Cravat

This morning, my personal valet tied a cravat under my chin.  He said that it was all the rage according to Beau Brummell. I think I look smashing!  Next time, I will ask for a pink or blue one. 

I call this knot "The Ripley" in my honor.All I need now is my top hat, monocle, and walking stick!

Trash Again

 I woke up early today and went through the trash again.  This time, there was a piece of chocolate cake with red frosting and I decided to eat it.  It was sweet and delicious. 

Unfortunately, the red frosting got onto my white paws and I made a big mess so my mommy saw it and I got into trouble. 

She said that chocolate was bad for dogs and I could die if I ate too much chocolate.  Luckily, it was only 1 small slice.

My dad put some pieces of banana in the trashcan and tried to tempt me.  But, I didn't want to get into any more trouble so I refrained from touching the banana in the trashcan.  I didn't get any breakfast or lunch again as punishment, so I was very sad.

I don't know why I go into the trash because I know I'm not supposed to do that.  Bad boy! 

Trash, Barf, the Pits

Last Sunday, we had a little Father's Day get together and there was lots of trash in the trashcans.  The next morning, I got up very early and I was tempted by the various foods inside.  I don't know what got into me, but I went through every single trashcan and emptied the contents.  It was a lot of work since there were 5 trashcans in the kitchen.  My mommy found the mess and I got into a lot of trouble.

The next day, I woke up early again, and I went through the trashcans the second time.  I think I will plead temporary insanity because I'm a good boy and I don't do those things.  My mommy didn't give me breakfast or lunch that day and I was very hungry. That day, I barfed and pooped out some shiny things (my mommy called it aluminum foil). 

On Tues and Wed mornings, I barfed bile which got my mommy really scared since that's what started my cancer/tumor.  She told me that I better not let the tumor come back again.  

We had another party on Friday and I saw some caramel corn in the trashcan.  The smell just called out to me and while my mommy was in the kitchen, I tried to take it out, but she heard me and I got into trouble again. Sigh.

This morning (Sat), I barfed at 3 am and at 5 am.  The 5 am barf had my old friend, the peach pit.  I remember eating a whole peach while I was walking with my grammy, but that was over 3 weeks ago!  I guess it was stuck in my tummy this whole time.   I will blame my trash digging behavior on the peach pit because it somehow caused my brain to not work and be a bad boy.  Not guilty!

Let Me In!

On Saturday, my dad was in the garage working, and he lets me wander in the front yard by myself because I'm a good boy and I don't run away.  I was busy sniffing the front yard and when I turned around, I saw that the garage door had closed and my dad had went inside the house.  I couldn't believe that he forgot about me and left me outside!! I went to the backyard fence, but that was closed, and so was the front door.  I tried to open the garage door, but since I didn't have the magic button, I couldn't.  I waited and waited and waited on the front porch for a long time. 

About an hour later, I could hear my mommy calling me from inside the house.  She was calling me and calling me and I heard her say, "Is he outside all by himself?" and then she opened the front door.  TaDa! There I was!  She then asked me why I had slobber on my mouth. 

That's my secret...

It's Banana Time!!

Every morning, my master eats a banana so I get to have some too. I know the routine and when it's banana time, I rush over to my spot so that he can throw me some banana pieces. He put the banana sticker on my head today. It says, "Chiquita" and I don't know what that means, but I know it tastes good.

Sometimes he overthrows it and it goes over my head, so it gets stuck in the golden gate. I'm scared of the golden gate because when it falls down, it makes a loud noise and I don't like loud noises. When my banana gets stuck, I stare it and somebody usually gets it for me. I'll even wait until my mommy wakes up and then I run over and stare at the banana, and she'll ask, "What are you staring at?" and she sees that it's stuck there. I'm very good at showing people what I want them to do.

I love my daily bananas.

Chicken Jerky Treats

My auntie got me some chicken jerky treats that I got to try today! She said that she was shopping at Costco and saw it and thought of me. She is so nice. This is the bag and I'm trying to open it, but I can't since I don't have opposable thumbs.

But, I have paws, which I use to hold the jerky in place so that I can gnaw on it. I am very good at holding it just right so that I can eat it daintily.

30 seconds later, it's gone and I'm trying to see if I left any crumbs on the carpet. Sadly, there isn't any. I hope I get it again tomorrow.

Thank you, Auntie Mitzi!

Different Ways of Wearing a Bandanna

1. Russian Old Lady

2. Teenage Girl Ribbons

3. Train Robber Cody the Kid

4. Gangsta Penguin Rapper

5. Baby Bib for Drools

6. K-9 Advantix Commercial Camp Counselor

Which one is your favorite?