Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Tater-tot
Here are some of my puppy pictures.
I know, I know, I'm still a puppy - but I used to be *tiny*. This is when I first got to my new home. I was exhausted.
My mommy gave me a blanky that smelled like my brothers and sisters. Of course, I peed on it. I couldn't hold it very long back then. My dad says I used to have a pot belly and be rolly-polly. My mom says I was a tater-tot.
I know, I know, I'm still a puppy - but I used to be *tiny*. This is when I first got to my new home. I was exhausted.
My mommy gave me a blanky that smelled like my brothers and sisters. Of course, I peed on it. I couldn't hold it very long back then. My dad says I used to have a pot belly and be rolly-polly. My mom says I was a tater-tot.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
In the Zone
Every night I get this uncontrollable urge to suck on my fuzzy toys for a half-hour or so. I can't explain it. It's like doggy crack. Maybe I'm addicted. Maybe I'm just making up for not having thumbs. Eh, either way, there's NOTHING like a good gnaw before bed.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
My Bunker
So - this is my bunker. It's all mine. It's camouflage - so no one can see it. I hangout in my bunker when I want to be left alone. This is where I'll be writing from. It has a blanket and a pillow, so it's also a good place to sleep. Sometimes it's lumpy and I have to dig it around, but that's ok since, sometimes, I find toys and snacks I've hidden for later. My bunker is my mess hall too - every morning and night I go in my bunker to be fed. It's strategically located in the kitchen where I can keep an eye on my water dish.