School daze

Hey! It's almost back-to-school time...My Very Own Boy is less than thrilled about it though. Me, I love all the bags of school supplies so much and I try really hard to help him get everything organized. Apparently I'm not as good at is as I should be though. Teachers don't like packs of notecards already punched. Ahem.

I've been busy, myself. Tomorrow, I'm going to be the dog of the day on The Daily Corgi! How cool is that? You'll learn all about me. Probably more than you ever wanted to know. I also have my own Facebook profile now. I know, next thing I need is an agent! My personal assistant (Mean Mom) has been sorely lacking in a lot of departments lately. Like she set up my Facebook profile for me and got my birthday wrong. How in the world do you forget the most important day in your life, I ask you? Hurumph.

Anyhow, off to supervise Mom while she makes sausage biscuits for Monkey Man's breakfast tomorrow. I feel fairly certain that if I play my cards right and jump on her at just the right minute, I might score a biscuit!

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.

Big helper

I like to help Mom around the house. Especially with things like unloading the groceries.

Martin's has the best bags. Very, very tasty.

Sorry for the lack of posts - baseball season has started so therefore we are on the run all the time. Mom should have some pictures soon of me at the ballfield with my adoring fans!

A dirty, low-down shame

Our new friends Wilson and Jimmy asked their mom Taryn to send some of her pictures from this weekend's puppy party. Well actually, my mom asked her because her camera is a piece of crap and takes terrible pictures. (Hey mom, am I allowed to say crap? Crap! Crap! Crap!)

Mud is awesome! I had no idea what I was missing out on! Mean Mom always makes me stay out of the mud or I have to take a bath with that smelly stuff that makes me smell like an old lady.

It's not only fun to roll in, it's fun to drink too! Kind of like a cafe mocha!

There were all kinds of awesome smells.

Uh oh. The Fun Police, a.k.a Mean Mom got me. She doesn't look happy.

Happy? I mean, seriously...look at me! You are in so much trouble for posting this, dude. Big trouble. Not only had I been rained on no fewer than 627 times, I had a bad haircut and my face looks like Jabba the Hut. Seriously, knock it off!

At this point, Grandma Janet saved me from Mean Mom and gave me a nice bath. I love you, Grandma Janet! You rock!

Then, I got to go back inside and pose for pictures with my Mama Scout and my sister Sally. Aren't we cute?

Now, if you want the G-rated version of this weekend, hop on over to Grandma Janet's. I love you Grandma Janet!

If you want the R-rated version, then slink on over to Jimmy and Wilson's blog.

For the NC-17 version, try Jon Farleigh and Dewi's blog. As if that surprises anyone.

Mean Mom says: Thanks to everyone for all the fun this weekend and the photos! Big thanks to Taryn for sending me Dirty Nick pictures since my camera really is a piece of crap. Or, as Naughty Nick would say, Crap! Crap! Crap!

I love stinky stuff

One of my favorite things to do is go exploring in the woods. There is all kinds of cool, stinky stuff out here - rotten logs, ant nests, deer poop...we even have a creek in our backyard! I am just dying to get in it, but Mean Mom keeps waylaying my plans. She is No Fun At All.

Dad puts all the stuff out of the back of that big noisy thing that cuts the grass in a big pile in part of the woods. Talk about good smells! I like to bounce through the piles over and over. Then I roll in it and rub my back all in the piles. Sometimes, just when I finally get my smell just right, Mean Mom gives me a bath! Then I smell like an orange. I don't like that. She is No Fun At All.

Currently, I am not speaking to my Mom.

Yesterday, Mom took me to the place where all the girls come love on me, strangers give me treats, and then this dude in a white coat came and stabbed me in the butt! OUCH. I forgave him though, and felt well enough to come home and run in the yard with Rufus and Dad and My Very Own Boy.

Then, however, my butt really started to hurt and I was so worn out that I fell asleep while I was near my food bowls. And then Mom had to take this highly unflattering picture. Mooooom! I mean, really?

I'm not talking to you. Unless food is involved. Then maybe we can talk.

It's hard being me

Seriously Mom? I can't drive the Corvette today? I bet James Bond's mom would've let him drive the Corvette. I'm just sayin'.