No Vampires Allowed on the Premises

I found this on the kitchen counter today. I think the short one has a fascination with the blood-sucking, long toothed, handsome type. If a vampire comes anywhere near her I'll wag my tail and bark at him a bunch.

Snow will always bring out a post

Yes, it's been a while, but I'm not going to apologize for not posting recently. I've been really busy helping the tiny one with his posts. He's a terrible typist and he's always slobbering all over the keyboard.

It has snowed here the last couple days, and that has made life much more fun. First, the tall one stayed home and typed in the basement for both days. I guess he does a LOT of blogging because he's been on the computer the entire time.

The whole family did get to spend some time outside in the fluffy stuff. You can see here that I'm running this operation, bossing the tall one around and making sure to stay clear of the tiny one (I still like to taunt him by wagging my tail).

He's Very Mobile and He's After Me!

I wanted everyone to know my terror, as the heavy breathing infant chases me around. I shuffle, I shift, I dodge, I avoid at all costs. Watch closely and you'll feel the fear in my eyes.



If you listen closely, you'll hear the short one in the background rebooting the computer because Apple has forced her, ONCE AGAIN, to upgrade eye toons. That stupid company can't even figure out how to install software without forcing a reboot... amateurs.

Even Dogs Need Their Veggies

I haven't blogged much in the past few months, as the little one has been keeping me on my toes. Now that he's mobile, I am constantly having to stay alert so I can run away from him when he tries to grab my paws or fur. Last night, they were all playing on the floor in his room and I decided to do a "drive-by" as an attempt to play with him. I had been pacing around the room constantly, letting him chase me, and when he least expected it I quickly walked past him and gave him a "rawr" (similar to the sound of a baby bear). The tall and short ones thought it was hilarious and I got some attention out of it so it was well worth the effort.

Now...on to my story about veggies. They're not my favorite of all the human foods, but I've taken a liking to them lately. The food of choice this week has been peas and carrots and the little one seems to love them. He's gotten quite good at feeding himself, but he still misses his mouth every once in a while. I've developed a system for feeding time and I'm benefiting from it greatly. First, I man my new position while he eats. I do not move and I do not blink until I see something fall to the floor...


Then, I stick around until after the short one picks him up because there's usually some goodness waiting for me in his seat...


It's very rewarding and he usually leaves me a stash. (She doesn't know it, but it's all part of the "secret plan" I have with the little guy. We talk about it at night in his room after the old ones go to bed.)

The Not So Perfect Storm

I was on full alert last night. Around 11:30pm or so, a huge storm blew into our area. I tried my best to protect the people from it by sticking as close to them as I could and constantly pacing the around house. The tall one had gotten out of bed and was checking out the crazy wind and rain from the back porch when we all heard the loudest noise EVER. The short one jumped out of bed from her sleep, saying her ear actually hurt a little from the loud boom. The tall one came rushing in from the outside. The little one...well...he didn't even make a peep. After looking around through the windows, they found that a tree in our yard, often speculated to be the tallest one in the neighborhood, was struck by lightning right outside the bedrooms...scary. Here are some pics I had the tall one snap this morning while I recovered from my long night of being "on duty".

The Magic Chair vs. The Magic Closet

I cannot decide which is more glorious. The magic chair...


or the magic closet that contains my treats and bones...


Both seem to benefit me in many ways, as I get tasty treats from both. The short one found me staring at the magic closet in the dark this evening and caught me trying to open it using mental telepathy. Turns out, that really is just a bunch of bunk because it did not work...not even a little. Never mind the fact that I had just finished a bone. I wanted more.

The magic chair has started pouring out food to me...finally! It seems the little one has learned to feed himself Cheerios and "puffs". He's gotten the hang of it just in the past few days, but much to my satisfaction, he still misses his mouth quite often. Being the silly humans that they are, they keep giving him more...therefore...giving ME more. It's awesome.

Bad Attitude

I'm ready to admit it. I've had a bad attitude. For the past six months, the little one has been dominating the attention around here and I'm starting to see why. Don't get me wrong, I still don't want that thing to touch me, but he's started to get my attention with interesting new smells and things to taste. I've managed to touch him (on my terms) a few times, but still turn my back on him and walk away when he tries to reach out to me. I do enjoy it when he drools all over the place though because I'm right there to help clean up anything I can so the short one has less work to do in the day. He seems to enjoy eating, so that's a bonus for me. He's not feeding himself just yet but I know it's coming...and so will the food on the floor. Right now, he's into Cheerios but can't quite seem to get them in his mouth yet. The short one breaks them in half for him, so it's hard to find any if they do get dropped down to me. Man, I can't wait for him to grow up like Norm's little one...she feeds me right from her chair!