Tuesday, October 25, 2011
You can't really tell from the picture but inside that bowl of mine is a bone with some meet on it...and holy dog bones was it yummy! They had giant pork chops on the bone and just like that, she cut that bone off for me and said, "maybe Hoke would like a bite"...and boy did I ever! Anyway, here's to table scraps (once in a while anyway).
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Alright...for the seasons of Ghouls and Ghosts...I'd like to share with you all the torture she has put me through. I'm not sure she read the book on Westies completely because I believe she missed the part that says, "Westies do not like to be dressed up". Every year they put some ridiculous outfit on me and laugh and giggle and take pictures and they even take me down the street to my sweeties house and then they laugh some more. I'm putting my paw down though this year...NO COSTUMES!!! Well lets hope anyway.
|I should have kept running|
|That witch had to land on my head?|
|Should have stung them for this one|
|If you can't catch them join them??|
|I couldn't get away even with extra arms|
|Good thing I couldn't hear that ghosts laughs|
|Does this make me look round?|
|I give up|
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Fall fever has hit this house today...it wasn't suppose to be here until next week, but she went to pick a pumpkin today and now I have to deal with the witch and scarecrow.
These things scare me for a few days until I remember that they can't get in.
See me in the door there...I sit there and watch them and if they move I bark and bark and bark.
There's not enough room in the house for all of us, so they have to stay outside and guard the pumpkins. Oh - Stuart, she found flat pumpkins but they were kind of messed up so she left them there and got the other ones.
So here's to scary decorations...and the hope that she forgot to get me a costume...I'll post the ghosts of Halloween-y past soon. Then you will really get a laugh!!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
If you have been following my blog...you may remember that he's a Yankee fan and she's a "when will it be over" fan. It's playoff time and that tv is locked on baseball...doesn't matter the team, doesn't matter the time. In fact, he's downstairs right now watching and she's upstairs watching god knows what. Anyway, he lets me watch with him but I can't bug him with my toys and I can't have any of his junk food...but what I can do is snuggles my whole self right against him. Tonight is a super long night so I'm kind of pooped already...and it's going to be a late night so I'm cat napping now while I can. Go Yanks!