That Smudgie...he's pretty snarky to Mommy. And yet she always forgives him. Go figure.
Daddy made himself lunch yesterday out of leftovers. He shredded some pork and added BBQ sauce. We both thought it smelled heavenly. I have manners, of course, but my big brother doesn't. He jumped up on the bench and helped himself to some from the table. Daddy yelled. I ran. Smudgie ran, and of course Mommy giggled from the other room.
Later Smudgie kicked at the door to go out, so Mommy put a muzzle on him and sent him on his way. I waited nicely, got mine, and headed to Poo Corner to see what was new. Smudgie didn't even leave the step. He turned around and came right back in, glaring at Mommy.
Now this next part I didn't actually see...I was still snarfling at Poo Corner, but Mommy keeps bringing it up over and over so I know what I missed...
The second Smudgie was released from the muzzle he ran directly to the couch, jumped up, and threw up BBQ pork all over the cushion. Mommy was not impressed. Now I get that heading for the couch may have been excessive, but it's not like he could throw up with the muzzle on anyway. She really needs to let this go.
He's okay now...and so is the couch. But he hasn't learned his lesson. The uprights had tomato soup for lunch today, and I heard Mommy shriek, "Leave it!" right before he ran past me, heading for cover. Oh Smudgie...you really are your own worst enemy.
Take care all, and always keep an eye on your food so you don't lose your lunch.
Rudy, the reluctantly muzzled, and counter surfing restrained (for now)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Daddy took away the "not for peeing on" tree!
Yesterday all the pretty things that Mom said were for Christmas got stuffed into these big tubs, and today Daddy took the "not for peeing on tree" down into the basement (where I'm not allowed). I'll never, ever see it again. I'm sure.
Now I really regret missing the opportunity to pee on it.
Sigh.
Rudy, the arid.
Now I really regret missing the opportunity to pee on it.
Sigh.
Rudy, the arid.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Turns out I like the bed in the TV room.
I don't know what Mommy's complaining about...I like having the bed in the TV room. You can snooze on the couch, or the chair, or the floor, or the footstool, and the BED is in between all of them. One minor leap from the chair to the footstool (with a brief stopover on Mommy's bladder or Daddy's tummy, to springboard you further) and you're on the whole other side of the room, without any pesky walking needed.
I can sleep on the footstool and flop my feet on Mommy's face, and since their heads are at the top of the bed (where there's open space) I can even lick Mommy or Daddy's hair at any time during the night.
What's not to love?
Sigh...but Mommy seems to find fault with all of this. How is this fair? I'm happy...really.
So, I've decided to enjoy it while it happens. In the meantime, I'm glad Daddy's only working on the bedroom renovations a little at a time. The longer it takes him, the longer the TV room is the centre of my world.
Take care all, and try to be flexible with your sleeping arrangements.
Rudy, who will crash on your couch anytime!
P.S. If you want to help out Mommy's school (they need a new playground), please click on the link below and vote for them every day.
www.refresheverything.ca/westviewschoolplayground
I can sleep on the footstool and flop my feet on Mommy's face, and since their heads are at the top of the bed (where there's open space) I can even lick Mommy or Daddy's hair at any time during the night.
What's not to love?
Sigh...but Mommy seems to find fault with all of this. How is this fair? I'm happy...really.
So, I've decided to enjoy it while it happens. In the meantime, I'm glad Daddy's only working on the bedroom renovations a little at a time. The longer it takes him, the longer the TV room is the centre of my world.
Take care all, and try to be flexible with your sleeping arrangements.
Rudy, who will crash on your couch anytime!
P.S. If you want to help out Mommy's school (they need a new playground), please click on the link below and vote for them every day.
www.refresheverything.ca/westviewschoolplayground
Saturday, January 8, 2011
False Advertising
Mommy and Daddy needed to do some "errands" today. They said that Smudgie and I could come along, and so we were very excited and happy and we jumped (well I did, little Smudgie needed a boost) into the truck and then Daddy turned the key and the engine thingie isn't working.
So he took us back OUT of the truck.
But we were supposed to have a ride! No fair.
He did take us for a short walk to the berm, which was cool, but here we are, back in the house, doing nothing. I'm pacing the computer room and writing my blog, and Smudgie's so unhappy he's avoiding all of us and hiding in his crate.
This is so unfair. How can they do this to us?
Take care all, and remember, there should always be truth in advertising!
Rudy, who does not like the old bait and switch.
