she thought I was just playing and kept trying to kiss me and rub my ears. Durrr, lady...

We hit the sack at the regular hour. I'm all snuggled and warm under mums blankie and I'm dreaming about birds on the beach and chasing them. In my dream I'm hooting and hollering after these suckers that always take off right before I can sink my teeth into them. Then I get a pain in my belly and I wake up. I realized it was my #2 knocking on the door. I tried to nudge either one of my parent awake but they just turned over. I got up to see what my options were. The kitchen was dark and the floor was cold, but that's where I eat! I can't have a crash landing in there... that's just gross. I know dad would be furious if my poop touched his beloved hardwood floors (I've heard him make people take their shoes off to walk on the floor. Crazy, I know!). So my only options are the bedroom where we sleep or the bathroom with that weird white sculpture in it. I opt for the bathroom because it can smell bad in there sometimes and they always turn on the light when they go in there.

So, I can't hold it any longer... I HAVE to go at this point. I run into the room, pop a squat and lay out a pile. My dad heard the riot I was making so he came running in. He woke mum up and the took me out for a walk but by then, the deed was done. Nothing left to release but I got in some good sniffing time. Sorry for the mess, mum and dad and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!