Oh Happy Day

I don't believe I've ever really detailed my love for beer bottle caps. They are far and away my most favorite item to chase, bat around, dump in the middle of Mom and Dad's bed, etc. I have amassed a large collection, most of it contained under the couch and fridge. When I hear the fridge open followed by the drawer, I come running. Oh, I quiver with anticipation as the cap is snapped off and thrown for me to retrieve.

Nothing beats bottle cap fishing though. Once I have lost enough under the couch, Mom or Dad will pull out the magnetic pole and drag them back out. It's Christmas Day!

Yesterday Dad came back from a guys night and I heard that familiar jingle coming from his pocket. I was intrigued because Dad is not a beer connoisseur so I didn't think he would have a stash of caps. OH BUT HE DID! Unfortunately for me, I only got two and the rest were squired away for later. Don't worry, I'll get them one way or another...

Some People Never Learn

If Mom insists on trimming my nails (AGAIN), then I must insist on jumping on her shoulders and "accidentally" slipping whilst dragging what is left of them down her back. Enjoy the scars.

The Baby of the Family

It seems I am no longer the youngest one on the block. Aunt Emily adopted Benjamin and I would like to take this opportunity to welcome him to the family and give him some advice.

1) Don't come visit. Your brother Toby thought he could, just ask him how that worked out.

2) Bite as much as you can (anything and everything). It establishes your dominance early.

3) If you don't want it taken away, don't eat stuff that Mom can discover in your poop. (See previous post)

BUSTED!

I knew this day would come eventually. As those of you who read my Christmas list know, I am an avid fan of q-tips. The hard plastic capped off by cotton, it's a dream come true to chew on. Well, I think I have chewed my last q-tip....

Mom was sifting through the litter box. By the way, Mom has to clean up my waste and I'm the pet? Whatever... Oops, got distracted there. So, Mom was sifting through the poo while I was on one of my supervised visits to the basement. I was engaging in one of my favorite games: stand on the top shelf and chew the water tubing while Dad yells and tries in vain to reach me, when I heard Mom coming down the stairs. I thought nothing of it, figured she was transferring the laundry. Then I noticed the scooper in her hand and the look on her face.

"Look at what I found in the litter box," she exclaimed to Dad. Oh no, it was as plain as day even from my perch. It was a poop encrusted q-tip. "Noooooo way!" said Dad. "Oh yes," said Mom. "It's still intact!" Their eyes then turned to me and all I could do was look from one to the other. "Your q-tip days are through," Mom pronounced before tromping back up the stairs to send cell phone pictures of my little surprise.

Did I mean to eat the q-tip? No. I was chewing to my heart's content and then next thing I knew, I had swallowed it. I felt funny the whole rest of the day and you cannot imagine the relief when it finally came back out. But now I will never know the pleasure of one again. Sigh...............

Sew How's it Going?

I found a new way to annoy Mom today. She decided to be homemaker-like and sew up some of the holes I have put in their bed sheets low these many months because, in her words- "These sheets were expensive and we ARE NOT throwing them away just because Auggie chewed a couple holes in them!" I decided to make her regret this decision.

Do you know how much fun it is to try and run away with string in your mouth while Mom is trying to thread it through a needle? I do. It makes her yell too, ALOT. I ran out of the room after a few minutes of this, just to make her think the coast was clear. I waited until she was engaged in the act of sewing before I pounced again. Unfortunately, this caused her to accidentally poke me with the needle. It was a small price to pay for the amount of mischief I caused. I managed to eat some of the bits of string she cut off too. All in all, a good day.