I don't get it

The peeps don't like it when I roll around in dead bird. I think it's because they haven't tried it. If they did, they'd know how wonderfully pungent it is.

Back to bed.

With age comes wisdom

I tried out the salt and pepper look the other day. I'm almost seven now, and I wanted to know I could rock it if it comes. Consider it rocked.

The poster at the vet's office says seven is when dogs become 'old', but I don't feel older. I do feel wiser, though. For example, I've recently learned that I can avoid the salt on the sidewalk by just walking on the adjacent snow-covered lawn.

I can also avoid sidewalks with no adjacent snow-covered lawn by just refusing to go. Dan and Tiia backtrack and find another way. I got the idea to do that one morning while sprawled out in our king-sized bed as Tiia was up against the edge and Dan was basically hanging off it. They're so accommodating – but I learned that a long time ago.

Oh El Dee

Dan forgot my leash at the office. I bet he thought it was gonna be a problem. Not for this pup, my friend. I'm a people pooch. Speaking of people, it's been crazy busy around here the last little while, what with the holidays and all. Lots of parties at my house. Most of it was fun. Some of it was embarrassing...

That wasn't so hard, was it?

I was at a New Year's party at Aunty Julie's last night (that's me with Charlie up there). She asked all the peeps to put their resolutions in a glass and then they all guessed whose was whose. I was a bit hurt when no one asked me for one; but then was relieved because I didn't have one; but then was disappointed that I didn't have one; but then was determined to come up with one. Then it hit me. I'm going to do more of this.

At some point, Dan mentioned that it seems more real if you write it down. We'll see if he's right.

Ask the Maui Monster

Dear Maui Monster...
I hear your new bedroom faces east. Mine does, too. How are you dealing with that oppressive morning light? I gave up and set up shop on the kitchen floor for the summer.


Thanks,
Crumbs in my bed


Post-Dawn Disruption is a problem that affects 1/4 of us, CIMB. I honestly thought it'd never be me, mostly because I never thought Dan and Tiia would ever choose an east-facing bedroom. It's been six months now, and I'm learning to live with it. The curtains they put in are helping; as is having my own bed.

Um...

That's a pretty big chunk of cheese you've got on that cracker. Splitting it with me would be way easier on your jaw; and less cheese means more appreciation for the wheat and barley accents of the cracker.

Really, I'd be doing you a favour.

Hello, old friend.

Talk about a silver lining.

A couple of years ago, I used to eat a dry/wet mix. Dan used to say that eating just dry food was tantamount to eating dry toast. At the time, I took his word for it.* Then, almost out of the blue, the peeps decided to discontinue the melange, opting to serve only kibble (albeit, very tasty kibble).

I learned to supplement with food I'd find on walks; there are fewer restaurants on our new routes, but way more good home cookin'. 

I've also become a very skilled at begging – although "getting Dan and Tiia to fork over some of their dinner" is "taking candy from a baby" in canine. 

That leads us to earlier this week, when Dan gave me some undercooked chicken. In all fairness, he also gave it to himself – although I'm sure he's not seeing it as very fair. After a few days of nothing good at all, we went to the vet, who prescribed...wait for it...MY WET FOOD!!!

The key is gonna be getting it back long term, which is already looking like a problem because I'm feeling way better. I overheard rumblings of Cobb Salad tonight, though. The dream lives.

* I've since eaten dry toast. It sucks.