Torture

My mama made hundreds of these torture devices.

All they do is stare at me, and I am not allowed to approach at all. Kibble just doesn't compare.

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Run Free Thrawn, Run Free

RIP Thrawn from your buddies, Patches and Sparky. We will miss you - but know that you are in a place where you can run free of pain. Please send your puppy hugs and kisses to Maryann and the rest of the Brat Pack.

Patches' neuter is scheduled

I try to be the best brother I possible can be to Patches...but sometimes he's just so hard to handle. Lately, he's been bugging me so much - grabbing my precious jowls with his sharp baby toofers and poking me in the eyeballs with his paws! It's all the additional testosterone. Which is why mama finally made an appointment to get his man tumors taken out!

Luckily, the pup will be able to fully enjoy Christmas before going under the knife. Unfortunately, his New Year may start out a little...empty. Patches' appointment is December 29.

Of course, when he is under the weather it also means that I have to behave as well. Hopefully Patches will be a little calmer than I was when I got out of surgery. I also hope that if he gets one of these, that I get one too because it's best to not play favorites.

I tried to fill him in on all the nasty details, but he paid me no attention. Can you blame him?

Tag!

I received a tag from Stella, the Queen of Gooberville and baby sister of our favorite Goober, Stanley to tell everyone 8 facts about myself! This is my first tag ever!

First off...here are the rules: List eight ( 8 ) random facts about yourself. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them). Let them know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.

1. I'm a pup with four colors - white, brown, black and PINK! My belly has very little fur on it, so all you see is pink baby skin. Oh, and the brown parts are only on my face and bum! The great doG in heaven was being silly when he colored me.

2. I immediately settle down and take a nap if you put a blanket over my head.

3. I do not chew my food. My mama saw the evidence when I threw up a whole carrot she gave me.

4. I wait for Sparky to soften up his piggy skin roll treat, then I steal his and claim it as my own.

5. I can potty on command, which my mama and pop learned the hard way! They kept saying "Patches, do you need to go outside to go potty?" and I would squat and potty right there - on the couch, the floor, the bed - it didn't matter. It seriously took them a week to figure that out!

6. My bark sounds like a woman's scream. I think I could give Tadpole a run for his money in the sound department.

7. I'm being enrolled in Puppy Day Care for socialization, since I bark at every human and animal that moves. (I'm no longer allowed to go to PetSmart due to my excessive hyperactivity - mama's rules, not PetSmart's. She said I sound like an abused puppy and people come running to make sure I'm OK.)

8. My breath smells really bad, because I am finally losing all of my teeth.

Now for the tagging....baby Pinot, Joey, Toby, Balbao, Ozzy, Poppy, Gwen, and finally - Petra. Don't let me down guys (and gals)!

Chocolate is my crack

Dogs are not allowed to eat chocolate. Chocolate contains theobromine. A naturally occurring stimulant found in the cocoa bean, theobromine increases urination and affects the central nervous system as well as heart muscle. While amounts vary by type of chocolate, it's the theobromine that is poisonous to dogs. Granted, we dogs have to eat a large portion of chocolate to get sick, but like humans - once we taste the stuff, we want MORE.

I have never had a taste of chocolate. But, I do smell it all the time.

These are my treats:

These are my mama's:
They both look totally yummy - similar color, cool shapes. But let me tell you, her peanut M&M's make me drop whatever I am doing so I can get a fix! I come running when I see or hear her stick her hand in that bag. And luckily my mama will blow some of her chocolate'y peanut breath my way. It's heaven. It's also teasing...but it's better than nothing.

Since eating her treats would make us sick, she makes sure to put them where Patches and I can not even possibly reach. Sigh. It's tough being a pup.

Hybrid Photo Shoot

Yesterday began the never-ending quest for a very special Christmas Card photo. This new project is driving me BATTY!!! If it weren't for all the yummy treats, I would totally be packing my bags.

Out of 218 pictures (all with a flash, I might add), only 3 are even worth showing. Why? Because Patches will not sit still! He's blurry in almost every single one of them! I think it would be perfectly OK to use the pawsome shot of me alone, but mama did not agree. She said we can't leave Patchy out. Whatever.


The most perfect picture of all. Right?


See...blurry Patches ruining my shot.


A good one of Patches, finally.

Thanksgiving Thanks

Happy Thanksgiving to everypup and their human caregivers!!!

As I approach the anniversary of my "gotcha day" (December 20!), I remember everything that I am especially thankful for...

My mama - she is my all time favorite person in the whole wide world! She cuddles me and gives me ear scratches, and feeds me and walks me and gives me tons and tons of toys and treats. I just light up when I see her.

My pop - he is the super best wrassling machine! He doesn't care if I nip him or climb up his back or stick my bum in his face. When I hear his truck pull into the driveway, I park myself by the door and attack him when he comes in.

My food - what more can I say...I love the stuff.

My bed - made by nuns, and filled with good smelly stuff. It's the perfect new addition to my kennel.

Patches (yes, this is in order!) - he's a great little brother, always ready to play and run around the house. He's almost as tall as I am now, but I still have a couple more pounds on him.

I'm pretty sure that Patches is not thankful for that Hitler 'stash he's still sporting. Poor guy.

Our tails - NOT one in the same

Maggie and Mitch told us all about their tails on their blog, and I thought it would be fun to tell everyone about our tails, because they couldn't be more different.

My parents almost named me Wilbur (the pig from Charolette's Web!) due to the curliness of my tail (and my snorting issue). It's a total corkscrew! My tail only unwinds when I am sleeping, or close to sleeping - otherwise, it's wound up tight next to my bum. I feel sorry for those puggles out there with a straight tail, because having a cinnamon bun tail is awesome - no one ever steps on it, it doesn't bang into things or get caught in doors, and I never have to worry about the terrible poo schmear.

Just because my tail is curly, doesn't mean it doesn't wag...

Patchy's tail is staight and boney, and constantly gets in the way...plus, it can't decide what color it wants to be - he's got 3 colors on that stick - black, white and a tiny bit of brown. The best part about his tail is that is it built for destruction. He's constantly knocking over cups and papers and he has the ability to bring young children to their knees in pain, his tail is that strong. Unfortunately, he has absolutely no control over the thing, and doesn't realize that when our Mama is in the kitchen, he has to curl his tail up. I don't know how many times the poor guy's been stepped on - you'd think he'd learn by now. Patches also has a cool hairy explosion at the tip of his tail! I think it's the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel part of him. I try to bite it off every day!

How we keep busy

We've been rather naughty lately, but don't take our word for it. Check these shots out...



...my mama's threatening to chain us up to a treadmill all winter, since we have so much energy to expel, and it's too cold to go outside for the walk we need.

Kissin' Pups

Sometimes, Patches and I will sit in the big chair and smooch.