So he took us back OUT of the truck.
But we were supposed to have a ride! No fair.
He did take us for a short walk to the berm, which was cool, but here we are, back in the house, doing nothing. I'm pacing the computer room and writing my blog, and Smudgie's so unhappy he's avoiding all of us and hiding in his crate.
This is so unfair. How can they do this to us?
Take care all, and remember, there should always be truth in advertising!
Rudy, who does not like the old bait and switch.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Rudy's New Year's Resolutions
I have been told that it is customary to make promises about things you'd like to improve on for the upcoming year. So, I've given it some thought and here are my resolutions for 2010B:
I will not eat socks anymore.
I will not pee in the house this year, even one single time.
I will stop trying to steal Smudgie's dinner (but in all fairness, he doesn't complain so I really don't think he minds...but Mommy scolds me anyway).
I will not spread each and every toy in the toybox around in the living room before choosing my chewy ring (like I always do anyway), and when Mommy puts them all away I will not follow right behind and bring them all back out, over and over again.
I will snuggle more.
I will wag my bum more.
I will try not to be such a bed hog all the time (note: this does not apply to pillows).
I will try to be nicer to other dogs. Even Yorkies.
I will not jump on guests (as much).
I will try not to eat the mud out of the plant pots anymore.
Smudgie tells me that once you make resolutions you only have to stick with them for a few days...he says no one makes it to the end of the year. I will definitely try. I promise.
Take care all, and remember to stick to your resolutions.
Rudy, the Resolute
I will not eat socks anymore.
I will not pee in the house this year, even one single time.
I will stop trying to steal Smudgie's dinner (but in all fairness, he doesn't complain so I really don't think he minds...but Mommy scolds me anyway).
I will not spread each and every toy in the toybox around in the living room before choosing my chewy ring (like I always do anyway), and when Mommy puts them all away I will not follow right behind and bring them all back out, over and over again.
I will snuggle more.
I will wag my bum more.
I will try not to be such a bed hog all the time (note: this does not apply to pillows).
I will try to be nicer to other dogs. Even Yorkies.
I will not jump on guests (as much).
I will try not to eat the mud out of the plant pots anymore.
Smudgie tells me that once you make resolutions you only have to stick with them for a few days...he says no one makes it to the end of the year. I will definitely try. I promise.
Take care all, and remember to stick to your resolutions.
Rudy, the Resolute
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Well, the New Year didn't make Smudgie any braver.
We had a nice night last night. Daddy fell asleep early, and Mommy stayed up super late watching her Supernatural DVDs. I'm not sure why she still does that. She knows every line by heart...but she says that whenever something new happens in the current season you need to go back and rewatch it all. Mommy's a little weird that way...but I digress.
So, Daddy decided to put the bed in the TV room. He says he's renovating the bedroom, but even I know that's not going to go smoothly (sorry Daddy, but you know it's true). It was weird having them in the TV room, and it's hard to look out the window in the bedroom without a bed to snooze on while doing it.
So around midnight last night there were these big, scary sounds and lights across the street. Smudgie and I leaped into action. We sounded the alarm and ran back, putting ourselves firmly between our uprights and the danger. Daddy didn't want to get out of bed, but Mommy pointed out that a man sending his wife to face danger like this would end up being embarrassing for him when she told EVERYONE about it later, so he got up. I fell into line immediately. I stood at my Daddy's side, awaiting further orders.
Hudson decided he'd had enough. I knew he was a scaredy cat (yes, a cat!) but I had no idea. He bolted in front of Daddy with his bum and head tucked down low...he looked funny...and ran downstairs to his crate. He climbed in and HID from the danger.
Oh Smudgie, what were you thinking?
Daddy and I checked it out, and Daddy said it was something called fireworks. He said that it was bizarre for someone to do it when there was a serious wind chill warning. I agree, but the lights were pretty once you knew they were harmless. The noise wasn't too bad either.
So, Smudgie curled up in his crate and HID there for two hours. Then, when he decided to rejoin us in the TV/bedroom he insisted on curling up in between Mommy and Daddy for safety.
I climbed up on the couch (comfy!) and kept my eye on the door for the rest of the night, just in case. It's important to always guard the perimeter to keep your family safe and sound.
So, I am wondering...is moving the bed to the TV room one of those big changes Smudgie warned me about for the New Year? If so, I guess it's not that bad. Let's just hope that this is the end of the changes. I really liked 2010, and I'm hoping that 2010B will involve lots more of the same.
