Spring Fever!

It's coming! Ohmydogness, it's coming! I hear you, Spring! I SNIFF YOU!

Furst, it started wif da white b*th in my OUT only coming up to my belly. Then it onliest came up to my knees. And then Mom started throwing my tenny ball in my OUT and it dint go alla way to Pekingese! And now, everydoggy -- now there is the beginning of mud! I LOVE MUD!

I am runrunrunning around da house, and Zaph and Nero are scared little hairballs. But I gotta chase. I just gotta chasechasechase. And I gotta bounce! Bouncebouncebounce! Mom! Daddy! It's light out! You doan gotta werk today! Let's go PLAY!

So both yesterday and today, we went to my favrit BEACH. And the water was way out, so there was all kinds of room to RUNRUNRUN!

(Perfeshunal doggy on a closed track. Do not 'ttempt!)

This morning alla hoomins inna werld decided they wanted more light after supper, so they all decided to change their clocks at the same time! Now, I nose that hoomins can sumtimes have sum pretty weird ideas, but this one's not so bad. Maybe that means Daddy, Mom and I can GOTOBEACH efurryday again after werk, instead of just onna weekend. Oh, I hope so.

One of my furry favritest things to do at BEACH is to get wet and make splashes efurrywhere! Well, today I had my bestest splash yet! I was so HAPPY!

Mom said, driving back to our den, that the zoom-zoom smelled like wet dog. That was the bestest compliment I've had in a furry long time! I hope that the smell lasts cuz it's a long week and I doan want Daddy to miss me iffen he doesn't have to. But it prolly won't, cuz Mom keeps making it smell like choklit! (Her new stoo-stoo-stoodio is inside a yummy soap store.)

I'm not 'llowed to have choklit cuz I'm a doggy, but maybe I kin eat the soap and that way nodoggy will hafta b*th with it. (Why is that hoomins always b*th us when we gets good and stinky, ennyway?! Doan they know it's hard werk?) Ennyways ...

I'm just gonna rest fur a bit now, but doan worry. I'll be fully recharged in 'bout thirty seconds and we can PLAYRUNBOUNCE all over again!

It's Mudder's Day!

I just heard Mom talking with her mom (my Gamma) on the long-distance-bark-machine, and she wished Gamma a "Happy Mudder's Day!"

Now this is a howliday I can get into!

Happy Mudder's Day, Efurryone!

Hairy Kissmoose!

As soon as I saw the big tree in the livingroom in our den, I knew that it would soon be Kissmoose and prezzies-time! And -- just like I hoped -- Santa Paws CAME!
Santa Paws always wraps my prezzies cuz he knows I like unwrapping gifts just as much as Mom does. (Unlike Mom and Ont Krista when they were mini-hoomins, I acshully wait until Kissmoose to unwrap mine. Of course, the fact that I can't get at them 'til the hoomins fork them over might have sumfin to do with it, too.)
Anyway, Santa Paws brought me a new chewie!
(I love you, Santa Paws! Fangu furry much! And Zaph says fangu too.)
I told Zaph he could come tell you about his new prezzie (a mousie attached by 'lastic to a thing that hangs on a doorknob) but he's become a little bit obsessed. Daddy was furry happy that Zaph liked his prezzie this year, because most years he ignores what Santa Paws brings him. But Daddy thinks he's going to have to hide Zaph's prezzie at night if the hoomins want any sleep!

Daddy laff-barked really hard when Zaph knocked it off the doorknob and scampered down the stairs with his prey. No wonder Daddy calls Zaph "Mighty Hunter!" (I call Zaph "Mighty Stoopid," but that's just my opinion.)

Hairy Kissmoose, efurryone!

They Say It's My Burpday!

Hello, everydoggy! Today is my burpday! I'm officially two years old now.

Mom and Daddy helped with the sillybrations. We played fetch in the backyard 'til I got really, really wet, and then Daddy said he had a T*R*E*A*T for me. Well, I was hoping for nice cream, but burger mixed in with my suppertime is pretty good too!

Hope your burpdays are as good as mine!