My Buddy & Me
- Date: back in the day
- Location: the old den (before the big reno)
- I’m feeling: friendly
Does anyone remember the commercial that goes “my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy- wherever I go, he goes” and then it goes on about some “kid sister” doll too at the end? It’s waaaay before my time but my mom and dad sing it, so it’s no surprise that it was in my head when I was cuddling up to my newest play-thing. Until I ripped all of his stuffing out a few hours later. Ah friendship. So bittersweet…
They Don’t Call Me Bugsy For Nothin’
- Date: sometime this summer
- Location: the wild and wonderful backyard
- I’m feeling: like a lean mean bug-hunting machine
You’re lucky I’m sharing these photos because they reveal my patented bug-hunting technique. I discovered early on that pawing or nosing at bugs was a bit hit or miss, but if I roll over the area where I see the bug with my entire body than I am able to cover a much larger zone thereby guaranteeing a bug-hunting victory. Of course sometimes my parents find little wings on my neck, but that’s also part of the fun. You should see their faces. Pure entertainment.
Bottom’s Up
- Date: a few years ago
- Location: the den, before the new couch
- I’m feeling: exposed
I guess this is the dog equivalent of parents who take pictures of their naked babies in the tub and show everyone. I’m blushing over here.
You Don’t Say
- Date: a while back
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: intrigued
You must have said something really interesting to me judging by the angle of my head and the arch of my brow. Congrats. I’m actually paying attention for once. Take a picture, cause it won’t last long. Oh you did. Smart move. Off to do something more fun…
Yes Those Are Silk Pillow Cases
- Date: I lost track (I’m a dog, not a day planner)
- Location: a friend’s house
- I’m feeling: smug
Haha, my parents have to get up and I always get to sleep in. So while they’re off doing all those ridiculous morning rituals like taking a shower and getting dressed I get to catch some Zzzzs and think about how superior dogs are to humans. The comparison is really laughable.
Model Citizen
- Date: a while back
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: like a handsome little devil, that’s for sure
That strong jaw. That stunning profile. Those eyes. That form. I’m pretty sure I’m thinking about how good I look and concentrating on working my angles more than Tyra Banks herself. Or I’m thinking about the fact that my back legs are stuck in the crack of the couch again. Stupid couch…
Lend Me Your Ear
- Date: they were both probably taken last year (the days all sort of blur together when you’re a dog)
- Location: the den and the sunroom
- I’m feeling: sleeeeeepy
The lesson here? I can sleep anywhere. So if you lend me your ear I will sleep on it. No doubt about it. And you’ll like it too.
Save These Strays!
When Nicole emailed me with dire news I had to share it right away. Here’s her letter:
I’m an avid reader of your parents’ blog – and yours is pretty fun too! My husband and I are the proud parents of two crazy kitties and we’re currently searching for a dog to add to our family. The point of this story is that we’ve been shelter searching for quite a bit and stumbled across this story. We live too far away to help these poor dogs out, but I thought that if you put it on your blog and let people know about it, maybe some readers in Oregon would be able to help! Thanks!- Nicole
If those photos don’t make you want to take home one of those strays with buckets of love to give, I don’t know what will. And if you can’t personally take one in, why not forward this story to a few friends in need of a furry companion- especially if they’re in the Oregon area! Power to the people! Save the strays!
Didn’t See You There
- Date: last month
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: ambushed
You scared me. I was just sleeping in the sun and all of a sudden you’re in my face and I’m all “whaaa?” My eyes pop open like I’m awake, but I’m really still sort of sleeping while half of my brain is fighting to figure out what the heck you’re doing and why the heck you’re bothering me. But I don’t care all that much in the end… so my eyes will slowly change from suspicious to droopy and soon they’ll close entirely. Rough life, huh?
“Are Those For Me?” Treat Winner!
I’m too hungry to write much right now. After all, you guys gave me a virtual menu of treats that I’ve been (literally) begging to try ever since the ‘rents started reading your entries in my little giveaway this week. And with all of the goodies I’m gonna get, I might just need a bigger monogrammed treat jar from Whitewash Sundries. Or better yet, the treats will just have to bypass the container and go directly into my mouth. Yes, that’s definitely the better plan.
But if containing your treats is your thing, I used the computer to randomly pick a winner of the monogrammed dog treat canister from Whitewash Sundries. And that lucky person is: Samara. Congrats! Now go share the love by giving your dog Winston some cheddar cheese and popcorn. Yum.
Oh yeah, and if you didn’t win but still want one of these hand-etched puppies for your puppy, you can get 10% refunded from your purchase by entering “YOUNGHOUSELOVE” in the message to seller when you order through Thursday. See, treats for everyone!
I follow the same giveaway policies as my parents, so get more info on their Giveaway FAQs page. Pics courtesy of Whitewash Sundries.
