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Barks! You know sometimes our humans are weird and forgetful. I get that. Really I do. But my mom forgetting about sweet little moi? That’s just disgraceful. In fact, let me tell you the story and then you tell me what you think.
Mom/dad went out the other night and came home late. Mom goes straight to the kitchen to do her nightly ritual things – set the microwave for dad’s lunch the next day, fixing the medicines for the next day, setting the coffee maker for the morning, making sure all of us anipals have food and fresh water, etc.
Also at night, we anipals all get bedtime treats. You know just a little something to hold us over until the morning so our tum-tum’s don’t growl.
Well mom gave Hemi his cat chews. Mom gave Bacon his strawberry. And then mom walked to the bathroom. Hold up mom – wait a minute. You forgot me. I chased her to the bedroom and watched her as she got ready for bed. I jumped on the bed and kept licking my lips trying to tell her hello – moi – moi – you forgot moi!
Finally when she went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, it dawns on her. We finally have a winner! How could she forget about me? Does that ever happen to you my friends?
Hello sweet friends – we finally made it to Friday. Thank goodness for that! I just had to share my picture from this week with you. This is me laying with mom cuddling me. See Mr. Elephant? That’s my new toy that mom bought for me. He’s just my size. He still squeaks and I keep dragging him around the house by his nose. It’s perfect. Can you see my eyes in this picture? Barks with puppy laughter. That’s what I keep telling mom too. I need a haircut. I think I need a spa day for sure.
It’s been a long week here at the Hotel Thompson. We’ve been having weird weather. You know the kind that brings out all of your doggy senses. So you get up/down all through the night to check things out because you know you gotta protect the humans. Bacon and Hemi don’t seem to mind the weather changes. It drives me crazy and makes my inner Yorkie come out. So here I am all tuckered out on my ottoman in the living room in front of the fireplace. I was bushed from getting up/down the night before. Speaking of which, I have to share a little funny with you. I can jump. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. Mom/dad’s bed in their bedroom is now obstacle for me. I can run and jump on that thing anytime I want. But I found something so much better these days. In fact, daddy didn’t believe mom when she told him until he heard it himself. Here it goes…. mom/dad sleeping so hard in a deep sleep, I jump down to check the perimeter. When I come back, I waddle over to mom’s side of the bed. I will perch up on the side where she lays facing the wall and growl at her. I call her my elevator. With enough growling she wakes up and lifts me in the bed with her. Of course she fusses but I know she doesn’t mind. I call her my personal elevator. Dad is just lucky I don’t do it him. In fact, I think he’s jealous. Barks with puppy laughter! Do you do anything like this to your humans to keep them in line of who really is the boss of your crib? Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy – enjoy and try not to cringe.
Barks – hello my friends!! It’s so hard to find good help these days. My mom – rolls puppy eyes – she may never be caught up again in her life. She is so slow! I can’t wait for her to help me with my blog. So I grabbed the i-pad and Bacon and we got started this week by ourselves. Bacon has been helping me and giving me lessons. He’s a good oinker – I don’t care what dad says – barks with puppy laughter.
This week I want to give you my fellow anipals a helpful suggestion. I learned this when mom was down from her surgery and had to stay in the bed. Often times I would stay with her to make sure she didn’t get out of bed without assistance. But sometimes a dog has to sleep. So I did what I thought was amazing. I took my loudest squeaky toy Mr. Chicken and positioned him in the doorway of the bedroom. That way if mom tried to get up without me, she would step on Mr. Chicken alerting me to wake up and assist her. Clever huh? So that’s my tip this week my friends – position your squeaky toys like little bombs in your humans bedroom. They especially love it when they step on them in the middle of the night. Usually they jump from the squeak. For an old man, my dad can jump pretty high in the dark. Just sayin’. Speaking of dad, he is taking off this week researching new jokes. Can you believe that? So this week, I’ll leave you with a mom joke. You’re going to love this – barks! Have a great weekend!
