Good Week!

Last week was one of the best weeks of my life, I think. First of all - we WON the Friday Puppy Photo Contest! Thank you to everyone who voted! (And also thank you to those who left a comment...that was so sweet.) Our award came in the mail today, so I am soon to have a serious talk with my mama about how we can spend our winnings. I would like a Bombers buffalo chicken burrito with extra guacamole on the side. For some reason, I think she has other plans that don't include the subjects of the photo, and if that is true, we will have our revenge plan handy.


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!

Help us win! VOTE!

Can I talk about our mama for a hot second? For all who don't know her, she's probably the most competitive crazy person on the planet...emphasis on the crazy. Not only did she made us pose for this ridiculous picture, she also submitted it to a local blog written by a man who owns Bombers Burrito Bar and Wolff's Biergarten - two (well, three really because we have two Bomber's in our area) local hot spots. Every Friday, they feature an adorable puppy.

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.)

HULA members!!! Finally!

It's been an interesting couple of days here in our modest household. First and foremost, Patches and I were inducted into the Husky United Liberation Army (HULA) by CEO and Founder, Meeshka, and we have the certificate to prove it! Sign, sealed and delivered! We feel very honored that we now officially belong to this exclusive club, especially since we are not of the Husky breed. I want to let all of the members know that Patches and I will continue to strive to be the very best faux Huskies that the world has ever seen. Salute! Stop by Meeshka's World to see our formal initiation and what led to our induction. It was a true work of art.

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!

Reclaiming Our Blog

We're ashamed about how long it's been since we've updated our blog. Please don't look at the date on the last post. It's embarrassing.


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.

Patches, the Destroyer

A little known fact about Patches. He's nuts. When mama takes me out to go potty *alone* he loses his marbles and nothing in the house is safe from his craziness. This time he took his frustration out on the CD tower.


Hey look! It's in two pieces now!

Mama should know better than to keep such an item by the backdoor - especially since this is not the first time this has happened. She should also join the rest of the universe and just invest in an iPod since CD's are sooooooooooo 1990. (BTW - don't look to closely at her teeny-bopper taste in music. How many CD's does Britney Spears and N*Sync have anyway?! Good doG!)

Luckily, he took his jail term like a real man. No appeals to delay the process. He was awarded time for good behavior - but don't worry...I roughed him up when he was released.


Maybe this time he learned his lesson.

Bros for LIFE!

The best part about this place is the sun spots that appear in the afternoon. They are the best! Being a black dog, I especially love the warmth that blankets my entire dogness.


Often times you will find Patches right next to me...


...and sometimes, he moves himself on top of me.

I'm not mean, I promise...

...but it's hard to tell with this picture! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYPUP!

(Hey Maggie - - I think my beard may be longer than yours!)

We hope that everyone has a fun and fantastic Christmas holiday! We plan to spend the day with our mama (who tried to be sneaky by hiding our presents where she thought we wouldn't find them!), eating wonderful food (cookies!) and playing with our new toys (ooop...let the cat out of the bag!).

Tear some wrapping paper. Knock down a few ornaments from the tree. Be Merry! We love you guys!

Keep the Treats Coming!

The weather outside is frightful - but inside it's so delightful! We've trained our mama well!

Where's Pandie?

After weeks of trying to welcome Pandie into our little family - she had to be re-homed. We were kinda sad about it, but truth be told, she didn't like our mama too much. We didn't help much though because ever time our mama tried to work with the little munchkin, Patches and I would become really possessive.

Luckily, one of our cousins stepped in and gobbled up Pandie Bear! She's healthy and happy and getting ALL the (proper) attention she deserves. We're a little jealous that she has a huge fenced-in backyard to play in.

So, we're back to a two dog household and everything is as it should be. Our mama only has two hands, so she shouldn't really have more than two dogs. (We think the Brat Pack's mama is secretly an octopus!)