So Mum was like, "make a serious face", and so I tried (I really did), but then Gromit made that face, and I couldn't help myself... I cracked up. Too hilarious ~ he's such a goof. My little brother is pretty funny.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Gromit isn't so good at stairs. His legs are just too short, and his body too long. He has to hop. Daddy! had a carpet runner installed so that it's easier for Gromit (and ME!) to go up and down the stairs. My human sister Hannah was trying to lure Gromit down the stairs with a cookie, and it took him SO long to get moving. I'm just not patient enough. I couldn't take having that cookie waved in front of me any longer - so I swiped it. Go me.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I am SO EMBARRASSED. Mom and Daddy! brought me to the vet today to have "vaccines" (whatever that means), and the vet said that I am PUDGY! She suggested I get out and walk more, and eat a little less food!
Pudgy! Can you believe it?!? A woman should have some meat on her bones. What's wrong with a little extra Claire?
Thinking of what's best for my health, I pulled out the fitness magazine stash for some inspiration.
This morning I could have gone for a long walk with Mom, but instead I crawled into her warm spot in the bed and snuggled with Daddy! until coffee time. I suppose that's not the right attitude to have. *Golden sigh*
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Does your Mom do this to you? Does she sneak up on you while you're sleeping and take close up photos of your smiling puppy dog jowls? Mine does. I do have such lovable lips though, all wrinkly and soft. Mom did tell me that she loves the way I smile, and that made her smile ~ so I've done my job for the day.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I couldn't believe it this morning. I was sitting out on the balcony with Mom and Gromit and all around us were BIRDS ~ birds of so many kinds, everywhere. My neck got a little sore from trying to watch them all.
Some are even living in our house! They have babies (cute! and yummy!), but they are pooping all over our balcony, and that is not good because then Mom doesn't let us go out there.
I'm not allowed to sniff it
(or eat it), but I wanted to point it all out to Mom. Daddy! will be home soon and will hose it all off so we can lay around out there again.
It's the best bird observatory any dog could wish for.
I'm going to study ornithology so I can identify each bird, and make a list of which ones me and Daddy! can barbecue. I will catch them in my mouth.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The other day my Mom gave me these cute squeaky ginger toys.
Okay so one of them was for Gromit, but he doesn't know how to tear them apart yet, so I took care of that. They have an incredible amount of stuffing in them! Mom keeps sweeping it up, and I keep pulling out more (I think she likes sweeping as much as I like stuffies because she does it a lot), so it's a win/win situation.
I've managed to get the squeaker out of each of them. Somehow I fell for that cookie trade the humans do when they want what we have (I just can't resist a cookie, I fall for that trick every time!) and lost both squeakers.
I'll never tire of tearing stuffies apart. It's one of my favourite things, right up there with cucumbers. Mom says the front room looks like a scene from a great stuffy tragedy; but I think that with the amount of stuffing in these ginger toys there will be more than five acts to this play. I'll be pulling stuffing from these things for days!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Has this ever happened to you? Has your human ever tossed your stick in a tree?
Does he think I'm a *&!@$squirrel@$#!*%! ???
I think I have to give Daddy! some more lessons in stick tossing.
Oh stick, sweet stick,
Where for art thou stick?
Are you in a tree?
Are you set free,
Did you get tossed,
and then lost?
He who threw you,
Made me so blue,
Until he found a new you.
I'll never forget you, dear stick-in-a-tree.