Toys, Poop

Oh, how I long for the days when I was the Princess of Toys.  Every toy that came into our house was mine, all mine.  I could love it, adore it, give it the terrier shake, ignore it, sleep with it.  All of the choices were solely up to me.

Not now.

Not since this guy came to town:

He's a toy hoarder, plain and simple. 

Yesterday, Mommy brought us, yes US, a new toy.  It's a lovely fox.  No stuffing, two squeakers.  Long & skinny.  Pretty much perfect for playtimes, tugging, retrieving, even snuggling.  Instead, Jeff stole it and growled when I tried to play.  He finally let me get a bit, but after he'd slobbered it all up.

Poop.

Post-Vacation Nap

Mommy and Daddy went away again!  This time, instead of Auntie Nessa staying over, Mommy dropped me off at Snow's house.  I felt overjoyed to be there and immediately began to play with Snow, Henry and Roo.  Aunt Miranda told Mommy that Henry didn't want me to go home, but when Mommy came to pick me up I wagged and wagged.

And then I slept.

I woke up just enough to give Mommy the side eye.

When Octopuses Attack!

Our brand new octopus, which Mommy already restuffed and sewed up once, attacked us!  Jeff and I had to rip one of its legs off and then nose into the hole that created and destuff it.  It was a dangerous situation, but we prevailed.

You can see the stuffing on the floor and also on the bed.  It's kind of like stuffing vomit!  Jeremy didn't actually help us, but he's obviously very happy that we killed that octi.  Daddy only woke up when Mommy came in and started laughing.  Not sure how he slept through all the ruckus but Daddy does have amazing sleeping abilities.

You can see the actual octopus shell up by Mommy's pillow.  It's blue and purple.  Mommy's letting us play with it, which is okay, since it still has seven legs to bite!

Back Yard Fun

All sorts of interesting things happened in the back yard this week.  Mommy made some new raised beds AND some bees tried to make a hive in the compost tumbler.

First Mommy made towers of blocks, which Jeff and I had to inspect:

Everything seems in order!

When she built the first one, it turned out like this:

Then she built a second one, which is shorter but taller, and filled them with veggies (ucky patooie!). 

The bee lady came to see if she could capture the bees.  We had to watch from inside the house because Mommy was afraid Jeff might try to eat them, or just get in the way.  Hmmph.

She put them in a box and drove away.  I wonder where they ended up!  Did she mail them to somebody?  That would be a very buzzzzzy package to receive.

And the bonus to the week:

Squirrel jerky that Snow dug out of the compost and Jeff brought inside to snack on.  Yummy!

Toes

Human toes are weird, right?  No claws to dig or to provide traction when you're running fast.  Only those flimsy nails.  Mommy's nails change colors, which is totally strange.

My toes are great!  They have lovely toe pads, claws and floof.  The downside to the floof is that it collects seeds and stickers.  Boo!  Otherwise, the floof helps keep the pads nice and warm when it's cold or wet out.  Important. 

Here's a picture of my toes:

Hahaha!  That's Jeff's toe.  You know how you can tell?  I have curly floof but his is straight and his toe pads are rounder.  Otherwise, our toes are similar.

Kitty has great toes, too.  Her claws are magic!  They stick out when she wants to scratch somebody and then **poof** they're gone!  She also has some serious floof.  See?

They look so soft...but don't be lulled by that pretend softness because MAGIC CLAWS.

Thank you for reading my dissertation on toes.

Jeff and the Camera

Mommy was trying to hard to take pictures of our playtimes today.  Someone was being uncooperative!

Every time the camera biddly booped, Jeff would look up.

Every Single Time.

I can promise you we were playing like champs, and then Mommy took each of us for a run.

Dog Rodeo

When Jeff and I get going, we can make a big mess on the bed.  Mommy calls it a Dog Rodeo.  It's basic playtimes mixed with bouts of Blankie Monster.

Believe it or not, the bed was mostly made before we started...

Here's one blurry action shot:

Jeff likes to incorporate his ball:

I just like to play and then smile a lot afterward:

Well, that's a small smile, but I'm cute doing it, so who cares?