Baby, it's hot outside

It's 103 degrees at our house today, according to Mom. It's so hot that even Rufus doesn't want to go outside! He loves the heat. Me, not so much. So we're just hanging out this afternoon.

Mom took a nap on the couch while Rufus and I worked on our chewies. Rufus has a bad habit of trying to trick me out of my chewie - they're always better when someone else has done all the work, I guess! Anyway, I got up on the couch to keep him away and found the perfect place to wedge my chewie in so I could work on it. Right between Mom's legs! Yeah, she didn't like that too much, something about me biting important things. Sheesh.

Stay cool!

Wanted: New Mom, Mine is Broke!

Well, hi there!

I believe my Mom owes you all an apology. She has been sick, you see. Something called mon-oh. All I know is that she slept a lot and complained about being tired and achy all the time.

Bo-ring! I mean, how am I supposed to be an International Man of Mystery when all I could do was lay around all the time? I think I might need to trade my Mom in for one that isn't broken!

On the good side, while she was sick I taught myself to jump up on the couch to administer appropriate kisses and keep her feet warm. I was a Very Helpful Boy! Not to mention, every time Mom got up off of the couch I would steal her pillow. It smells really good, just like my Mom.

In the meantime, I've been busy getting BIG. I'm as big as Rufus now! He still tries to push me around sometimes, especially when he wants my chewie. But I try to be polite and remember that he's just a curmudgeonly old cuss that wants to have his way all the time.

So anyway, I'm back! And I missed everyone...we have a lot of catching up to do! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my chewie collection.