The Ball Carrier

Silly Mommy keeps taking my ballies and throwing them. That makes more works for me because I have to take them all back to my pillow bed again. I hordes them away there to protect them from the ghost monsters in the living room.

Wordless Wednesday: Snack Waiting

Blanky Blind!

This blanky is hung up so that I won’t bark at the ghost monsters that I see in the living room. I don’t understand why it is called the “living” room. Mommy and Daddy live in the big shiny TV room, and the ghost monsters aren’t among the living. The gate is there to keep the ghost monsters away from the rest of us.

These silly people don’t understand the importance of keeping the ghost monsters in line. So I have to work hard to get under the blanky blind in order to see them and bark them back into their shadows.

I know that my barking works because the ghosts haven’t eaten me or Mommy and Daddy yet. I am a great protector dog with no tail!

The Treat Board

Silly Mommy, this board blocking the stairs is is pretty steep. You people are nuts if you think I am going to run up that.

What was that? You say it is a treat board?

Will run for snacks!

I’m easily bought, I’ll even go back down for more.

P.S. That first picty wouldn’t be blurry if Mommy would let me take the photos while she runs up the silly board instead (but she would still have to give me treaty snacks).

Wordless Wednesday: Happy!

My Geocachy Weekend

I went on a geocachy event adventure last weekend. I met another geocachy doggie and some nice geocachy people. The people’s heads are cut off in the picture because they are tall, and I’m just a little dog with no tail.

And I made a new geocachy friend

There was cobbler cooking at the event. But I didn’t get any of that. I think that was rather unfair.

But I did get a geocachy doggie treat. Yay!

Here is my event log.

Mischievous Experiments: Football Deconstructification

I haven’t been scienterrific in awhile, so I decided to fix that. The inside of my football is fluffy and white, so I decided to do a taste test comparison between it and snow. Snow is very tasty, so I thought maybe I would discover a new snack source. If so, I would name it the snowball snack!

I carefully deconstructified the football and proceeded with the taste test as planned.

It didn’t taste nice like snow, but I ate quite a bit in hopes that it would improve.

But then I didn’t feel very good. Next thing I knew, I was at the Dr. throwing up my football. That wasn’t how I planned to spend my day. So, my expert scienterrific opinion is that footballs should be played with and not eaten. I hope this advice saves the rest of you some future troubles.

Although maybe it is only Bears footballs that taste bad? Maybe my squeaky football would taste better?