I'm ailing..

I hurt my foot today...so
Pawce out!

keeping slim thru the Holidays...

Whew... they're gone. my brudda's and sista came home for the turkey day. When they come there is mass confusion and it's very stressful. People are sleeping where other people usually sleep (poor $Bill).My mudda is stressed while trying to please everyone; which CAN NOT be done.

Others just don't appreciate her like I do. She's still recouping and I think she worked just as hard as anyone. If I had hands I WOULD HELP her with the dishes and the cooking.
I would probably eat more than I baked but I would help her. I think I gained a few lbs though with the fried turkey and yeast rolls. LUV those rolls!!

today...

sooo after I ate my breakfast and worked on my self improvement I bought the program "Better typing for fat padded dogs 101- irst edition" offered by MicroSoft. Don't tell mudda; I used her Amex. I went outside to eat my breakfast and took 2 slurps of not yet bird-dropping or bathing water...ahhh refreshing. It's like a fine wine. I peed and then pooped. It kind of steamed up this morning..I know too much information, right? Dolla then peed where I'd peed...oooh that ticks me off!!!
I then proceeded to my bed of Boganvilla's for my days' slumber..I mean power nap.

Thanks to Khyler

soooo. thanks to my sista , Khyler (really Schuyler...I just have a slight speech impediment); I have decided to work on my typing skills.

As, I really only have big fat oversized pads for fingers. you'd think she'd cut me some slack and know that I'm working with a great disablity. But being the perfectionist she is..and as I suspected she would hold me to a higher standard. Nevermind that I am probably the only dog Blogger..or at least that she knows of. I set the standard! Go clean up your apartment Schuyler...take that!

I'm baaaack!!!

miss me???

been taking care of my mudda. she's been dog sick..I think I've seen her at her lowest. She's always so on the go and this week. ..flat on her back.

My parents made me sleep down stairs...bummer. I think because I sleep jump.
ok,.yeah I said it///I sleep jump into the bed.somerimes i land on dady's head..nor good.

i went to the spa this weekend..they cab sure soap a dog up!

my mudda

my mudda is re-couping. I've got to devote 300% of my time getting her well.
she's my life.

you've got to remember...

I know difficult as it may be to believe; I am a dog. So hearing from me everyday may be a bit of a stretch. I've got dog things to do and you are probably human and have a need to be "connected". That ain't me..so don't be trippin'!
And plus what do you want to know? I slept, ate, and pooped...repeatedly?

Get a life :)It's not like I go scuba diving and hang glidin'..

One thing I can tell you...I'm glad my daddy is home.
I like to beat up on him. He calls me the little rapist becuse I occasionally get the Holy Ghost and try to hump Morti. He smells quite appealing and I can't expalin it. It's just a harmless hump. I don't actually get traction...