Froot Bat Friday (With a Special Guest)

Today, I have invited a very special guest to the bloggie.  This is my cousin, Ben.  Check out those froot bats!  Aren't they great?

This is the face you get when I have to hear "gimme some frooooot baaaaat" over and over.

And this is what you get when you decide that calling me "Harvey Woofnagle" over and over is cute. (For your information, it's not.)

Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!

Harvey Woofnagle Wednesday

Mom was glad to see me snoozing like this last night because I spent most of the weekend snoozing on my side - which tends to mean that my neck is hurty if it's not super duper hot outside. Those of you whose beans waste all your precious blogging time on that stoopid Facebook are on Facebook probably already know this, but for those of you who don't, I had to go to the v-e-t on Saturday. I woke Mom up at 3 am with a whimper. And then a full out cry at 6. My neck was hurty again. My neck was so hurty that I couldn't even drop a dookie in the back yard. I would try and then cry and lay down. She was supposed to do a "fun run" (whatever that means) on Saturday, but she stayed home and took me to the v-e-t instead. I gotted my temperature taken (it was horrible, as usual), but that was it for the bad stuff. Just another spinal exam (I'm getting used to those) and then they stealed a little of my bloods. It was ok this time, though, because the tech who held me gave the best.ear.scritches.ever. Mom even remembered to stuff her pockets with Charlee Bears, so it was all good. And yes, these are the treats that I only.got.one.of for my froot bat Friday modeling job. Check out the size of these things. They're teeny tiny! I gotted some medicines to help me feel better and that was it. Since Dad was playing golf that day, we camed home and cuddled up and took a nap. It was pretty cool. I gotted lots of sympathy and Mom fawned over me all day. She even promised to order me some Happy Hearts Dawg Cookies. Total score! I'm feeling lots better now thanks to some good medicines and I'm really digging all the attention. Mom says she's even going to order me a new bed on payday because my Tower of Beds is kind of "unsupportive." I could totally get used to this. Well, except for the hurty neck part. That kinda blows.

BREAKING NEWS!!!

And it is super duper exciting! We have finally found something that Titus WILL NOT eat. Can you believe it?


So this is what Mama found when she gotted out of the shower yesterday morning:



Titus had struck again. First, he chewed up the granola bar box (no granola bars were harmed - thank cod). Then Mama looked over to the left of the box. At first, she thought it was a puke pile. But on closer inspection, she realized that he had chewed the top off of a bottle of salad dressing. She admits that her first reaction was to sigh and wonder when the 'tocks trouble would start. But she did what she does in these situations - assess the damage and amount consumed so that she has good info for when she has to make those embarrassing calls to the v-e-t. She scooped as much back into the bottle as she could and then measured it and it didn't look like much was gone. She held out a gooey, salad-dressingy hand to Titus to see if he'd lick it and he wouldn't. Mama could not believe her eyes. Mr. Harvey Woofnagle does not like green goddess dressing! She did a little dance and gave Titus a big smooch between the froot bats. All in all, it turned out to be a good day: no embarrassing calls to the v-e-t, no 'tocks trouble, no puke piles, and we learned something new about our Titus. hee hee

Happy Wednesday, everybuddy!

Love,
Tazo

Wordy Wednesday

Mom saw this at a red light the other day. She says that if I had my driver's license, this is what my vanity plate would say. Because she calls me "TT" and the car is an Audi TT. Get it? Though lately she's been calling me Harvey Woofnagle - not sure what that's about. And I don't think there's any kind of Woofnagle-mobile. Whatever.

Happy Wednesday, everybuddy!