What I have learned from Bug

Tomorrow Bug will be 3 years old and she has graciously allowed me to take over her blog for a day. Here are 10 of the things I have learned from 3 years of living with Bug:

1. when in doubt lick someone
2. take pleasure in the little things like the crunch of an almond, a blade of grass, resting your head on a soft pillow
3. don't let anyone ever beat you out of the starting box
4. just when you think you can't possibly feel this much love for another living creature, that is the moment your love for them truly deepens
5. you gotta wear your racing muzzle if you are going to get to race
6. if you are not going to be exuberant then go back to bed
   
7. the bottle the water comes in is just as important as the water itself (and the cap is pretty fun to chew on)
8. nobody can resist a fully body wag
9. when you don't get what you want just decide you really wanted something else anyway
10. sometimes things are just meant to be

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET, SASSY, NUTBALL BUG!!!

Vote for Pixie and Me

Hey all,

Not sure if this link will work but if you are on Facebook - you should click HERE and vote for the adorable photo of Pixie and me sleeping all snuggled up together. All you have to do to vote is click the "like" button or add a comment about how awesome we are.

If the link doesn't work then you can do the following:

-go to the Bark Magazine Facebook page
-go to the Photos tab
-open the album called Dozing Dogs Part 2
-go to page 9 - Pix and me are the last photo on that page

So listen - we can win a new dog bed. We REALLY need a new dog bed cause we have a sister coming and we only have like 10 different beds to choose from, so come on people - VOTE FOR US.

If you really love us, you will VOTE.

Thanks,

Bug

Countdown to my birthday

In just a few days it will be my birthday. I will be 3 years old. I can't wait to see what special dinner my Mom makes for me. My Mom likes to get all creative for birthdays. I hope my special dinner includes all my favorite foods:

• almonds
• bacon
• green tripe
• hot dogs
• cheese

Mmmmmm, doesn't that sound delicious?

I am an athlete

Yes folks - I am an athlete. And this being the case I need to treat my body right so that it won't fail me when I push it to its limits on the track. Many professional human athletes have personal trainers and all kinds of fancy stuff to keep them in shape. I have a yard and a Pixie.

My Mom has finally gotten a clue about what it takes to have an athlete like me around. Thus I have been getting massages from a super special lady named Mary Pat- you can find out more about her HERE.

At first I was not so sure about these massage thingies, I thought it might be a fancy human word for toenail clipping. But let me tell you, I was so so wrong. Massage basically means that you get petted all over. And at the end you get a treat. I mean how cool is that? Pretty darn cool.

Blog Hop Wahooza!!!!

Pixie and I are really enjoying this weekly blog hop. We love being part of the pet blog community.

i got an owie

I went racing this weekend and I got an owie. I scraped my leetle stopper pad. I didn't really feel it when it happened cause I was running and I was in the process of winning a race and beating dogs that usually beat me. All my adrenalines were flowing so I didn't even notice my owie. But when I got home all of a sudden, my owie was hurting me. My Mom kept going on and on about how if I wasn't such a dramaqueen and I would let her wrap my legs before a race then I wouldn't have gotten an owie. But whatever.

My Mom put some medicine stuff on it but it still hurt me so I had to take matters into my own paws.


Taking care of an owie is best done while sitting on the couch.


Pixie doesn't really have an owie but she is so empathetic that she pretended to take care of her own phantom owie so I wouldn't feel alone and sad.



Here I am once I was done taking care of my owie. I am trying to look very pitiful so I can get some extra treats.

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Cave Bed Tuesday

Ups and Downs

Today started out full of happiness as I wished my Dad, Panther and all my Aunts and Uncles a special happy 6th birthday. I hope they all got lots of special treats today.

I also really enjoyed being an omnivore today - I ate wild strawberries, pears, blueberries, grass clippings, and a plum. Deeeelicious - and I still had room for my dinner.

But this afternoon, something sad happened. My whippet friend, Drambuie passed away. He was a good role model for me when I was learning to race as a youngster. His exuberance and spirit will be dearly missed. Run free Drambuie - you left us too soon but I suppose you get all the bunnies you want now and you don't have to go in that stupid starting box if you don't want to. Plus, you can steal freshly roasted turkeys off the counter all you want and nobody can stop you.

RIP Drambuie

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Action Photo Tuesday

Look at my mus-culls

Wahoo, look at all my mus-culls. I have been running around a lot that is why I have such nice mus-culls. Pixie wishes she had mus-culls like me. Perhaps in her younger days. Hmm, I wonder if my new sister will have nicer mus-culls than me? I bet we can workout together. That will be fun.

hold the presses - the sister mystery part III

I know this sounds crazy but I think that maybe Pixie is my sister. And I think that I am Pixie's sister. Really, it sounds totally insane but I think that I am a sister and I have a sister and I am getting another sister who will be my sister and Pixie's sister and Pixie will be her sister and it is just a great big circle of sistering.

