Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Calvin & Hobbes
My mama says it’s pretty rare to get a baby tooth as a keepsake. I don’t know about that, I have a belly full of teeth!
So I’ve heard there’s some chick in a fairy outfit who’s supposed to come visit me? Sounds kinda creepy, but if I get a present that’s pretty cool. I hope she has cookies!
Meathead said I should ask for a 60in. LED HDTV with surround sound. Ummmm, I not sure what that means.
Oh well…I’ll leave my tooth under ducky for safe keeping.
Meathead and I think you already have lesson #2 under your belt, uhh ... under your navel, no wait - under your chest - dang! You know what I mean - you got this part down already, but it is worth mentioning because this is the one I am really good at.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Grimace and I agree - a dry crate is the first step in keeping your mom happy. There are other qualities you need to work on as well.
Monday, August 23, 2010
I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy!!! I have very exciting news! For the first time today I didn't pee in my crate! I'm not the baby I once was (despite what my cousins say); look at my baby pic...dang I was cute!
My mama was so excited she did the happy dance! I didn't think it was a big deal, but then I saw my mom frolicking around the room like a banshee! I mean...I could have done this weeks ago to make her happy.
Oh well, will I hold it tomorrow? Hmmmm, I'll check back with ya.
I’m Milo and I’m the new kid on the block. I am 4 months old. I love cookies, the dog park, sleeping with my bunny, chasing butterflies, cookies, chewing on bones, going for walks, cookies, barking at ants, sleeping on the couch, chasing squirrels, wait …I need to catch my breath. Did I forget to say cookies? Oh yes most importantly, I love my mama. She loves telling me she spent big bucks on me, she says it all the time (whatever that means!).
I don’t have a nickname yet. I think my mama just likes my name; she says it all the time. “Milo stop doing this, Milo listen to me, Milo stop chewing on the electrical cord, Milo, Milo, Milo…” GOSH, I heard you the first time! But I digress…
My story is short and sweet. I was born into a home of several cats and dogs. Since I was the last puppy left, I would go with my breeder to work. I had gotten used to my current home; I had lots of friends to play with. Until one day a lady, aka “mama”, came and took me away. I was very scared. I even threw up in my crate the first night. This is when I learned mama freaks out when something is wrong with me. I knew sleeping in the crate at night would soon be a distant memory.
You see, I am a very smart boy. My family says I’m a puppy, but I’m really a big boy. Well…I can’t reach the cookie jar yet, but give me time. All I had to do was eat EVERYTHING on the ground and I got a stomach ache. Like always, my mama freaked and let me sleep in her bed. The diarrhea was no fun, but I sleep in a comfy bed now!
So I’m working the system and my life here is pretty sweet! I don’t even remember the home I came from really. I have a cool dog park behind my house; my mama takes me there every day. I get to run with my big dog friends and have fun. Everyone yells “Milo!” when they see me coming, well not my dog friends – they just sniff my butt.
My new families pretty great too! I have my mama, grandma, Uncle Matt, MoMo, and the man who lives with grandma (that’s what Grimace calls him). Mama says I have other family I need to meet too, I’m very excited!
OMG (I learned that on the internet), I almost forgot Meathead and Grimace! They’re my cousins, which you’ve already met I’m sure. My mama and grandma say I’m a lot like Meathead, I hope so - he’s soooooo cool!!! Anyways, they’re teaching me lots of fun tricks: walking down stairs, how to beg for cookies and peeing with one leg up. Sometimes I get the feeling I annoy them, oh well I’m sure that’s not the case! I’m a puppy, who wouldn’t love me!
Oops, mama’s calling – time for breakfast! Talk to you soon! Oh and if you have any comments on our blog let me know - I'm all ears!!
My name is Captain Grimace Robert Geronimo Shanks, ... the first!
I answer to Grim or Grimmy for short - having a long, commanding name like mine - you have to have a short version. But my name history is alittle more complicated than my companions. My first three years of life were spent living with my brother in another family. I don't remember much of those years, so my life really began when I came to live with papa. I should probably back up and explain.
In my first home I was called Bud and my brother was called Lite. (Yeah - "Bud" - no one is going to remember you with a name like "Bud".) My brother and I didn't receive much care. They fed us and they kept a roof over our heads, but when I left that home I was grossly overweight and my ears were swollen with infection. Thankfully they gave us to Pug Rescue so we could get better and move on. I was with a wonderful Foster Mother for exactly one month. Papa found my picture on Pet Finders - apparently the bull dog wasn't enough for him (despite what you might read in other postings on this blog), and the rest is history.
By the time Papa adopted me, I slimmed down and my ears were healed. I looked buff. My first night in my new home was pretty much a mad house of celebration - apparently the bull dog wasn't enough for anyone - despite what you read in other postings on this blog. There was Meathead and Papa and MoMo, of course, but there was also a lady called "grandma" - I bonded with her pretty fast. And then there was a person called "auntie", she was very sweet and loving, and there was the man who lives with grandma - that is what I call him to this day "the man who lives with grandma". Soon after Papa changed my name to Grimace.
Life has been next to perfect ever since. I live in two places now - Papa's and grandma's. If I had to choose just one (and why would I - how many dogs have 2 homes), I would choose to live with my Grandma. She doesn't have her own dog (despite what her neighbors think - they believe she has 3 dogs) and she dotes on me! And I am good with the doting!
And with regards to my regal name ... I have no frick'en idea how it got so long or so impressive. Must be the force of my magnificant personality - (despite what you might read in other postings on this blog!!)
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Anyway, as you can see, I am now one of 3 (the slope is a slippery one), but I am the one in charge! I am the King. I am the leader. I am the main man. And I am interested in only one thing ... sleep. Do not get in my way when I am heading for the couch. Do not let the puppy loose when I am snoozing. Do not get another dog unless you are absolutely sure ... that is what is requested.