So, take care all, and Happy New Year (ish)...I'm hoping the 2010B thing will catch on.
Corporal Rudy, always at your service
So, Daddy decided to put the bed in the TV room. He says he's renovating the bedroom, but even I know that's not going to go smoothly (sorry Daddy, but you know it's true). It was weird having them in the TV room, and it's hard to look out the window in the bedroom without a bed to snooze on while doing it.
So around midnight last night there were these big, scary sounds and lights across the street. Smudgie and I leaped into action. We sounded the alarm and ran back, putting ourselves firmly between our uprights and the danger. Daddy didn't want to get out of bed, but Mommy pointed out that a man sending his wife to face danger like this would end up being embarrassing for him when she told EVERYONE about it later, so he got up. I fell into line immediately. I stood at my Daddy's side, awaiting further orders.
Hudson decided he'd had enough. I knew he was a scaredy cat (yes, a cat!) but I had no idea. He bolted in front of Daddy with his bum and head tucked down low...he looked funny...and ran downstairs to his crate. He climbed in and HID from the danger.
Oh Smudgie, what were you thinking?
Daddy and I checked it out, and Daddy said it was something called fireworks. He said that it was bizarre for someone to do it when there was a serious wind chill warning. I agree, but the lights were pretty once you knew they were harmless. The noise wasn't too bad either.
So, Smudgie curled up in his crate and HID there for two hours. Then, when he decided to rejoin us in the TV/bedroom he insisted on curling up in between Mommy and Daddy for safety.
I climbed up on the couch (comfy!) and kept my eye on the door for the rest of the night, just in case. It's important to always guard the perimeter to keep your family safe and sound.
So, I am wondering...is moving the bed to the TV room one of those big changes Smudgie warned me about for the New Year? If so, I guess it's not that bad. Let's just hope that this is the end of the changes. I really liked 2010, and I'm hoping that 2010B will involve lots more of the same.
So, take care all, and Happy New Year (ish)...I'm hoping the 2010B thing will catch on.
Corporal Rudy, always at your service
Friday, December 31, 2010
I would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year's Eve, but I'm not sure it's such a good thing...
Yet another holiday is now upon me and again I've no idea what's going on. Smudgie is his usual unhelpful self. He says that tonight we all stay up really late, and hug and kiss at midnight, but he won't explain it any further, and it makes no sense to me. I don't know why anyone would hug and kiss at midnight. Around here, I get hugs and kisses all the time.
But he says that tomorrow is a whole different year. Everything is going to change.
I'm a little concerned. This cannot be a good thing.
I LIKE this year. This is the year that I got to fly on a plane. I got to meet snow. I found a Mommy, a Daddy, and a (semi-mean) brother to love. I got a new house, and learned what stairs are.
I learned all about where to pee and where not to pee. I escaped alligators forever, got my unpleasant bum issues under control, found someone to trim my nails and take care of my fur, discovered the art of the pack nap, got toys of my very own (sorry about ripping them all to shreds), and tried all sorts of new foods. I discovered tummy rubs, bum scratches, snowball fights, ice cubes, carrots, and that whipped cream is tasty, especially when someone you love squirts it in your mouth.
I learned that it's okay to bark at the mailman...in fact, it's important to do so. He tries to invade your home about five times a week. I've fought him off successfully each time, by the way. I've learned that other dogs are not for biting (and I hope that one day I'll remember that all the time). I've learned that socks are not for eating (a really hard one to remember), and I've learned that a family is someone who rushes you to the emergency room and finds someone to save your life when you do forget the sock rule. I've also learned that a family may grumble about the bill that comes with the operation, but that they'll pay it and just be beyond thankful that you're okay.
This year I've learned that when I go outside (yep, that's the place) for a pee or a poo, Mommy or Daddy might close the door after me, but they will always be waiting there to open it when I return. And that as much as wearing a basket muzzle sucks, it really is to avoid very expensive and painful emergency surgeries again.
I've met all sorts of amazing people who care about little old me this year. I've got my family that I live with, of course, but I also have two full sets of grandparents who think I'm awesome. My Auntie Brighit and my Cousins Vienna and Jzero are amazing. They play with me, and laugh at me when I'm goofy. I have dog friends on the street here too (sorry about the growling...) and neighbour friends who actually like me. I even have a whole team of friends who care about me at the vet...and Mommy says that next time I want to spend time with those friends, just ask. She says we can visit anytime. A surgery is NOT required to go there.
