The Thing and...His Sister

Hi friends!

Wow. Today has been an especially crazy day. This morning, my people ate their breakfast in the living room so Dad could watch the DVR of the Kentucky Wild(kitty)cats Big Blue Madness from last night. That really threw my morning all off, but I did like sitting on the carpet instead of the cold tile. The temperatures have been dropping lately and the tile is extra cold right now!

Anyway, after forever, Dad finally said we could go on a W-A-L-K. Hooray! It drizzled the whole time, so I had to get wiped off and I hate that part. But I love W-A-L-Ks more.

Then, I got the best news: Grandma was coming to visit! Hooray! Both of my Grandmas always bring me treats so I love them.

Right after Grandma and Grandpaw got here though, the worst thing happened. The Thing walked in the door. I thought I got rid of him! The even worst part was, he had a second thing with him! At first, I called her The Blur because she. Wouldn't. Stop. Moving. My humans kept calling her "Stella," but I'm pretty sure it's The Blur. Uncle R says she has to have surgery next month and that might slow her down a bit. I'm still calling her The Blur until then.

Checking out The Blur while she's still

Treats Grandma!

I'm her favorite because I take treats gently. Unlike certain OTHER dogs (pictured)

Turns out though, The Blur is a pretty handy thing to have around (and he was only here for a visit this weekend) because The Thing didn't bother me one bit! They chased each other and romped and fought over toys and never once tried to make me play. Which was good, because their fighting made me kind of nervous. I even shared my toys with them...even though they destroyed some of them. It's cool. I don't really play with them except when I get the occasional "wild hair up my butt." That's what Mom says anyway. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean.

The Thing and The Blur playing Tug...

...while I help Grandpaw in the kitchen

Treats, Grandma? P.S. Mom is very impressed with herself that she got this shot!

Treats!

The Thing, The Blur, Uncle R, Grandma, and Grandpaw all left eventually and we settled in for some football. Dad's team didn't play today, but Mommy's Tigers won their game. Mom was very excited, but I was scared because she was cheering so loud. She said she was sorry and gave me ear scratches, so I forgive her.

The damage

Since I was so good for The Thing Blurs, and because it's supposed to be super cold tonight, Mom and Dad have already said I can sleep in the Big Bed! It's going to be the best weekend ever!

Starbucks and Tailgating

Oh my pals! I am so sorry I haven't barked in a forever. My assistant is trying to get her schedule figured out. Plus, it's not football season, which means all my weekends consist of napping on the couch and stealing chips. It's the best ever.

This weekend was a little different though. My humans were extra tired Friday night, so after dinner they got in bed! BOL! It was like, 9:30. I was very confused when Mommy asked if I was ready for bed. No. I was still doing my pre-last potty break nap and hadn't even had my post-potty break nap or my pre-bed nap!  But, then Mom scooped me up and I got excited because that means I get to sleep in the big bed!

We slept in the next morning and rode to my FAVORITE drive-thru ever--Starbucks! It's my favorite because I always get to order something. I usually pick a puppy latte--whipped cream in a sample cup. I may or may not have tried to climb through the car window into Starbuck. The rest of the morning and afternoon was napping on the couch...until later that afternoon.

Both humans showered (which is never a good sign) and I got thrown in jail. Apparently they went "tailgating" (whatever that is) and then had tickets to the Kentucky Wild (kitty)cats game. They played the Florida Gators. The Wild (kitty)cats played hard, but still lost. Luckily, my humans had enough by the start of the 4th quarter, so they came home early. I got bailed out of jail, got dinner, and then had a surprise! My humans asked if I'd like to go on a car ride. Um, duh! So we rode to Mr. Ronald's McDonalds and the humans got blizzards. I tried to eat some of Mom's, but she was too quick for me.

The cheerleaders and bad had a parade before the game. This is the real Kentucky Wild (kitty)cat, Scratch.

UK flags

Mom was excited she figured out what this was. Duh, Mom.

That white smoke is why I wasn't allowed to go. I would have FREAKED. OUT.

My humans. Without me. Jerks.

My humans slept in again on Sunday (but no Starbucks trips this time). Later that afternoon, I got to go with Mom to the Arboretum to walk with my pal, Molly. Molly didn't want to walk much, so her mom just picked her up and carried her!

And that's why this was the best-ish weekend ever! Mom says maybe next time they'll just go tailgate and I can come. I hear it involves food, so I'm in!

Labor Day

Hi friends!

This was the kind of best weekend ever! First, my grandma and grandpaw came to visit! It's always the best weekend when they come. Even if they do bring that Emma thing with them.  Grandma, of course,  brought me lots of treats.

Saturday was the worst day though. Grandma and Mommy left me all alone with Daddy, Grandpa, and Emma and I. Did. Not. Like. It. One. Bit. I might have done a lot of things I'm not supposed to do, but I really missed my mommy and treat machine Grandma. Apparently they went to the magical land call Ikea, which is roughly 57th million years away. The worst part was they didn't even get me any treats!

Saturday was also the start to college football season. I love football because it means your people lay on the couch all day! I don't like it because they are very loud. Daddy's team, the Kentucky Wild(kitty)cats lost :( but Mommy's team, the Auburn Tigers, won :)

Grandma, give me treats

Sunday was much better. We drove 98ty million years to Aunt P's house. She has a cookout every year for the whole family. Mommy and Daddy were proud of me today. I let human puppies pet on me and didn't get mad at Emma once! It helps that Aunt P and Uncle L have a really big fenced in yard, so she wasn't all up in my business...literally!

