Froot Bat Friday

There were treats! In fact, it was a piece of steak! Score one for the froot bats!

Happy Friday, everybuddy!

Forty Winks on Thursday

Mom thinks we need a bigger couch so there's room for her. hehehe

White Dawg Wednesday

If your pawrents aren't on that awful f@cebook, you missed my traumatic news from last week.  We had a super warm day here in the Mitten State and Mom gotted out the leash and I thought we were going for a walk to check my pee-mails.  However, we gotted in the car and went to a horrible, horrible place. It's almost as bad as the v-e-t.  It's the dawg wash place.  I do not like it there.  Not one bit.  I wouldn't walk up the ramp into the tub, so Dad lifted me in there (traitor!). Then he squirted me with a hose (traitor!) while Mom rubbed cherry-flavored gunk all over me. Then Dad squirted me with that hose again (traitor!). It was awful.  They washed off all of my good stink.  I've been working on that stink for a long time.  It was terrible. Mom said I didn't have to get dried with the blow dryer since it was so warm out.  She even told me that I could shake the water off my furs.  Which I did.  Repeatedly.  All over her. Then we went home and she turned on the space heater and gotted my bed all warm for me. She was trying to kiss up, but it didn't work.  I wouldn't even look at her. She took away my good stink and replaced it with cherry-flavor and then she kept singing THIS SONG to me and it was annoying.  I am NOT your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Really, Mom.  To make it even worser, whenever I get a bath, my furs get all weird and frizzy. It was a totally rough day to be a froot bat at my house.

Here is a picture of me with my frizzy furs.  Notice that I am not looking at Mom. She even threw me some "gimme some frooooot baaaaats," and I was all, "Uh, lady?  Are you insane? I'm not even going to look at you."

The pouting worked pretty well, though.  It gotted me lots of treats and Mom and Dad fawned all over me for days. While I don't recommend a bath, the pouting works wonders.  Definitely give it a try if you get the opportunity. hehehe

Titus on Tuesday

Somedawg suggested that since there was a lack of froot bats on Friday there should be a Titus Week or something. Mom thought that was a pretty good idea (FINALLY!).

This picture was made by Miss Ann, Maggie, & Zoey over at Zoolatry.  I think they did a terrific job on my Froot Bats, don't you?  Mom was going to post this for Halloween, but, well, EG filled you in on how she "fixed" our internets so our Halloween post didn't work out so well.

I've got lots to fill you in on this week since I didn't get to post hardly at all last week, so stay tuned.
Happy Titus Tuesday!

Froot Bat Friday

It's a lazy Friday here in Froot Bat Land.  I have gone two weeks without an official photoshoot (*and* having to hear "Gimme some frooooot baaaaat").

Here's a picture of me after my belleh skritches:

The froot bats standing at attention:

Tired froot bats (but at least no one pasted bright pink lips on my head this time) AND what me and Mom plan on doing this weekend:

Hope everybuddy has a great weekend!

Thinking on Thursday

I'm thinking that my belly needs a skritchin'...

White Dawg Wednesday

Mom went into the archives again.  She likes these pictures because of my smile. For some reason, she really digs it when I smile.  All I can say is, I would definitely smile a lot more if someone wasn't constantly after my ears. 

Titus Week & Mancat Monday

So yesterday was my 10th birthday and it wasn't real fun.  Mom and Dad are sick, so we didn't do much of anything.  I laid around with Mom and tried to get her to feel better.  She felt real bad because she had lots of plans for my birthday, but she didn't feel good at all, so we didn't really do anything special.  (Well, now that I think about it, I did get a bite of maple cookie and a bite of bread...)  She promised to make it up to me, though, and she said that it could be Titus Week on the blog.  It's a week of ME! 

Here's a picture of me last night.  Being a nurse is super duper hard work.  It sure wears out a dawg.

 

Now, we can't really let Mancat Monday pass us by.  So here's my "Mancat Rule of the Day:"

It's REALLY manly to take your fluffy white teddy bear to bed every night. BOL BOL BOL

 

I got this bear for Christmas last year and EG bear-napped it.  He carries it around and talks to it all the time.  Most mornings, Mom wakes up and it's in bed with her. BOL!  ♫ EG's got a teddy bear, EG's got a teddy bear ♫ BOL BOL BOL
::whispers:: Please don't tell him that I told you.

In other news, does anyone know when the Competitive Eating events are being held at the Olympics? That's my favorite event, you know.

Tiding You Over on Thursday

The Mom says she's "tapped out"today - whatever that means.
Here's a little something to tide you over until tomorrow.

















Don't they look absolutely delicious?????


Mwahahahahaha

Wordless Wednesday