Bring Back the Cookies

Somebody please tell my mom that Buddy Biscuits are so last year. I don't like them- and being rewarded for my awesome potty skills during our walks with Buddy Biscuits isn't really a reward. For the past two weeks, Buddy Biscuits have made a comeback which can only mean one thing: Mommy is too lazy to go buy the good stuff. I have been protesting this by performing a two-step process. Spit it out immediately and show mommy my look of disgust. And in an attempt to solidify my protest, I let Geordi eat it- something I would normally never ever do. I believe Mommy is misunderstanding Geordi's lack of treat standards for us liking Buddy Biscuits. I must convince Geordi to join in on the protest, otherwise Mommy may never get the point.

Are tasty treats too much to ask for? What is going on with my mother? Bring back the cookies and the apple bacon treats! For goodness sake, I'll even take the healthy carrots! Mom, if you are reading this.. please buy new treats immediately. Your favorite son is unhappy (in the treat department). 

February Beach Day

Thank goodness for President's Day because we had sunny weather, mommy all to ourselves and a trip to the beach! A group of ducks were taunting me from the water so I tried my hardest to get to them. But a combination of mommy freaking out and the weather still being in the 30s made me retreat. I'll get those ducks in a few months. It was weird to see snow and sand mixed together but the sand kept my paws from being cold in the snow. I can't wait for spring and summer so that we can make our nightly trips to the beach! Go away winter!

Please stop with the pictures. Okay, maybe just one more.

I feel like Mommy gets a brand new camera too often. And trust me, I KNOW when she has a new camera because I fall victim to it. Luckily for her, I love the spotlight and as long as she gives me treats and gushes over how cute I am- I tolerate it. 

I dug up the holiday appropriate rubber xmas bulb toy from the toy box. Before I knew it, Mommy was armed with her new toy snapping away. 

Here's to another year of toys and photos! Happy new year.

Santa, you're the best!

Nothing more exciting than a brand new chew bone from Santa! He must have known that my old bone was starting to fall apart. And being a good boy probably helped too. Chewing the purple and yellow nylabone is a pre-bedtime routine and now I have a brand new one to work on while everyone falls asleep before me. Hope your xmas was as awesome as mine!

Missing: Snowman Tie

My holiday tie is missing and I am growing concerned. I don't usually promote clothing or accessories of any kind but my holiday tie get-up is the only exception. Not only do I feel festive but it makes me feel like a really cool pug. I had mommy search in all of the places she usually puts the collection of worthless shirts/jackets, etc but we were unsuccessful in locating it. There are a few holiday events coming up and my missing attire is stressing me out. Seeing as how we (and by we, I mean mommy) searched the entire house with no luck, there is only one logical explanation for the sudden disappearance of my awesome snowman tie: daddy must have thrown it away. Usually I would have no issue- throw away our hoodies, the booties and all of the halloween costumes but my holiday tie? No! Daddy if you are reading this and you did in fact throw it away, please let me know. I may have to ask mommy for a new one.

Will Wobble for Food

This pug's life isn't always easy. Everyone thinks we sit around, sleep, cuddle and eat but now it is time to reveal how untrue that can be. Recently, Mommy and Daddy had the "brilliant" idea to slow down my food intake by putting all of my kibble in my wobble. The wobble was my 1st birthday present. The toy's purpose is to stimulate my brain and use my doggy problem solving skills. Instead of scarfing down my food, I have to work and use my puggy brain before eating! Can you believe that? It really isn't that big of a deal because I love to wobble but I just feel cheated since Bones gets to eat out of his normal bowl.

Oh well, food is food I suppose.

Super Bones.

As most of you know from Geordi's last post, we were unable to escape Halloween. I wanted to be Batman so that I could be like Daddy but apparently Geordi's hair color made him a cooler candidate for the Batman position. Unhappy as I was at first, I started to enjoy my Superman costume. Geordi cried every second he had to wear the costume but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Not to give Mommy any ideas but I wouldn't mind wearing the cape every once in awhile.

Due to rain rain and more rain, no trick or treating for us this year. Actually, no trip to the botanical gardens either. Hm, this year was a bust! Another Halloween down.

SuperBones out.