Lizard Hunting

On Saturday, Mommy let us play outside for a long time.  Annika came out and showed us how to hunt lizards. 

I was skeptical.

Jeff, however, was intensely focused on learning all he could from Kitty.

Annika insisted that the lizard had crawled under the tarp, so we tried to surround it to root it out.

But I never saw it.  I think it got away.  Wait, is that it?

Nope.  Just a piece of bark. 

Backyard Race Day

Jeff took birthday monkey out in the yard today to get me to chase him.  It worked!  We had so much fun wrestling and racing that Mommy came out to take some photos.  Here's one:

Can you see my ears going flappity flap?

In this one you can see that we're actually chasing:

Then Mommy drove off to work.  A few hours later, she came home and loaded us in the car to go talk to the weird window again.  That part was boring but she drove with the windows open so we got lots of breeze.  It was so nice that we were quiet the whole way (no fighting!).  I am soooo happy today.

Cult of Lobsty

Since I was small, I have belonged to the Cult of Lobsty.  Lobsty is a constant in my life of worshipping toys.

This is actually the very first Lobsty, Lobsty I.  He was blue and I loved him.

Lobsty III is red, just like Lobsty II.  One of the reasons I worship him is because he has lots of braided legs, a stuffed body, and little felt bits, all of which are great to grab onto for a game of tug.  He has heft, but isn't awkward to carry, like Octy-puss. 

Jeff is a new convert:

I'm so happy!

Living Room

Mommy moved the living room furniture around yesterday, which was very confusing.  When she was done, though, I realized that Something Wonderful had happened.  Mommy was much more available for playtimes and snuggles.

Here's Jeff snuggling:

and here's me thinking about getting a toy to play with:

I like it!

Floofy Sleep

Some people need beauty sleep, but I need floofy sleep.  Since I'm a poodle, I have curlicue hair that gets old-lady-perm-frizzy in the rain.  Eek! 

Today I'm having a good hair day, though.  Mommy tucked me into my blankie for morning naptime.

She took a close up of my beautiful curly head (giving her side eye because, hello, I'm trying to get my Floofy Sleep!):

She also got my foot curls, which are the bestest.  They do get lots of plants caught in them but I just chew them up when I get home.

Hmm, looks like I might be due for a mani-pedi!

Toy-splosion

Whenever Mommy vacuums the living room, she picks up all our toys and puts them in the toy basket.  I get very nervous about this because what if they don't come back out?  However, she does it week after week.  And week after week, I pull them back out, sometimes choking myself to get at a particularly needed toy.

Since Jeff came along, the floor to toy ratio has gone way down.  I used to just get out a few toys and play with them all week long, but Jeff prefers to pull out every single toy.   Subsequently, our room ends up like this:

Clearly, Jeff and I are waiting for Mommy to throw some dang toys for us in this photo.  She decided that taking the picture was more important. 

Icky Mornings

On rainy, blah mornings we tend to snooze after morning playtimes.  I'm currently favoring the small couch with one blankie:

Jeremy's still a floor-dweller.  I think it hurts his legs to jump up on the couch, plus he doesn't see well and is afraid of jumping in the wrong place.  He looks pretty comfy, though:

Surrounded by toys!

Mommy threw the ball for Jeff Buckley, but he took it up on the couch with him rather than offering it for more chases.  He knows how to curl up all tiny and cute, I'll give him that:

I hope your day is snoozy-comfy too!