Monday, October 31, 2005

The sock comes forth, and other news about the banging...

Good news! I finally disposed of the infamous sock. My mom was terribly worried about me and to tell you the truth, I was starting to feel a bit under the weather. Anyway, I presented the sock on Wednesday. It's out of my tummy now and I am feeling much, much better - that of course, all save the incessant banging in the house. Mom and Dad have been busy working on the kitchen, and I must say that things are looking much better in there. I just wish they were finished. I hate to be in the house when they are banging on stuff, which places me outside or upstairs in the sleeping porch room. I would much rather be with my mom, but she seems busy helping dad work on the kitchen remodel. Hopefully they will be done soon. Here are a few pictures of the progression of the kitchen. I took these myself this morning...I'm pretty handy with a camera!

Friday, October 14, 2005

What's with all the banging?

I don't know what all the fuss is about, but apparently mom and dad have gotten some fancy rocks for the kitchen. Mom sat there for about an hour last night just looking at these stupid things and not paying me any mind. It's starting to irritate me. Besides, I got locked upstairs Wednesday all day and now again today so that some strangers can come into the house and mess with the stuff. This whole "kitchen remodel" is for the cats (he, he! Like that? No more of this its for the dogs crap!). I can't imagine why mom and dad would spend money on new stuff for the kitchen. The old stuff worked perfectly well. I think it was Ollie's idea. He always needs to be so fancy. He insisted on the stupid fence outside and I know I heard him insist on redoing the wooden floors downstairs. Now that was just stupid; if one of us try to play or run or just plain have fun, mom and dad yell and say "not on the floors!". Geez. Makes me wonder what limitations are in store for us in the kitchen. The only good thing I can say is that this new stuff in the kitchen really seems to make mom happy. I just hope that they stop running off to Salisbury to go to the home stores and stop leaving me behind at home with Ollie. It's just not worth all that. Oh, and stop locking me upstairs. This kitchen remodeling stuff stinks. I hope this is just planning for a big birthday party for me next month…then it would be worth it!

Sock Eater....

Seems these days Mom is not as happy with me as she usually is. I think it all goes back to Wednesday night when I ate that sock. Now, you have to understand that I've eaten several socks in my time, sometimes with success and they pass on through, and once, as a puppy they had to surgically remove it. Mom is paranoid. I have managed to pass socks since I've been an adult. She doesn't understand just how good they are. They are all smelly with the scents of the people I love.
I have gotten over my other bad habit of biting people when they try to take socks (or undies or washcloths) away from me. I used to just rip into them. That clearly made everyone understand that I have ownership of the cloth item now. It's mine; find your own stinking sock. Anyway, I used to bite people pretty hard. I'm pretty sure that was what got me sent to the vet to be put to sleep. Thankfully the Dr. recognized what a great boy I am and found me a new home with my mom and dad. I ripped into them a few times too, but now they just ask nicely and say "please", and I give them up. Wednesday night I managed to get one down before mom could get to me. I hadn't had a sock in so long and I thought I was going to go into withdrawl. Now, mom is threatening to take me to the Dr. to have my belly cut open again. Sometimes people just don't get it, and I hate mom to be disappointed in me. I know she says she’s worried…but why?

Friday, October 07, 2005

The proceeds should go to me....

Yesterday mom got to see one of her favorite people...Rich. Rich is a lot like mom in that he and Ken are dog crazy. Mom really likes that. Anyway, Rich tood mom about the greatest new thing. The post office will now let you print your own stamps with the photo of your choice. Mom, of course, has to have a sheet of stamps with my beautiful picture on it. The only thing is that I think that instead of charging more for these stamps, the post office should realize how lucky they are to have my face gracing their otherwise ugly stamps and they should start paying me! Don't they know that I am a star?
Today isn't such a bad day; Dad is staying home with me today. It's a rainy mess outside, so I like to curl up on my favorite blanket and get some much needed rest. I like to be all bouncy when mom makes it home. She has come to expect my bouncing head up and down in the front door glass when she comes up the stairs. Somehow she just can never get enough of that!
I think this weekend is pretty busy for Mom and Dad. Can't say that I am pleased about it though. Usually when they are busy, that means they aren't home much. Dad has a 100 mile bike ride on Saturday. Now, I am a jock, but even Dad puts me to shame. Mom says that there is a big all Terrier dog show in Blue Bell, PA this Sunday that they are going to. I can't even imagine why. They have the world’s cutest terrier right here at home....
Aren't I just the most adorable thing you've ever seen?