Musings from the mind of Bob the chihuahua
 

Bob has been pestering me lately to get back to letting the world know what is on his mind. Due to money difficulties, I had to give up his website, so he no longer has a blog to vent in. I will type as he dictates so bear with me, he does have a very deep accent. Southern accent that is.

"Hey world!! Long time no speak, so to say. Life here is good, no matter what Pop says. I gots lots to eat, tons of toys and a warm bed. Don't understand why Pop is always bitching. There is also a cat here. Heh. Prime chase material if there ever was one. Pop is still pecking away on that school thing. It pisses me off sometimes. I get up in MY lap and get put back down into the floor. Back up, back down. Pop says hy will play with me later when this is done. So, I wait. It seems like a long time to me and bring hym a ball to throw. Grrrrrrr. I still wait. And wait. So up into MY lap again. And down. *sigh* I'm goin' to bed. Stupid school.
Pop says I have to go see the vet person soon. Which means I get poked with sharp stuff. Crap. I like the vet person alot, but why poke me? I didn't do nuthin'. But Pop says I am a good boy for not biting the vet person and Pop always gets me a treat after, so maybe it isn't so bad. Cause trust me, you mess with me and I WILL bite you. I'm a bad guy sometimes, yanno?
So look, I gotta go. Pop is having to go do stuff soon and I gotta go outside. Pop washed my sweater yesterday, so it smells awful. I gotta find something in the yard to make it smell as good as it did yesterday. I found something really great out there. I think it used to be an animal of some kind. Still don't understand why Pop got pissed about that. So, until I can get Pop to type for me again, you guys keep the greasy side down. That is biker speak as Pop says."

Later ya'll,

Bob

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Hi, Bob and Max (what kind of animal are you, Max?)! Ladimus, here.

I am a shortie- Jack Russell.

I hope you don't mind me crashing your party, Bob, but I have a great story to tell about how brilliant I am. hee hee

I have been staying at my Grandmother's the last few days to keep her company and to help my Daddy out. Anyway, she decided last night that I had been a really good boy, so she gave me one of my Christmas presents early. It was a stuffed Santa. So, I did my usual thing of tearing it apart in 5 minutes, and destroying the squeeker (I am awesome at this...no toy will ever be strong enough to beat me!). Anyway, I was paying really close attention when she gave me the toy and saw that there was a second toy in the bag she took it from.

So, when she wasn't looking, after I destroyed my toy I snuck back upstairs (and I am not allowed upstairs to begin with...I have no idea why she let me come up when she gave me the toy), found the bag on the floor of her closet, and grabbed the other toy out of the bag! I brought it back downstairs and destroyed that one too! How smart am I??? I guess she will just have to buy another one for that neighbor dog...WHATEVER...she is my grandmom, shouldn't be buying stuff for other dogs anyway. :hrmph:

So, I just wanted to wave hello and tell Bob that I wear doggles too! My Daddy has a convertible and the rule is, if I want to ride when the top is down, my eyes need to be protected! It's ok, I got used to it after awhile. And at night, hy puts in the clear lenses so I can still see good!

Anyway, carry on dudes! :bandana::hangloose:

OMG!!!!! Pop just got home, and hy brought me 6, count them people, 6 balls. And wait for it.......................THEY SQUEEK!!!!! I have died and gone to heaven. BBL. I gotta play.

Pop is evil. The balls were a bribe. I have been washed.

That is correct dear readers. Pop washed me. In water. And used soap. Evil.

Pop is mad at me. Is it my fault that I heard something at 5 am? Something that I thought was a threat and I had to alert hym about? Ok, so running through the house barking might have been a bit much, but I AM a watchdog. And a darn good one at that. Humans are so cranky in the morning.

It is snowing. Pop made me go outside when it is snowing. My paws are freezing and I think some pp froze to my goober. I'm goin' back under the covers, wake me up when spring hits.

In a word the weather here has been "BRRRR"!! Pop has been gone from the house quite a bit, hy says hy has to go make money to buy me kibble. And to top it off, I was on Pop's lap this morning, supervising hys homework, when all of a sudden a noise came out of my butt!! OMG it scared me so bad I jumped down and ran under the bed. Butt monsters I tell ya.

Ok, this is not funny. Pop keeps putting hys cold hands on my warm nakid belly. Damn it. Back off Pop or I will bite. Grrrrr.

Bob meet Freckles.....
 

Hey to everybody!! It is nice of ya'll to stop by and introduce yourselves. It is WAYYY to early for this dog to be out of the bed, but Pop says hy is on the move. Gonna be one of those days I tell ya. Pop is running around already, getting that coffee stuff going, jumping in that thing in the little room that makes you get wet (I will never understand humans) and working on the homework hy always talks about. I do not know what algebra means, but Pop sure does spend a lot of time working on it. Hy says it makes hys brain hurt. If something made my brain hurt, I would stay the heck away from it. Anyhow, I gotta get back to bed. It is too early for me and Pop gets mad at me when I try to steal hys coffee stuff. Hy says it keeps hym alert, so why can't I have some? I wouldn't sleep as much and maybe Pop would quit calling me lazy. I can't help it. I get sleepy. And under the covers is a much better place to be than out in a cold room. Ok, ya'll have a good one.

I was dreaming last night. Dreaming of the wild times, when my spirt ran with the wolves. Pop says I woke hym up howling in the middle of the night. Sorry bout that Pop, I just couldn't help it.

Let's Meet Baby!--Poppy's Coyote Grrrl

There is snow here. :blink: It goes all the way up to my knees. I was trying to go pp, and it kept brushing on my goober. I just couldn't go. Pop had to tramp down a spot for me. Sucks being small sometimes.