Exhausted

Hi friends!
Sorry I've been so absent lately. Mommy gets very busy in the summers with her tutoring, and taking two classes didn't help. Since The Daddy Guy doesn't have much to do with my blog, Mommy's attention is a little more important. Luckily, both of her classes are over (with a definite A in one and a presumed A in the other! Go Mommy!) and now she has more time for ME!

I did get a little mad at my people last week. They had the nerve to go on a vacation...WITHOUT me! Poo on that. I stayed at Ms. Lisa's play place though, so I had fun with the other doggies. Mom and Dad were even impressed I went up to say hi to a dog in our neighborhood. They said maybe I was a real dog after all. Umm, duh. They said I need a B-A-T-H though. I can't be a real puppy dog if I don't smell like one DAD.

Anyway, the title of this post is "Exhausted" because I've been participating in the Blogville 'Lympics! In honor of the human olympics in London, us pets have our own version. After the Parade of Athletes hosted by Posie, I've been in two events: Sleeping Singles hosted by Oskar and Couch Potato Peeling (part 2) hosted by Lily. When Mom told Dad what I was up to, he said "Well he ought to get the gold in both those events!" BOL! The best part about the 'Lypmics is that everyone wins, so even though I don't have a gold medal like some of the athletes in London, I'm still a winner and that makes me happy.

Gotcha Day!

Hi friends! Today was the BEST.DAY.EVERRRRR! Today is my Gotcha Day. For those who don't know, a Gotcha Day is like an Adoption Day or birthday. It's the day my people came to take me home forever! Daddy had to go to the work place today, but Mommy managed to have the WHOLE day off! So we went adventuring!

My pal, Tiny, sent me a special present a few days ago.

Dentastix and a card! Thanks Tiny!

Mom gave me a stick to celebrate!

On my morning walk. It rained last night, so it was nice and cool and a little breezy, so Mom took me on my former "long walk" route. Since she's had class and work early this summer, we haven't been able to go as far as we usually do. I loved catching up with my friends on the other blocks. I left lots of pee-mails.

Then the real adventures started. We went to the Bluegrass Barkery and got an extra special treat. Mom said if she had thought about it, she would have had them make one that said "Gotcha Day", but it's kinda the same thing!

Mom also wishes it was blue, since I'm a boy, but I'm color blind anyway!

We also drove around and around and around. Mom said she was looking for shave ice places. I have no idea what that is, but if it's car rides, I'm for it. Mom said she found a couple for later, so success! Then we went to Petsmart and looked for something for when we go to Canada so I don't have to be tied up. I would like that.

After my evening walk, Mom and Dad gave me my treat:

Mine!

Now what?

No! It's mine!

I tried burying it under my blankie, but smarty Mom found it. She gave it back and I ran with it under the bed. She can never get me out of there!...Until she went back in the living room. Then she snuck back in the bedroom and got my bone. I'm telling you...smart!

She finally used those smarts and just broke it into smaller pieces.

Yum!

Best second Gotcha Day ever. 

Fourth of July a.k.a. WORST Holiday Ever!

Ugh. Yesterday was the WORST holiday ever. The Fourth of July. This is the worst and dumbest of all human holidays. It is a holiday we have here in the states where we celebrate our independence.

It starts off innocently enough. My people both had the day off. Yay! And a lot of people grill and picnic and eat lots of food. Yay again! But once the sun goes down...makes me shiver just thinking about it. The people light explosive thingys called "fireworks." They make look pretty, but they make an awful popping sound and I HATE them. Like HATE. Like more than thunder.

Luckily, this year, my people had bought me a Thundershirt. It's supposed to relieve dog's anxiety and it just wraps around me and attaches by velcro. Easy-peasy! Mom bought it hoping it might help my separation anxiety (which it kind of does if Dad's home. I don't pace), but we haven't really tested it much when I'm alone. She also thought it might help with my thunder boomie nerves. It definitely does help that. So we tried it yesterday for fireworks. I still heard them and I was concerned about them, but I stayed in my spot on the couch and didn't shake like last year, so we call it a success!

Mom didn't take any pictures of me with my shirt, but you'll just have to trust me. I give it 4 paws up!

Disclaimer: I was in no way compensated for my review of a Thundershirt. Mom paid for it with Dad's hard-earned money. All opinions are mine (as told through my mom).