Gotcha Day

There I was in the kitchen on the paper the first night in my new forever home. This was my gotcha day three years ago. That was my first blue collar that I got so everyone knew I was a boy. I still remember I cried a lot that night and Pop came to cuddle me up some but I went right back to sleep. The next night I was fine. Ma and Pop was really happy that on my second night I slept through the whole night without whining once. My first night home I wouldn't walk on the sidewalk though. Ma had to carry me to the grass. I was also afraid of the dark when we went outside. They had a night lite for me in the kitchen so it wasn't too bad in there at night. Well, I've come a long way in three years; now I sleep with my folks in their bed. I have the roam of the house when they go to work (except for the bathroom they leave that door shut all the time). I'm not that afraid of the dark anymore although I don't like to be outside at night for very long. I'm 9 weeks old in that picture. Wow time sure does fly.

Vacation

Back in January Ma and Pop went on a cation, whatever that is, to some Dizzy World place. Last time they went on a cation they went "down the shore" as they say in New Joisey and they had to put me in boarding school. Well, the doctor people do boarding as well as give me needles apparently, so that's where I went last time. Let me tell you I didn't like it, not a bit. They put me in a little cage and only took me out of it for a couple of minutes at a time and only three times a day. The kept telling me I could go potty in it if I wanted to and it would fall underneath. Well, I only go potty outside. I didn't poop for the entire four days I was there and only ate my food for two of the days. I had no place to put the food anyway by day three. Ma and Pop knew I hated it and they didn't want to take me back there this time cause they were going to be away for nine whole days. Ma did some puter searching and found a place called Best Friends right down the street from my house (don't know why they didn't know it was there before) and it's called a resort and spa not a boarding school place. So guess what, I went on a cation of my own too. Here's a picture of me with Shanna (I think that was her name) my Best Friend while I was on cation. We had lots of fun. Besides being able to bring my own food, my Smacklepuffs, a ball to play with, and a rawhide bone for me to chew on, Ma and Pop splurged and got me the Precious Pooch package.



Here's what I got in the Precious Pooch package; a playgroup where I played with other dogs for almost an hour every day I was there, I also got playtime where Shanna or one of the other people that worked there would take me outside and play with just me. All by myself, every day! Then I got cuddle time every night when they said it was time for bed. Shanna or one of the other girls would come in and hug me and kiss me and talk to me and love me up before nightie nite time. Oh and every day I got a Kong treat toy to play with and check this out, I got bottled water. When I would go to sleep at night I got an orthopedic mattress to sleep on.

Boy did I have fun. I even got a report card where they told Ma and Pop about my cation. Let's see I'll tell you what it says. It says I was active, friendly, happy, excited, and cuddly when it was time for playtime and cuddle time. Well, duh! Even though I was hungry and what I ate I did gobble it up pretty fast I was very selective and I didn't eat everything they gave me. Uh, about the potty problems I had before, they wrote and I quote "No worries here! Regular and daily." Yeah, I liked it better. My personality was described as happy, friendly, playful, loving, and energetic. There's also another box checked and that gets an entire paragraph all to itself.

They said I was very loud and talkative. I wined and cried and barked. A lot. In fact they said I was the second loudest doggie they ever - I repeat ever had stay at the spa. The only one they said was louder than me was Butkus. He's a bull mastiff. Guess that means I was really loud huh? Then the day came that Ma and Pop was coming to pick me up. I got the spa treatment that day. I got a bath, brushed, my ears cleaned, my nails clipped, me teeth brushed, and I smelled real good and looked very handsome. I was glad to see Ma and Pop again but I was sad to leave my friends at Best Friends. I hope Ma and Pop goes on cation again and take me back to see Shanna and all the other people there. I had a great cation. (And we did to. - Pop)

Passing the winter blahhs!

