Thursday, March 24, 2011
We also got a care package from our dog cousins Tyson and Taz. They live on the Jersey Shore and are totally DTF and regularly GTL. Whatever that means. They sent us a load of goodies - squeaky toys (without stuffing), a new cuz, some bully sticks (which my mama cringed at, but are sooooooooo good!), and a whole bag of cookies! Patches claimed the dragon toy right away, and had the nerve to growl at me every time I went to ask him to share. That's OK because when he fell asleep, I stole it, gave it a colonoscopy and destroyed the squeaker!
Yes, friends...say it with me...WINNING!!! If I didn't hate cats, I might actually admit that I have tiger blood in me!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
She wants to win.
And we want her to win, because I'm pretty sure that she will take us out for burritos and beer for being such willing participants and good sports for having to endure wearing orange braids and green beads until the perfect shot was achieved.
To our pawsome friends...please go to the Friday Puppy and vote for us!
We're in 3rd place - but it's not good enough, because there is no consolation prize. You can only vote once, so make it count! Polls close Thursday.
(Mama's Note: I'm 100% sure that if we do win - which is pretty slim - that I will not be sharing the prize with Sparky and Patches. They produce more than enough stink on their own without adding Mexican food to the mix.)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Pee S - For all who wondered, aloud or to yourselves, it took approximately 12 hours for the rice to exit our systems. And, it was tasty - which lead to some additional name calling from our mama. Someone send us a bar of soap to wash her mouth out with!
Monday, February 28, 2011
We've been hanging around, doing much of the same - eat, sleep, play, poop - although not necessarily in that order. I'm pleased to report that Patches' squirrel'ly behavior has continued, which means that I am most certainly the most loved dog in this household. He's certifiably nutty. His bark is ridiculous (I've always complained about that), he does these "zoomies" when you mention the words "dinner" and "breakfast," he plays with the water bowl and tries to escape the yard when we're outside. Yes, he still potties on command - but who cares?! It's only because he's a spindly little creature with no insulating fur on his belly! It's cold out there.
However, he's a major cuddle bug and will spoon anything and everything until the cows come home. While I like to curl up in a ball at my mama's feet (yes, under the covers), Patches will lay his body down the length of her, tucking his head into her shoulder. My mama seems to forget what a SPAZ he is in those moments. It's all "Patchy, you're such a nice boy." She's so weak. I should fill her in the next time I see him eating his own poop, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't get so close to his face then.
How can one think this *thing* is cute?! His fur can't even decide to be a single color!
Gag me with a rawhide.