Saturday, December 24, 2005

hello mah-dah, hello fah-dah, greetings from camp, bowwowwwow-ah

hi guys!!!

I'm sending this from the office here at camp bowwow. The camp counselors are busy checking on all the other inmates - uhhh.....i mean campers. So I thought i'd take this opportunity to remind you all to look in on me during the holidays on the camp's webcams. i'll be sure to smile at the camera and wave every now and then so you can tell which one I am. I hope you are all getting lots of good loot. remember.....pace yourselves......you have a whole year to destroy these new toys....go slow.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Bath time

Tonight Bryan gave bean a long overdue bath. She is really very good in the tub. Only sometimes she has a hard time waiting until he lifts her out of it to start the body-shaking she does to dry off faster.


Sunday, December 11, 2005

Happy Sunday!

"The cool thing about having crappy parents who run out of dog food is that sometimes you get to have bananas and peanut butter for breakfast, like I did this morning. I am hoping they forget to pick up more dog food today too, so I can have pizza for dinner. Or quesadillas. Anything they're eating will be fine. Except vegetables. I don't like 'em. Never have."

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Sexy dogs of the world UNITE!!!!

This is the freakiest thing that has happened to me all day. I have stumbled upon the blog of a dog named Ira that looks exactly like Bean. I mean they could be twins. I mean they could team up and get into all kinds of wholesome mischief ala The Parent Trap. They even have the same Blogger template.

This will rock.

Coming soon to a living room near you!


Last weekend, we were invited over to the house of a friend (let's call him "Andrew") for some movie-watching, game-playing fun. Andrew graciously extended the invitation to Bean, seeing as how he does have a fenced in backyard. Well, immediately upon her arrival, Bean located and mauled a little stuffed koala bear. That's sort of our fault. We have allowed her to grow up thinking that any stuffed animal is a dog toy and as such is fair game.

After the mangled koala corpse was taken from her, Bean ran around the backyard for a good long while. Then she hopped up on a chair in the living room and seemed to be settling down for a nap. I went to shove her off it and Andrew stopped me, saying that it was okay with him if she napped there and that she actually looked kind of cute.

Cue the 'gina-licking.



Andrew disappeared down the hall, saying "you know what? On second thought, why don't I put a blanket down on that chair for her...." Moments later he returned and slid a very cute cow-print blanket underneath her.



"Well, this is just not nearly as much fun."



"Maybe I'll check out what's going on in the dining room.....mmmm....is that Axis and Allies that they're playing? Yikes! Well let's see what going on in here..."




"Oh good lord. It's her. She never does anything interesting. Ever. Actually, I don't recall her doing anything at all. I'm amazed she's even still awake. It must be nine o'clock by now. Why isn't she wearing her pajamas? Now she's going to take my picture and the flash will go off and it will blind me and I hate that. Hhhhhuuuuhhhhh. This sucks. I can't find anymore stuffed toys to eat. What am I gonna do until we leave?....mmmm....I have an idea...."



Yeah, that's right. We are all classy ladies over here.