Happy Halloween

Ready for my photo Mom!

I didn't know the pumpkin my mom asked me to pose with was not food!

Hmmm...this is pretty tasty!

What?! Why are you yelling at me for eating the pumpkin?

Another Duraflame log?

Some of you may remember that I have eaten a Duraflame log before (just so you know...it didn't go so well for me). Well, a few nights ago my mom and dad were acting very "sneaky" about something in the fireplace. They actually locked me out of the living room while they "took care of something"! As soon as they let me back in the living room, I was able to figure out what they were hiding from me - another Duraflame log!! Can you believe it? I LOVE these logs! Although, I have never tasted one that was on fire before...I just stood there, licking my lips and wimpering at the log. I tried to move the fireplace screen out of the way with my paw, but my parents told me to "Leave it alone!" Clearly, they don't know how good a Duraflame log tastes...well, until it starts to come back up...

Fresh Breath!

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I heard my mom yell, "Daisy Mae, where are you?!" She didn't seem too happy that I decided to make my breath smell good. How am I supposed to know that cinnamon toothpaste is only for two-legged people?!

Happy Halloween!!!

My mom told me that Halloween is this weekend. I don't really know much about Halloween, but my mom bought me a new outfit to wear for the occasion, so it must be a good thing. My mom also told me that "little people" will probably come to our house for treats on Saturday. I think that is a great idea - I love treats! In fact, I got to eat a special treat today....my dad's cell phone. He didn't seem too happy with me. I guess he doesn't understand how tasty cell phones are.

In Trouble AGAIN!

How was I NOT supposed to eat the package of sweet potatoes on the counter? Clearly this was not my fault! In fact, my new diet stresses the importance of only eating certain foods - which includes sweet potatoes.

So, here's what happened. While my mom and dad were at work I noticed a package of sweet potatoes (see that black styrofoam container in front my bed?!) on the kitchen counter (they were behind a steak knife). Well, I love sweet potatoes and I was not going to let a steak knife stand in my way. After careful deliberation with Jackson, I decided that I would grab the steak knife and hide it in my bed. Once that barrier was removed, I was able to grab the package of sweet potatoes and carry them to my bed.

The package was a little difficult to get into - the steak knife actually came in handy! Once I ate through the plastic wrap (and a little bit of the styrofoam) the sweet potatoes were all mine! They tasted a little different from the cooked ones my moms makes me, but I liked the crunchy texture.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hide the "evidence" before my mom got home. And, boy, was she mad at me! As soon as she came in the front door I knew I was in trouble...again! Just so you know, this "getting in trouble thing" isn't too bad (don't tell my mom or dad that). Getting in trouble means I get told I am a bad dog, I act remorseful and sorry, and my mom usually takes a picture or two of me getting in trouble. Well, this time my mom yelled at me a little longer than usual and finally I just yawned in her face! I mean, I just ate a lot of sweet potatoes, my tummy is full, and I would like to get back to my afternoon nap!

Allergies?! What allergies?!

What do you mean 59 allergy pills

is not good for me?

If I take one pill twice a day to make my allergies better, 59 pills after breakfast has to be better?!

How was I supposed to know that the box of allergy medicine on the kitchen counter was not for me to eat?

I hate getting in trouble...