It's The Simple Things

It's the simple things in life that make it worth living. Like playing with an empty paper towel roll or rolling in something smelly in the yard. Like mom forgetting that she has already given me one treat and giving me another. Like a game of fetch and tug or a snooz in the sun. Like going for a walk to check my pee-mail. Like licking mom's legs when she gets out of the shower or snuggling with her on the couch. It's the simple things in life that make it wonderful.

Muddy Puppy

Man did I have fun this weekend. I ran around and rolled in the mud and ran through some sprinklers and dug in some mud and all kinds of stuff. I didn't much like the aftermath though. Why is it that every time I get good and stinky and dirty my mom has to mess it up by giving me a bath. I think it's just because she doesn't want me to have any fun.

Happy Easter

Atomic Farts

My mom read somewhere that if you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, you would produce enough gas to create the energy of an atomic bomb. My mom, however, says that my farts so powerful that it would only take me a week at most. Isn't that sweet of my mom, she thinks I'm special.

Points to Ponder #1

If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Notes To Self - pt.2

1. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.

2. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.

3. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

4. Mom does not want to play tug-of-war with her underwear when she’s on the toilet.

5. It is not polite to sit in the middle of living room and lick my butt when we have company.

6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

("Notes To Self - pt. 1" can be found here)