Stinky Boy Speaks

I'm gassy

2012-02-11T22:46:00.001-06:00

I told mom not to type that!!!

But I'm sitting here on the couch next to her with my butt pointed at her and I am farting up a storm. So, she said she can type anything she wants after putting up with that odor.

Jeez'.

HI!!

2011-10-24T10:24:00.004-05:00

Mom's working on getting some updated photos of me onto this here blog, but she is challenged in that area... so bear with me.

Just wanted to stop in and say "hi". Oh, and to update my header cuz' I am not 9 1/2 pounds anymore, I'm 8 4/5 (8.8 as the vet says). I'm in good shape!

Later!!

Screw this

2010-12-30T07:40:00.003-06:00

Well, I've been busy. Sorry for the long lag in posting. I am sure all of you have been checking back daily waiting to see what my life involves. Mom said she checked Google Analytics and that doesn't seem to be the case, but I think she's confused.

The last time I posted I talked about doggy daycare. Well, I am now an experienced doggy daycare guy. I get to hang out with lots of other dogs and play like a maniac. I went last week and discovered that my daycare is so popular they had to open a new room and I get to be in that room. It's called the itty-bitty room. Who are they calling itty bitty?????

Next week I have to go to daycare for like 8 days in a row and that is why this post is titled "Screw this". I am ok with going during the day and playing, and I've even gone over night for one night. But EIGHT NIGHTS!! I hope I can be brave.

Doggy daycare here I come!!!

2010-09-03T07:45:00.002-05:00

Lots of stuff is going on in my life right now and I am SO EXCITED!!!

Just the fact that Mom and Dad and the Teenager give me new toys like every other day is enough to make me a happy dog.

It’s not so dang hot like it was for so long, so now that it’s cooler I get to hang out in my favorite spots like the front yard or in the house looking out the front door with the screen part open. Lots of activity takes place in front of my house (in my opinion at least), and I get to see more of it now. What kinds of things happen in front of my house, you ask? Well, there are birds and flying leaves and people walking by and people with DOGS walking by and Dad working on things and Mom coming home from work (I love it when she drives up – I get so excited) and the mailman and the UPS guy and the Teenager getting picked up by her friends….

Mom says I talk in run-on sentences, but I don’t know what she’s talking about.

And the BEST THING THAT’S COMING UP is that I get to go to doggy daycare. I can’t stand it – I am soooooo excited. I don’t get to go every day, just when Dad has work he needs to get done at places I can’t go along to. I like helping him out, so I wouldn’t want to go to doggy daycare every day, but I’m excited to go every once in awhile. My first day is the 15th. On that day, Mom says I have to behave myself because the doggy daycare people will be assessing me (whatever that means) to see if I am a good boy.

I am a good boy and I am sure they will love me.

I can’t wait.

I hope that all of you are as happy as I am!!

What have I been up to?

2010-06-07T09:41:00.003-05:00

Well.... since you asked I'll tell you.

My days are pretty full right now.

During the week I hang out with Dad while Mom is at work and the Teenager is at school. I hear that school is out after this week but that I shouldn't expect the Teenager to hang around much because she has something called a social life (Mom said she doesn't know what that is).

Today I'm watching Dad mow the lawn. I don't like it when he goes into the back yard because I can't see him. I try to be brave when I'm all alone like that, but sometimes it is pretty stressful.

I like the stay home days the best -- I sit on Mom's lap and stare at her for a long time (I think she likes it). Next weekend we get to go on a road trip up north to my human cousin's graduation party. I'm excited for that!

My separation anxiety is getting worse, so Dad says he's going to throw me into the jail (the laundry room with a million cozy blankets and pillows) for a half hour a day so I get used to being along. I don't want him to do that, so I might have to give him the sad eyes to see if I can get out of it:)

Hope you're all having a great summer -- I am so far!!

I got a May Basket!!

2010-05-01T10:40:00.003-05:00

Oh, I was excited this morning when I went outside to go potty.

There on my front step was a May Basket.

I saw it even before Mom did (maybe because she was still half asleep and busy rubbing her eyes).

Before Mom could get it I snatched a treat out of the basket - num.

At this very moment, while Mom types this for me, I am in the kitchen barking because I want the rest of my treats.

I am so lucky.

Mission accomplished

2010-04-21T15:49:00.005-05:00

Done.

That is not Mom, and that is not me.

But that's the basic idea.

This is going to be funny.

I'm morphing into a baby

2010-04-20T15:54:00.002-05:00

Mom needs a sling.

Like the kind that new mom's wrap around their bodies like five zillion times and then plop their human baby into.

Well, she needs it for me.

Dad insists that I go everywhere.

Mom is close to insisting that, but sees some limits like maybe I shouldn't go to the all day swap meet/antique hunting affair later this week. It will be raining and therefore muddy. There will be miles to walk and many other dogs to avoid. But dad insists. (he has separation anxiety just like me)

So mom is looking for a sling.

Pretty soon I'll be human:)

It's my BIRTHDAY!!

2010-03-21T10:31:00.003-05:00

I'm two.

I think that's pretty old.

I still feel like a puppy, but I just know more.

There's a box of toys out in the garage that Mom ordered from e-bay for my birthday presents.

Once they give me a toy I'm going to destroy it!!