Snuggling with Daddy on the ride there.

I love picnics!

Mr. Phil fell asleep!

Uncle L always builds a fancy tent to give everyone shade, but it was so hot most people ended up in the yard under the trees.

Today is a great day too because it's a holiday. Holidays mean your humans sleep in and stay on the couch (mostly).  That means I've gotten to catch up on my beauty rest.

And that's why this was the best weekend ever!

22 Days of Thankful: Day 10

10. Football

Today, I'm thankful for football. And by "football," I mean the American version :)  Sometimes I don't like it because it makes my mommy loud and I have to go check on her and give her kisses. But, in the end, I like it because my people are more likely to stay home and be on the couch when it's "football season."

My dad and I watch football.

Sometimes my people and I all pile together to nap!

Weekend Recap

Oh my goodness! Has it really been this long? I'm picking up my mommy's bad blogging habits!

This has been the best worst most interesting weekend ever! Things started off not so great. Mommy and Daddy went on one of those date things Friday. They grabbed a quick dinner and saw a movie. I guess it wasn't so bad because they took me on a W-A-L-K first and the movie wasn't crazy long.

Saturday was a mixed bag. I was happy because Grandma and Grandpaw came to visit! That's Daddy's mom and dad. Of course, Grandma fed me lots of treats. I even let Grandpaw pet on me. And I rode with him and Daddy to pick up lunch. Mom was so proud. But, that Uncle Ryan guy came. I'm mostly ambivalent towards him. What made that visit bad was that he brought "Thing" with him. The people call Thing "Walter." Apparently he's Ryan's new puppy. I wasn't a big fan. He tried to make me play games with him and I told him those were baby games. Mom and Dad say I need to learn to play games like Thing and I can teach him how to be lazy and we could be friends. No thanks. I found a safe spot though, to escape. The people were good about not letting Thing into the safe place and Daddy gave me extra protection. I can't wait to tell Thing he's adopted!

Uncle Ryan and Thing (a.k.a. "Walter")

"Grandma, why are you holding that thing? You should be giving me treats!"

Yay! Treat time!

Puppies wear me out. I prefer the ones on Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl. They don't steal Grandma or make me play baby games.

Sunday was great...well, kind of. Mom had that carpet monster out. I hate that thing. Almost as much as thunder! But that evening, a bunch of people came to feed me! They watched football and I even let some of them pet me. Mom was very proud about how quickly I'm starting to warm up to people, even the boy strangers.

Lost Mommy and New Years

This is my first post of the new year! Nothing feels different for me though, so I have no idea what all of that means. Mom says sometimes people make resolutions for things they want to do for the new year. Hmm...I'm pretty awesome already. There's not much to change! So I guess I resolve to nap more and to be even more excited to go on walks. Those both sound do-able.

This year didn't start off so great though. I thought I lost my mommy! I looked and looked and looked for her all night Friday and couldn't find her anywhere! All I could find was That Daddy Guy. She wasn't even home that morning! Luckily, That Daddy Guy was here. I finally decided to stop looking for Mommy so much and laid down. Daddy was pretty proud of that. After 500 millionty-thousand years (which was Sunday), Mommy finally came home! Turns out she went to Grandma and Grandpa's (and without me! The nerve!) and they all went to the Liberty Bowl in Memphis. She said I wouldn't have liked it, but Memphis is famous for barbeque, so I think would have liked it just fine, thank you. Oh well. She's home now and my world is going back to normal, just how I like it!

Gatlinburg

I had a great weekend. My people got their duffel bag thing out. I love when that thing appears. It means we're going somewhere. It made me nervous the first time I saw it because I thought my people were going somewhere without me and I'd be all alone and sad. Lucky, that's not the case and whenever my people travel, I get to go along! Yay!

I was hoping we'd go to Grandma's (either one would do. They both love me). But we didn't go to Grandma's. I thought we'd go to Canada since the people kept using that "cabin" word. It's a long drive, but there are so many squirrels to watch. But we didn't go to Canada either. We went to this place called "Gatlinburg." It's in the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee and just a few hours from my house. We only went for the weekend and spent most of the time doing what we do best--watching football and napping! We did some walking around our cabin though. Never saw bears, like we were told lived nearby. We did see what we think was bear #2, but I knew well enough to leave it alone. I had a hard time keeping an eye on my people in a new place. I needed a vacation by the time we came home!

We have pictures of the cabin, but Mommy's computer is holding them hostage.

More Football

Today has been a great day. Except for when my mommy had to leave me all alone with That Daddy Guy. I didn't really like that. But I'm doing better at being left with him and actually laid on the couch a couple of times in between my door vigil for Mommy.

Anyway, when Mommy was actually here, we all did what we do best on Saturdays in September: watch football. I've got a few followers on Twitter from the United Kingdom, so I should mention we watch American football, although Dad likes that soccer game you play. Also, no offense, but when I mention "UK" I mean the University of Kentucky.

Speaking of UK

I wore my bandana on both of my walks today! And both of my parents' cat teams won!

All that cheering wore me out, so I snuggled up on my mommy's leg (I really missed her when she was gone). She also wanted me to say that the color is weird in the picture. She really is wearing a shirt. I don't know why that's important because I'm nekkid all the time except for my fur coat! Moms are silly.