Snoozy Monday

Uncle Chris, Aunt Kate, Uncle Dave and Aunt Val all came over yesterday.  They brought Maple, who tried to eat Kitty, but Kitty hissed and fake bapped her.  It was all very exciting, especially the parts where we tried to get them to drop their dinners on the floor.  This morning I'm feeling all tuckered out.

New Monk Monk

Old Monk Monk is just too old to play anymore.  Mommy bought me a new monkey, and this time he's a Happy Birthday monkey.  I play with him and sometimes I even sleep with him.

You can't see his party hat--it's under my paw--but it's bright yellow.  Isn't he cute?

Mousey?

On Monday, Mommy came home with a new smell.  It was kind of mousey, but spicier.  She said it was a "day goo" and that it came from South America.   Yum!

Twitchy-cute!

More Work

Still working for Daddy.  Today's task: neck pillow.

Daddy has a hard time sleeping when he's working so hard, so here I am helping him nap.  I deserve more than minimum wage, right?

Dog Fort

Jeremy is such a ... boy!  Not only did he make a fort and not let me play in it, that grin means he just farted.

Boys!

Working

Daddy is very, very busy!  He works even when he's at home with us, when he should be paying attention to me.  I thought maybe I could be his assistant.

He sent the emails while I talked on the phone.

"Send the thingamawoozies by Friday or you're toast!" I said.  "Then we can have lunch."

Sunday Sleepies

We drove to Aunt Edit's house on Saturday for a party.  Daddy said it was Uncle Jason and Aunt Val's birthday, but I think it was a Dog Party.  Besides Rowen and Helgie, me, Jeremy and Rosie, there was Maple, Jack, Faber and Buddy.  Four of them are mastiffs, which is too much big dog for my taste.

After all the running around, sniffing and eating snacks, we were tuckered out.  First we slept with Daddy, then when he went to dinner, we moved over to Mommy's couch.

I'm still tired!

Sick Rosie

So on Saturday, Rosie was totally puke-face.  Eeew!  Daddy drove her to the vet and then to a second vet.  Mr. Kelly was so worried that he came over before she went to the second vet.

Then she came home on Sunday.  She lay on her bed most of the day, but she seems pretty happy today.  I'm glad.  I was super worried all day!

No, Daddy, Don't Go!

I was scheming hard to get Daddy to stay home today.  First I got Rosie to poop on the floor, but Mommy cleaned it up.  Then I refused to eat my breakfast.  Finally, I got out the big guns.

It worked for a while...even with Jeremy glowering at us from the other end of the couch...

but eventually Daddy escaped.  Oh well, at least Mommy has been home All Week!