I know that when Smudgie needs medicine that Mommy always pretends to give me some too, just so I feel loved. I've learned to sit when I'm told, and not to jump on people as much. I now have a microchip (whatever that means) and THREE different tags on my collar (did you hear that? MY collar). All three tags mean I belong somewhere...with someone. Yep, I BELONG!
And this was the year I learned to roller blade. There is nothing in this world better than that.
Until I got here I never knew how to blog. I didn't have any virtual friends, but now I do. My oes.org buddies are absolutely the best people on the planet. This has been an amazing year. I don't want to see it end.
What if this new year thing brings changes? What if I don't like the changes? What if it all ends? I am worried. Maybe someone should do something about this. If we all just refuse to participate maybe then we can all enjoy this year forever.
So, take care all, and be sure to resist. Let's stay firmly planted in 2010. Fight the New Year! Fight the New Year! Let's let tomorrow be January 1, 2010B. That has to be a better option. And if that Baby New Year guy shows up around here I'll bite him. You guys do the same at your houses, ok?
Rudy, the chronological warrior
But he says that tomorrow is a whole different year. Everything is going to change.
I'm a little concerned. This cannot be a good thing.
I LIKE this year. This is the year that I got to fly on a plane. I got to meet snow. I found a Mommy, a Daddy, and a (semi-mean) brother to love. I got a new house, and learned what stairs are.
I learned all about where to pee and where not to pee. I escaped alligators forever, got my unpleasant bum issues under control, found someone to trim my nails and take care of my fur, discovered the art of the pack nap, got toys of my very own (sorry about ripping them all to shreds), and tried all sorts of new foods. I discovered tummy rubs, bum scratches, snowball fights, ice cubes, carrots, and that whipped cream is tasty, especially when someone you love squirts it in your mouth.
I learned that it's okay to bark at the mailman...in fact, it's important to do so. He tries to invade your home about five times a week. I've fought him off successfully each time, by the way. I've learned that other dogs are not for biting (and I hope that one day I'll remember that all the time). I've learned that socks are not for eating (a really hard one to remember), and I've learned that a family is someone who rushes you to the emergency room and finds someone to save your life when you do forget the sock rule. I've also learned that a family may grumble about the bill that comes with the operation, but that they'll pay it and just be beyond thankful that you're okay.
This year I've learned that when I go outside (yep, that's the place) for a pee or a poo, Mommy or Daddy might close the door after me, but they will always be waiting there to open it when I return. And that as much as wearing a basket muzzle sucks, it really is to avoid very expensive and painful emergency surgeries again.
I've met all sorts of amazing people who care about little old me this year. I've got my family that I live with, of course, but I also have two full sets of grandparents who think I'm awesome. My Auntie Brighit and my Cousins Vienna and Jzero are amazing. They play with me, and laugh at me when I'm goofy. I have dog friends on the street here too (sorry about the growling...) and neighbour friends who actually like me. I even have a whole team of friends who care about me at the vet...and Mommy says that next time I want to spend time with those friends, just ask. She says we can visit anytime. A surgery is NOT required to go there.
I know that when Smudgie needs medicine that Mommy always pretends to give me some too, just so I feel loved. I've learned to sit when I'm told, and not to jump on people as much. I now have a microchip (whatever that means) and THREE different tags on my collar (did you hear that? MY collar). All three tags mean I belong somewhere...with someone. Yep, I BELONG!
And this was the year I learned to roller blade. There is nothing in this world better than that.
Until I got here I never knew how to blog. I didn't have any virtual friends, but now I do. My oes.org buddies are absolutely the best people on the planet. This has been an amazing year. I don't want to see it end.
What if this new year thing brings changes? What if I don't like the changes? What if it all ends? I am worried. Maybe someone should do something about this. If we all just refuse to participate maybe then we can all enjoy this year forever.
So, take care all, and be sure to resist. Let's stay firmly planted in 2010. Fight the New Year! Fight the New Year! Let's let tomorrow be January 1, 2010B. That has to be a better option. And if that Baby New Year guy shows up around here I'll bite him. You guys do the same at your houses, ok?
Rudy, the chronological warrior
Thursday, December 30, 2010
What is Smudgie's problem?
Yesterday Mommy and Daddy tried to do a little bum trimming on Hudson. He acted like they were removing his paws with a chain saw. What a baby!
