It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

Seriously though, can't we get thru Thanksgiving first?

I am the kind of pup who wants to enjoy each and every holiday and it aggrivates me when they kind of start cheating one. For some reason, they seem to cheat Thanksgiving. It is by far one of my favorite holidays because of all of the food.

This year though for some reason, everyone has gone from Halloween decorations straight to Christmas decorations. What about Thanksgiving? I know they have cool turkey decorations somewhere. Doesn't everyone enjoy a holiday where you don't have to go to work and can sit around eating all day long and nap with your favorite humans?

I love Thanksgiving. I love having the kids sneak me all of that delicious food while my dad makes me a plate. Do me a favor, stop and enjoy Thanksgiving this year. You might come to see it is truly an awesome holiday!

Evacuation Proclamation

I am sure most of you know we had to evacuate for Hurricane Ike. While the drive to my grandparents was a little overwhelming (seriously, you try riding in a small car with 3 kids), we made it safe and sound. The good news was that it only took us 5 hours this time rather than the 32 it took when we thought Rita was going to come visit. I can honestly say mom and dad learned a lot from our first evacuation...don't take Hwy 45!

We stayed gone about a week, but you will be glad to know that there was no damage to any of my blankets, toys, or bones. Everything was found right where I left it, with the exception of the things that Hobo took it upon himself to move.

While I am glad to be back home, I do have to admit that I miss chasing the geese with Hobo. We had a blast getting to do that daily.

There is really and truly no place like home!

Hot Dog...buns

Just a word to the wise, it is NOT a smart thing to eat half a package of hot dog buns when you are less than a foot tall and weigh only 12 pounds.

MINE!!!

Hobo just does not understand that most things in the house are MINE.

As usual he has decided to take it upon himself to start playing with MY stuff. Sometimes I have to show him who is boss and go and reclaim what is rightfully mine. Luckily I still outweigh the fur ball by about 2 pounds and can toss him around like a rag doll to get my stuff back. Plus I am waaaaay stronger.

I am getting a little nervous though, because he is growing by leaps and bounds. Before long he will be bigger than me, and that worries me a little. I don't know how I am going to get my stuff back when he gets bigger than me. Oh well...for the time being I have reclaimed my stuff and plan on putting it on the couch because he still hasn't figured out how to jump up there.

Oh, how I love to tan!

Yep, I like to spend at least a good 30 minutes outside when the weather permits laying out in the pretty lush grass tanning. It does sooo much for the soul and is a good relaxing technique.

Oh no they didn't...

I am beside myself with confusion. I distinctly remember my mom saying that Hobo would be kennel trained. I KNOW she said it. I heard her. She even went out and bought a pretty new kennel for him. Heck we even spent several nights having to listen to him whine only to have dad give into his crying and let him out.

I thought we had a good arrangement, he slept on the floor on the pillow and blanket that mom found for him, and I had my spot in the middle of the bed.

Imagine my surprise when I hop into bed Friday night only to find that little fur ball there. In MY bed, okay, well maybe it is mom and dad's bed, but I am always sleeping in it.
I just don't know what I am going to do. First he is always trying to eat my food, then he is always finding my bones that I spend many hours hiding, and I have even put up with the occasional lap time he gets with the parents...but this is just unacceptable.

I am not adjusting well to having a little brother at all.

Oh, brother!

Yep, you read that right, oh brother! I don’t know what my momma and daddy was thinking when they went out and got me a new brother. I mean seriously, am I not totally cute and lovable? Why did they think they needed another little boy?

He is soooo annoying! He tries to steal my bones constantly and I end up having to hide them. The good thing is that momma is too busy to fold laundry so that provides me plenty of hiding spots in the clothes sitting on the couch. Oh, and since my brother, which they named Hobo, is such a runt he can’t jump up there to find them. Hahahaha

Also, what a PIG! He practically inhales his food and then comes over and tries to help himself to mine. Luckily, I pack a mean bark and have let him know that he is not allowed to have even a crumb. He seems to forget frequently and I always have to remind him that it is MY food.

Oh and before I go, I have a funny story…When I steal Hobo’s bones we play chase around the house. Since it was my house first I know where all the furniture is at and how to glide smoothly around things when he is pursuing me. Last night he was running and didn’t make the turn and ran into daddy’s chair. It was hilarious!

Well I better get going, before he finds me on here and decides he has something he wants to say…