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Easter Weekend at Grandma and Grandpa Hull's

Life is tough for a little man because there ain't no Easter bunny in my world.



We had a long car ride on a long and windy road that made me barf a few times despite the Dramamine my parents gave me beforehand. I was so excited to get out of the car!

Then I spent the night jumping on Grandma's head. I was trying to say, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!"

But Grandma was not amused.

Then the power went out in the middle of the night, and my little room was pitch black. I hate the dark! Especially since I started reading the Twilight series with Mom, and am now scared of vampires jumping out at me.

So I howled and howled until Grandma woke up to see what the commotion was all about. She felt bad for me, so she shined a flashlight beam into my room, which made me feel sooo much better.

Needless to say, after a night like that, I was feeling wiped out the next day. So I spent most of Saturday just bummin' around on my blanket.

Playing with Dad

Dad is so fun to play with. He does this thing with my little mat where he puts it over my head so that the whole world is dark. And then he tosses my mat so that I have to go run and fetch it. It's sooooo fun! You might not think that's very fun, but it's sure entertaining for a little guy like me.

Well folks, it's almost Thanksgiving and I'm very excited! I'm sure there will be lots of treats for me over the next few days. Have a happy Thanksgiving!

Whaaaat?

You never heard of finding a comfy spot?



Mom and Dad keep their blankets in a basket that they put on top of their ugly chair so that I don't pee on the chair.

Me? Pee on a chair? Never.

(Ha.)



Ah, I have to admit. Life is good when you're looking down at the world from this vantage point. So this is what it's like to be a short man! Sure beats being a short dog that's for sure.

By the way, I hope you're not looking up into my nostrils. I forgot to clip my nose hairs this morning.

Peace Out My Brother From Another Mother

All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need...



...or whatevs.

Mom and Me

Oh man, my head looks big here. Mom is engrossed in reading American Wife for her book club. They're meeting tomorrow, so she is putting the pedal to the metal!



Mom finally decided to take a break to take a picture with me. Here I am! Her favorite son. :)

Bump in the Night

Sometimes I hear strange noises outside our house. A dog walking by (oooh, I hate other dogs walking by my turf!), or the sirens going off at the fire station, or teenagers outside the house. That's when I perk up to see what's going on. Mom and Dad are trusting me, so I do everything in my little doggy power to protect the house.



After perking my ears up and checking it out, I decided that we were all safe. So I nestled back onto Dad's belly and checked out for the night. Tee hee hee.

My Austin Powers Impression

Saturday Mornings are my Favorite

I love Saturdays because both Dad and Mom are home all day with me. But what I hate is that it takes them soooo long to wake up. That means I gotta hold the bladder for a couple hours longer than I'm accustomed to. And worst yet, it means I have to wait longer to get my breakfast!!



Mom and Dad sleep upstairs, and I sleep downstairs in the living room. They have a fence that they put up so that I can't get upstairs. Wah. So all I can do is whine and wait for them to notice me. Here I am waiting for Dad to come downstairs and take me out for my morning pee 'n poo.



Once the insides get cleaned out, it's time to eat! I keep my eye on Dad very, very closely. You never know, blink and it may be gone.





Once Dad gives me the signal, then I can finally eat. Yummmmm.





And then once I finish my breakfast (which I always do anyway), I get a special treat: a Dentastix! They clean my teeth and help freshen my breath, but I think they just taste plain delish.





Once I finish my morning ritual, I go lie on the couch all day. Today, I actually slept in my crate in the morning while Mom made soap and Dad painted the coffee table. It was a rainy morning perfect for just lazing around, something I do best.

Good Morning Connecticut

Mom and Dad have finally given up and let me sit on the couch. Hallelujah, I have broken them down! So now, I get the best night's sleep I've ever gotten in my entire life...on premium Bob's leather.



Mom and Dad kept me up late last night watching the election. That explains the mild bags underneath my eyes. However, I'm glad that Obama won. I'm excited to see what change he will bring, including, I hope, the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of milkbones for all American canines.





Well, since Mom woke me up so early this morning, she took me for my morning pee and poo. As you can see, it was a beautiful Fall day outside. Don't you think the fiery foliage really complements my golden locks? I'm so handsome.





Ah yes, there I am below marking my territory and putting forth an impressive display of my male virility. Roarrrrrr....(catches breath)....arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Bath Time Stinks

I've been having some major issues with my skin these past couple of weeks. Most of the hair on my legs has turned dark brown because of all the licking that I've been doing trying to soothe my poor, irritated skin. This happened around the same time last year, so I'm wondering if it's a seasonal allergy type thing.

Either way, Mom and Dad have taken it into their own hands to give me regular baths now, using special medicated shampoo from the vet. It sucks!



Here I am shivering my butt off in the tub. Thankfully Mom and Dad only washed my legs here, so at least part of me wasn't freezing cold. But they did make me stay in the tub for 10 whole minutes to let the shampoo set in.



Poor me. Sigh.

When I was finally rinsed off and allowed out of the tub (sweet freedom), I ran around the first floor like a mad man. Something about water just makes me go nuts. I do the same thing if I've been out in the rain too. Mom and Dad find it very amusing, but really, I'm just trying to dry myself out. Duhhhhh.

Halloween Adventures

Bluh. Halloween is so overrated. Mom recycled my costume from last year. When I saw Mom walking towards me earlier tonight with that maniacal grin on her face, costume in hand, I turned tail and ran. Oh man, I booked it. But Mom was too fast. And now I'm an Oscar Meyer weiner for Halloween...again.



I hate this costume. It's all scratchy, and rides up like crazy. It really gets my mojo down. When kids came to the door tonight, I had no desire to jump up and greet them like I usually do. It was depressing.

I hope you had a better Halloween than I did. Eat some chocolate for me.

Dogs Do the Darnedest Things!

After nearly four months, Mom finally took me to the groomer today for my haircut. (Shudder)

The groomer lady nearly cut off 5 lbs of hair and now I'm a skinny, shriveled mess of a doggie. How am I supposed to look thug when I'm practically bald?? At least she kept my eyelashes in tact this time -- strict orders from Mom, and you don't want to mess with Mom.

So tonight, Mom decided to take me for a walk around the block except I didn't want to go. I look like a laughing stock, and she wanted me to parade it down the street? Aw hells nah.

So we get down the block and I'm digging in my heels the whole time while Mom is trying to tug me down the street. Well, she tugged so hard that my collar slipped right off my neck (thanks to my new haircut, the collar hangs a lot looser). So I do what any sane dog would do, I make a beeline all the way down the block, into my yard, up the porch and to the front door of my house -- with Mom chasing me all the way home.

How do you like dem apples, huh? [grin]

Just Hangin' Out

Don't tell Mom, but I'm not allowed on the couch. Dad doesn't care though. When Mom's not looking, he lifts me up there with him, and we have a good ol' time just goofin' off together. I have the coolest Dad ever!

My Sassy Girl

Did I ever tell you about the play date that I had with Bobo? She's a Pekinese and one little spitfire. She came over to play for the afternoon, and ran me absolutely ragged I thought I was feisty. Whew, y'all gotta check out Ms. Bobo. She was chasing me around and around and around the living room...I was running in fear!

But boy -- do I love a woman who can put me in my place!