I love my life:)

If mom was a picture person

2010-03-13T10:59:00.002-06:00

Mom wishes she was a picture taker, but she's not one yet.

If she were though, she would have taken a picture of me the other day.

When I was running around the house (away from her and Dad).

I found a tampon in the Teenager's bathroom. (unnecessary details -- yes, it was used)

Mom was cracking up because all you could see was the string hanging out of my mouth.

Apparently that is the last time I will get my paws on one of those -- dang!!

Love is

2010-02-06T11:15:00.003-06:00

Curling up on my mom's lap and taking a nap.

I love Saturday's because everyone is home for me to snuggle with.

And I am feeling much better -- thank you to everyone that asked my mom about how I was doing.

Being sick has SOME advantages

2010-01-21T20:26:00.005-06:00

I don't feel good today.

My tummy hurts and I threw up a couple of times.

And my tail is down which is always an indication of not feeling good.

Mom and Dad say I'm too delicate -- I get sick too easily. I think this time I swallowed some strings off of my toys. Dad kind of pissed me off because he threw away a bunch of my toys this afternoon. I work hard on destroying those things!

Well, the up side is that Mom boiled me some CHICKEN (yes, I said chicken) and mixed it with rice. And I love it when I get CHICKEN (yes, I said chicken) and rice. But I only get it if I'm sick -- it's a small price to pay.

So now my belly is full and I'm sitting on Mom's lap and I'm all cozy.

I wonder if I'll get some more CHICKEN (yes, I said chicken) and rice before bed...

Not for the faint of heart

2010-01-12T09:36:00.002-06:00

Dad just called Mom at work and told her that he was going to clip my weiner hair today.

What????

Ok, I appreciate the end product but the process is stressful.

Oh boy.

I found my Christmas presents!!

2009-12-22T12:55:00.004-06:00

Mom and Dad didn't do a very good job of hiding my Christmas presents. I found them in a bag on a shelf in their closet.

Let me tell you, I grabbed this one, and tore out of that room sooooo fast. But then they took it away from me.

Mom says it looks phalic. I wonder what that means??

Now they stuffed all of my stuff into my stocking (which I can't reach!!) and told me I have to wait for Christmas. What the heck is Christmas?

I am going to work on them and see if I can't get just one of those presents early.

Wish me luck.

I'm gettin' sick of this

2009-12-08T17:54:00.003-06:00

Mom keeps typing while I'm laying on her lap.

Her arms bob up and down and disturb my resting head.

I'm only allowing this little bit of typing because it's for MY blog.

After this she better stop it!

Jeez'

Sorry Mom

2009-12-01T09:44:00.004-06:00

I'm sorry that I jumped onto the dash of the Suburban while Dad was in the gas station yesterday.

I had to get to the pop-tart that he tried to hide there. (he underestimates me)

I'm sorry that I gobbled the whole thing up in 23 seconds flat. (it was good)

But mostly, I'm sorry that that tasty pop-tart gave me a belly ache and that you had to get up and take me outside to go poopy at 2AM and 4AM last night. (sorry)

It was a tasty treat.

Dad says that he'll never ever ever make the mistake again of thinking I can't get to something tasty while he runs into the gas station for a cup of coffee. I'm not convinced. I'll remain vigilant.

Playtime

2009-11-17T19:11:00.003-06:00

I need more playtime in my life. It cannot be measured in minutes -- it must be hours.

Today I attacked my stuffed ducky and *SUCCESS* demolished it.

The stuffing is gone.

The squeaky is gone.

I am one bada$$ yorkie poo.

My favorite number

2009-11-04T12:00:00.002-06:00

My favorite number is 3.

Why?

Because that's how many humans I live with.

1-2-3. When everyone is home I'm happy!!

Cuz' Mom goes to work
and Teenager goes to school (whatever that is)
and sometimes Mom goes to school after work
and sometimes Dad has to leave too

So, when I do my head count and get to 3 -- yippee!

I want some

2009-10-30T19:32:00.004-05:00

Mom just had some cheese... I want some.

She let me lick the red wax stuff, and it was good.

I could handle a big bite of it, really, I could.

Mondays are tough for me

2009-10-25T22:31:00.005-05:00

I don't like Mondays as much as I like Saturdays and Sundays. We call those two days "stay at home days" because everyone is home. Mom doesn't have to go to that place she calls work, and Teenager doesn't go to her place called school.

Then Monday comes and it's just me and Dad. I'm glad that Dad works at home because then I can help him with his work and don't have to be home all alone.

Yep, stay at home days are nice. I think I'll have to sleep a lot tomorrow and wait for Mom and Teenager to get home.

Night.

Hi, I'm Stinky Boy

2009-10-24T10:25:00.000-05:00

Ok, that's not my real name. But that's what my humans call me all of the time.

Yep, I'm a dog. I hope you don't have a problem with that.

Mom thinks it'll be fun to write about what I think.

Her and Dad are always pretending that they know what I'd say if I could really speak. And what they come up with is usually pretty funny.

In my blog, I'll tell you all about my life, which Mom says is more interesting than hers (that's why she started a blog for me, since she doesn't have as much to say on hers as I can say here!!!).

I can't wait to make some friends through this 'puter thing.

Oh, and that's a picture of me. Handsome, huh?