I waited patiently, and sat nicely. I was hoping...hoping...hoping...that there would be a turn for me. And THERE WAS!
My Mommy and Daddy love me enough to trim the hair in front of my eyes. I sat really still, except for my flicking tail. I was so happy. Then, I laid down to enjoy the rest.
Daddy used the clippers to remove the hair between my paw pads. He said it would help with snowballs. I don't mind snowballs, because whenever we come back from walks Mommy's waiting with a bowl of warm water that melts them right away and feels really good on my feeties. I held each paw out for Daddy while he trimmed them all.
Then he did a bit of trimming on my bum. It wasn't horrible. I used to be afraid of anyone touching my bum, but that was when it was really sore. Dr. Skakun used to stick her fingers in there to try to help, but it hurt. Then she put medicine in. Yuck. But you know what? It helped.
So, anyway, my bum is nicely trimmed, and then Daddy cleaned up my tummy (he says if we keep it short it won't get matted). Then we moved downstairs and Mommy did the bum thing. I didn't really like it, but that medicine from before really did help, so it doesn't hurt anymore. It's not very dignified, but it feels better once it's done.
So, why doesn't Smudgie understand how lucky he is to have someone love him? I sure get it. When I was living by myself on the streets in Florida, I would have given anything to have someone brush me, or fix my sore bum problem. Now that I'm here I know exactly what it means when someone grooms me.
It means someone loves me.
And I'm good with that!
So, suck it up Smudgie. I didn't see you give anyone thank you kisses last night. I did. Even after Mommy squeezed my bum, I thanked her. Because that, my dear brother, is love.
Take care all, and appreciate the finer things in life, like those who love you, even when you fuss.
Dapper Rudy
I waited patiently, and sat nicely. I was hoping...hoping...hoping...that there would be a turn for me. And THERE WAS!
My Mommy and Daddy love me enough to trim the hair in front of my eyes. I sat really still, except for my flicking tail. I was so happy. Then, I laid down to enjoy the rest.
Daddy used the clippers to remove the hair between my paw pads. He said it would help with snowballs. I don't mind snowballs, because whenever we come back from walks Mommy's waiting with a bowl of warm water that melts them right away and feels really good on my feeties. I held each paw out for Daddy while he trimmed them all.
Then he did a bit of trimming on my bum. It wasn't horrible. I used to be afraid of anyone touching my bum, but that was when it was really sore. Dr. Skakun used to stick her fingers in there to try to help, but it hurt. Then she put medicine in. Yuck. But you know what? It helped.
So, anyway, my bum is nicely trimmed, and then Daddy cleaned up my tummy (he says if we keep it short it won't get matted). Then we moved downstairs and Mommy did the bum thing. I didn't really like it, but that medicine from before really did help, so it doesn't hurt anymore. It's not very dignified, but it feels better once it's done.
So, why doesn't Smudgie understand how lucky he is to have someone love him? I sure get it. When I was living by myself on the streets in Florida, I would have given anything to have someone brush me, or fix my sore bum problem. Now that I'm here I know exactly what it means when someone grooms me.
It means someone loves me.
And I'm good with that!
So, suck it up Smudgie. I didn't see you give anyone thank you kisses last night. I did. Even after Mommy squeezed my bum, I thanked her. Because that, my dear brother, is love.
Take care all, and appreciate the finer things in life, like those who love you, even when you fuss.
Dapper Rudy
Monday, December 27, 2010
I don't get this...
Mommy was really happy to get these little card thingies as Christmas presents. I didn't get it...you can't eat them or play with them, although I do suspect I could chew one up in three minutes flat...anyway...
Today she went out (without us) and took two of these silly little cards and when she came back she had traded them for this big bag of clothes. (I still don't get the appeal...why doesn't she just grow out her fur like me?)
She giggled and showed Daddy all the stuff (he didn't even really look) and talked about Boxing Day sales and such. I felt so bad for her that I sat down right in front and I looked carefully at every single piece. I sniffed them all, and even batted one with my paw. It seemed to make her happy. She says she'll always show me her new clothes from now on. (I just don't know if that's a good thing or not.) When I got up and tried to rub up against her new jeans, however, she pulled away and made a not so nice remark about dog fur. Hmmmmm...I should think she'd be happy I'm willing to share my dog fur with her at all. It's really nice and soft and it's getting long.