What do you call a nun in a wheelchair?
Virgin Mobile – LOL
Can you tell that this picture has a look of busted with it? Barks with puppy laughter. What? I was doing anything. Honestly. I was just having a heart to heart with my zebra toy. His tail wanted to be yanked. Yep. That was it. Would I lie? Don’t answer that okay. Barks with puppy laughter. This was how I spent my New Years Day – running around the house barking at my zebra. He never listens. We hope you have a wonderful New Years Day my friends. Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy.
Oh my friends!! What was one of my favorite gifts this year from Santa? This candy cane toy. You see Santa left it with my brother Phenny across the pond. Phenny’s pawrents then sent it to me. Mom explained to me that Santa has the entire world to cover and sometimes needs help. Just like Santa left a list for mom/dad to get some people too. Of course mom/dad are moving slower than an ant in a field of molasses but they are working on that list from Santa. These people will just have happiness after Christmas – maybe a great way to start the new year, right? But this candy cane is like something awesome. It squeaks. Okay well maybe it used to squeak. Okay the squeaker jumped out. Okay-okay. I tore the squeaker out. There now you know. Barks with puppy laughter. Now I leave you with Jokes from Daddy. Enjoy my friends ❤
Squeals! I saw Santa Claus!!!! Barks with puppy laughter. Okay maybe it wasn’t the ‘real’ Santa Claus. Mom says this time of the year he has to have helpers since he’s busy at the North Pole. Thank goodness too because daddy said this was his Crack Santa. I don’t know what he means by that but this Santa had bony legs for sure. I let him hold me because I saw how much mom was having fun by taking the picture. She’s weird like that…. isn’t all mothers?
And she made me wear my Christmas shirt for the picture which Santa didn’t ‘hold me the right way’ to see. But mommy mumbled something about whatever and let’s be done with that. So I let her get a good picture of my shirt when we got home. That made her laugh and smile. I like it when she does that. I think I covered my bases with this shirt. What do you think? And now, Jokes with Daddy. Have fun my dear friends and happy early Christmas!
I love it when mom/dad go shopping. Barks! Let me back up a bit. I love it when I go to spa day and mom/dad go shopping. You see whenever I go to spa day, for being a good pup I get a toy. Last Saturday was no exception. Mom/dad dropped me off at the spa and went shopping at our local Petsmart … who mom said was having an excellent buy. I’m not sure what that means. I have no reason for money as they call it. But mom – the wicked shopper she is – found this HUGE long stretchy football toy for me that usually runs over $20.00 dad says for a steal. Go ahead, guess how much mom got this toy for… can you guess? Mom said it was a buck fifty. Again, I have no comprehension of money and what this means but dad said a buck fifty was something he could agree to. Of course poor dad looks cold in this picture. He and mom went to a local coffee shop afterwards to wait for my phone call when I was ready for pick up. Don’t worry. They brought me a puppuccino too – barks with puppy laughter!
Sometimes I have to admit that dad knows how to pick a shirt out for me. Barks with puppy laughter. On this shirt, I can say that we are two of a kind in agreement of our priorities from shopping. A pup can *never* have too many clothes. Dad got this one for me to add to my wardrobe. I needed something because tomorrow I’m finally going to my pet spa. And trust me, this pooch needs a spa day. I’ve spent the past couple of months pushing it. Mom/dad went off to Australia and then when they got back mom had surgery. I couldn’t leave mom during that time. I had to be here in case she needed me. You know, a dog’s work is never done. So last night, I text my groomer Kim and told her I was a hot mess and needed the works – bubble bath, massage, cut and some me time. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow. I wonder if she does hot stone treatments? Anyway, hopefully tomorrow night I will feel so much better. Hope ya’ll have a great weekend as well. Now I leave you with dad. Of course my apologies up front. He’s getting ready for the fat man coming at the end of the month.