Wow, it sure has been a while since I posted on my puter. I've been hiburrrrrnating since it's been lousy winter lately. Let's see, I gotta go back and see where I left off in my last post... Be right back... Oh, that's right it was right before Christmas. Well, let me tell you, either I wasn't as bad as I thought I was last year or Ma and Pop make big deals out of everything! That's because I made quite the haul from Santa Paws. Just take a look at all of this:

Snausages, Schmaklepuffs, denta-bones, all kinds of toys and other treats. That's me and my cat brother Frodo going through our Christmas stockings. Frodo got some yummy treats too. I know cause I stoled some of them! Don't tell him okay?
Is there any more in there?
If you look real close you can see my stuffed snake toy I got too. It has six squeakers in it! That's a lot of tearing up to do 'cause that's what I like to do. Tear out the squeakers. Some lady at Pet Smart told my Ma I like to do it 'cause it sounds like a wounded animal and I am going for the kill. That sounds horrible 'cause I just like to tear up stuff. On to other updates: I didn't go pee pee on the tree, I was so proud. But I did destroy the towel thingy wrapped around the standy up thing the tree was in. I just couldn't resist. But I didn't drink the water like Frodo did. Ew, he's gross sometimes. That big thing across the street on the neighbour lady's lawn is gone. I didn't pee on that either. I did pee on her flower bed a few times though. After all that happened, it was new years. Th best part of January first is January fifth is My Birfday! Yeah for me, I'm three!
Here I am with my birthday cake. I sat like a good boy, just like Ma said so Pop could take my picture.
I even shared some of my cake with Frodo. Coming up I'll tell you all about my vacation at Best Friends Salon and Spa.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, the main reason I got back to posting is 'cause my Uncle Rickster put a linky link to my blog from his blog and I wanted to make sure I updated, which I will make it a point to do more often now that I might be getting more readers. Don't want you getting stale news. Anyway, here's a link to his blog in case you wanna read it. He doesn't have any doggies or kitties but he's the bestest uncle ever. Oh, and if you do wanna read his blog, sometimes it has dirty words on it, so I don't want any of my doggie friends or their parents to get offended. He's funny though and pretty smart too. Okay, here's the link http://landofcerptsandhoney.blogspot.com/ if you wanna leave a comment tell him Bumbler sent ya.

The Monstrosity across the street and bringing the outside in

It all started a few days ago. Ma and Pop brought a tree inside the house. I think they did this before but I don't remember it being on the floor like it is in this picture. That's me checking it out in my sweater. (We did bring one in before but we put in on top of a small table and it was a much smaller tree last year. Better safe than sorry. -Ma)

Now, it's a little bit difficult for me see cause usually when these are outside, I pee on them. I try to hit all of them (Even when it's pouring outside!-Pop) so as to not have any of them left out. I've been growed up for a while now and I don't go pee in the house. But I'm a little conflicted. I've been good so far. I think my need for a neat and clean pee pee free home is more important to me than leaving a message on the tree. Nobody here to get the message but Frodo and I don't think he really cares anyway.

Although he did come out to inspect the tree with me. Ma keeps yelling at him cause he drinks water from the thing the tree is in. He's a weirdo.

As if that wasn't bad enough just yesterday the neighbour lady puts this thing out on her lawn. But guess what, Ma and Pop say I can't pee on it. What gives? It's outside, I'm outside, and that's where I go pee. There's even a tree on that thing, can you see it? Now I'm even more confused. Pop said we wouldn't have to worry about it if he had something called a "Babie Gun" or something like that. Wonder what that does?
Now for the latest so you are up to date on all the weird goings on at Casa de Bumbler. It appears that Ma and Pop decided to put all kinds of things on the tree. Lights and everything! I even tried to help but I'm not good at it. I got all tangled up in these things. Help! More pictures of the tree and of course me, later. It's almost Christmas! Yeah!

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Caught In The Act

It looks like Ma and Pop got a new camera. Better than their old phones that they used to try and take my picture with. However, it does have a downside. Now it looks like I was caught red pawed. But I weren't.

All I was trying to do was tell Pa that someone came in and grabbed my Do-Do and ripped him apart. It's true, see:

He got the stuffing knocked out of him. Oh no! Man Down! Man Down! I'd try to call for backup but with my luck I would only get help from Frodo. Speaking of which, I wonder where he was when this tragedy occurred? I need to investigate and figure out what happened cause I sure didn't do it.


Honest.

Grrr Cat Brothers!

Frodo, my cat brother got soooo jealous when he saw my title that he made me show him the web site so he could get his title so here it is:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Duke Frodo the Sophisticated of Waterless St Mildred Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Hee Hee! I'm an Emperor, he's just a lowly Duke. I'm gonna start calling him John Wayne!

I'm An Emperor! Who knew?

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Emperor Bumbler the Capricious of Chalmondley St Peasoup Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title