If I am right, this is brilliant news. I mean if Pixie is a sister then sisters are super cool to have around. And if I am a sister then well, you know, I am awesome. So there you have it.

The sister mystery solved.

Bring on the sister.

we blog hopping today - YAY!!

Today seemed like a good day to kill stuff

Usually when Pix and I go out in the yard - I leave the killing to her. I mostly just munch on grass, steal blueberries from the bushes, jump in the air to grab plums, you know - just regular old vegetarian-type activities. It is so much easier to let Mom prepare the meats than actually trying to kill something myself. Plus when Pixie kills stuff in the yard, they seem to stop moving around and rodents are so much less interesting when they are not moving.

But in a couple of weeks, I will be three years old and I guess some forgotten part of my brain just kicked in. Cause today when I went out in the yard - wahoooza - GAME ON. I was ready to kill some shit.

I ran down the stairs and to my joy and surprise a cardinal was making its way to the feeder and it had decided to take a route that involved flying a couple of feet over my head. No problem for me - I can jump like a freakin' kangaroo on steroids. So up I jumped and snagged that red bird right out of the sky. Then I dropped it cause well, I will admit, I wasn't sure what to do then. But Pixie knew what to do, so she ran over and crunched that bird right up.



*****Even though I put this on my blog - people - please do not spread this news all around. I mean the cardinal is the state bird of Virginia and Pix and I might get in trouble. So lets keep it on the downlow.******

Now back to my story. Just a couple of moments later I was heading toward the crazy tree to dig up some worms and seriously it was just like that game Wack-a-Mole. This ugly little thing popped its head up out of the ground and bam - I was on it. Yep, I wacked that mole for sures. But then I spit that thing out - GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. That ugly little thing tasted like crap. Well not like crap, cause I like to eat crap. Hmm, it tasted like ummm, you know - it tasted really BAD.


Pixie came on over to see what was up and I was all like "Pixie I killed a mole - why don't you eat it?" So she picked it up, but she spit it out too. Wow - see it does taste bad, even Pixie wouldn't eat it and really, people, she will eat anything.

So there you have it. Today I went on a killing spree in the yard. And it was FUN.

Sister? Part Two

So I was minding my own business just lounging about as I do most days and I saw Pixie go over to Mom's desk and start sniffing around. I figured Pix was just looking for some lunch crumbs. But then Pix came back to the bed and told me that Mom was looking at a photo on the computer thingy. Pix said maybe it was a photo of a "sister". I really have no idea. But Pix is pretty smart so maybe she is right.

Sister?

Does anyone out there know what it means when your Mom says you are getting a "sister"? What is this thing these humans call "sister"? I have been talking to Pixie about it and we came up with 10 options -

1. a sister is some kind of delicious food. something that tastes like a combination of green tripe and bacon and almonds

2. a sister is some kind of squeaky toy that you can chase in the yard and carry around in your mouth

3. a sister is a crunchy treat that Mom throws in the air and expects you to catch but instead you let it fall on the floor and eat it from there

4. a sister is a new kind of bed to sleep in, possibly a bed that is even more comfy than the pita bed

5. a sister is a kind of car that you go in to get to fun stuff like race meets

6. a sister is a kind of ball that bounces real high and is fun to chase

7. a sister is a sharp thing that they stick you with at the vet and it hurts and makes you want to bite their face off

8. a sister is a device for cutting your toenails otherwise known as a torture device and outlawed in several countries around the globe

9. a sister is a plant that grows in the yard and has delicious unripe fruit that is real good for eating

10. a sister is some new method of blocking off the kitchen so that Pixie can't steal food from the counter and then share it with me

So some of these options don't sound too bad and if it is one of those then Pix and I are eagerly awaiting this thing called "sister". WE REALLY REALLY HOPE IT ISN'T ONE OF THE BAD OPTIONS.

But from the way Mom seems to talk to us about it, it seems like a "sister" is a good thing.

I will keep you posted on what we find out in the great "sister" mystery.

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Umm hello it is SUMMER...

Why my Mom thought it was a good idea to have me put on this sweater today, I have no clue. I mean apparently my Mom's Mom (who is not my Grandmom - so don't call her that) made this sweater and my Mom loved it so much that she is keeping it for me to wear. But HELLO - put this thing on me in the winter. WTF - it is SUMMER - I do not want to wear a sweater. Oh wait, you are giving me treats for wearing the sweater. OK, I will sit pretty for the photos. No problem. Forget I said anything.

mmmm, stinky stuff

I found something stinky in the yard today and I rolled all around in it to make sure that my neck would be saturated with the stink.


Pixie wanted to stink too so she really threw her whole body into it.


Then Mom filled up the pool and enticed me to get in there. I almost fell for it. But then I realized, whoa, hold on, this water might wash the stink off me. That was a close call.



Yay - we stink

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Action Photo Tuesday

This is from last year when Pixie and I were running around at the Leesburg Canine Country Club. Maybe we can get one of these fun playsets in our new yard.