Twizzlers...

ain't nothing wrong with that...

When it all gets to be too much....

just put a paw over your eye and call it a day...

Well That Didn't Go As Planned....

I may have shot myself in the paw with this one... in my excitement over posting to this here blog, I tend to chew the power cord on Mom's computer. Apparently, I chewed right through rendering it inoperable...I know this because Mom complained about it...A LOT! And then Dad was scolding her for leaving it out because "you know that's what he does". I'm assuming he was referring to me. It was no skin off my back, I can always use Dad's computer. Thankfully for Mom, Dad was able to solder the cord and shrinkwrap it back together. Unfortunately for me, Mom actually listened to Dad and won't leave her cable out anymore...

An Open Letter to the Baby Next Door

I realize you are small and though I have never dealt directly with your kind, I have heard things. That being said, I still must call you out on some behavior that is negatively affecting me.

Picture it, I am downstairs, batting beer caps under the couch when suddenly, I hear it. The jingle of a bell, all too familiar. Is it Mom with one of my fuzzy balls? Or could it be Dad with my yellow bear? I must investigate. I run up the stairs, chasing the tantalizing sound. My ears lead me to the extra bedroom. I examine Mom with a critical eye but realize all she is doing is reading. Then where is that sound coming from. I hear it again, this time near the window. I hop up, sniffing furiously and finally look up to see.... your small head staring out the window as you shove a drool covered "rattle" into your mouth.

All I can do is sit and stare while you continue to make that sound that makes my muscles tense and ready for action. It is evil. I realize we live feet apart, but if you will not cease and desist I must insist you close your window good sir. If you refuse to comply, I will find a way out of the screen...oh, I will.