Anyway, I must investigate these card thingies further. Is it possible to get one that can be traded for kibble? Or toys? Or that thing called Prime Rib that I often hear whispered about in this house, yet it remains completely elusive?
I guess I'll have to google this gift card thing! In the meantime, if anyone knows where I should go to obtain some, please let me know!
Take care all,
Rudy, who is currently cardless
Today she went out (without us) and took two of these silly little cards and when she came back she had traded them for this big bag of clothes. (I still don't get the appeal...why doesn't she just grow out her fur like me?)
She giggled and showed Daddy all the stuff (he didn't even really look) and talked about Boxing Day sales and such. I felt so bad for her that I sat down right in front and I looked carefully at every single piece. I sniffed them all, and even batted one with my paw. It seemed to make her happy. She says she'll always show me her new clothes from now on. (I just don't know if that's a good thing or not.) When I got up and tried to rub up against her new jeans, however, she pulled away and made a not so nice remark about dog fur. Hmmmmm...I should think she'd be happy I'm willing to share my dog fur with her at all. It's really nice and soft and it's getting long.
Anyway, I must investigate these card thingies further. Is it possible to get one that can be traded for kibble? Or toys? Or that thing called Prime Rib that I often hear whispered about in this house, yet it remains completely elusive?
I guess I'll have to google this gift card thing! In the meantime, if anyone knows where I should go to obtain some, please let me know!
Take care all,
Rudy, who is currently cardless
Sunday, December 26, 2010
So it seems Smudgie didn't lie!
Santa came here after all! Yay!
He brought us toys and treats and treats and treats, and oh yeah...treats. Wow.
I don't understand how he got into the house without us waking up. We are ferocious guard dogs, who never ever let anything slip by, so I am a little surprised and uncomfortable about it all, but he brought great stuff, so I think I'll get over it.
He brought me this chewy toy made from recycled tires. I loved it. Mommy said the label said it was indestructible. Well, I scored a personal best on that one...four minutes was all it took me to chomp off a hunk...and then the uprights jumped up and took it away from me. What was that all about?
When Mommy and Daddy gave us a present to unwrap together, I think I forgot the true meaning of Christmas. I growled at Smudgie (I was so excited that I wanted the present all for myself). Mommy scolded me, and Smudgie ran off and TOOK my new ring for himself. I've been told. I'll try to do better. When I went to take my ring back, he GROWLED AT ME. So I sat down. Then he stared at me. So I laid down. Once I did that, he was okay with me again. I guess he really made things clear for me there. I'm sorry Smudgie. I just got a little carried away.
Mommy and Daddy made brunch for Grandma and Grandpa, and we all had a great morning. Then Mommy went away for a while, but we got to snooze with Daddy, so it was all good.
I've decided I'm definitely on board with this Christmas stuff. The toys are great. The treats are awesome (and Smudgie, with his little princess type tummy only threw up the one time)...
So, Merry Christmas to you all! I highly recommend it!
Take care all, and ho ho ho.
Rudy, Santa's little helper
He brought us toys and treats and treats and treats, and oh yeah...treats. Wow.
I don't understand how he got into the house without us waking up. We are ferocious guard dogs, who never ever let anything slip by, so I am a little surprised and uncomfortable about it all, but he brought great stuff, so I think I'll get over it.
He brought me this chewy toy made from recycled tires. I loved it. Mommy said the label said it was indestructible. Well, I scored a personal best on that one...four minutes was all it took me to chomp off a hunk...and then the uprights jumped up and took it away from me. What was that all about?
When Mommy and Daddy gave us a present to unwrap together, I think I forgot the true meaning of Christmas. I growled at Smudgie (I was so excited that I wanted the present all for myself). Mommy scolded me, and Smudgie ran off and TOOK my new ring for himself. I've been told. I'll try to do better. When I went to take my ring back, he GROWLED AT ME. So I sat down. Then he stared at me. So I laid down. Once I did that, he was okay with me again. I guess he really made things clear for me there. I'm sorry Smudgie. I just got a little carried away.
Mommy and Daddy made brunch for Grandma and Grandpa, and we all had a great morning. Then Mommy went away for a while, but we got to snooze with Daddy, so it was all good.
I've decided I'm definitely on board with this Christmas stuff. The toys are great. The treats are awesome (and Smudgie, with his little princess type tummy only threw up the one time)...
So, Merry Christmas to you all! I highly recommend it!
Take care all, and ho ho ho.
Rudy, Santa's little helper
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