(Not at All) Wordless Wednesday

So last night, Mom let me inside and I had something in my mouth.  She freaked out a little - mostly because of THIS.  However, once she took a better look, she started laffin' and laffin'. 
Because this is what I brought in:

It's ice.  From the patio.  Doesn't it look yummy??? It even had extra dirt on it to make it super extra yummy. (Please ignore the pieces of chewed up paper towel.  That is not the point. Ahem.)


Here is a picture of me enjoying my giant hunk of ice.  It is so delicious.  Please note the look of extreme concentration on my face. When I am enjoying a hunk of ice, I have to keep my wits about me because a certain grey someone likes ice, too.  Not to eat, but to whap around.  Which, in my opinion, is a true waste of a good cube. But anyway, he will try to get my cube and it's never pretty.  Luckily, last night, Mom had my back.  She held him off (sustaining multiple scratches on her neck and chest) until I finished my ice.

And finally, for all of you who were oooohing and aaaaahing and squeeing over THIS - CHECK THIS OUT:

Yes, a giant scratch on my nose.  From that certain grey someone. He's not as sweet as you have been led to believe.  Just sayin'.

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 & Tazo Tuesday

Mom's still sicky, so she went into the archives for today.  Here's one of her favorite pictures of me and Tazo.  Here we were trying to watch TV, but someone was using that annoying flashy box. hehe

Then she found this picture and thought it was a perfect one to show exactly where she gives me my smoochie kisses every day.  I'm not quite sure there's anything less manly than hot pink lips between your froot bats, but I'm gonna cut her some slack.  Just because she's sick.

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.

Froot Bat Friday

 

Well, Mom ran out of time last night, so I didn't have to go through the horror of a treat-less photoshoot.  Nor did I have to hear "gimme some frooooot baaaaaat."  She was plunking around in the archives and ran across this picture.  It's one of her favorites.  Sorry it's a repeat, but check out the pinkness of my ears!  

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Gotcha'd!!! and Wintery Wednesday

Today is my 9th Gotcha-versary. Here's the picture that started it all. hehe 

Mom and Dad saw this picture of me and fell in love. Once they actually met me, it was all over for 'em. There is no resisting my delicious, pink ears. hehe We've gotten some new furriends since we blogged about my whole Gotcha'd "event," so you can read about my first few days HERE.  Mom doesn't really like to think about the first couple of days, but whenever she does, I get lots of extra hugs and scritches. 


In other news, check this out:

WE HAVE SNOW! WE HAVE SNOW! WE HAVE SNOW!

Mom and I played outside for a little bit last night.  Then I got too "wild" (*her* word) and she was afraid my neck would get hurty again, so we had to go inside.  She said we can play a little tonight when she gets home.  I'm not gonna tell her that I'm gonna play this afternoon when Dad's shoveling. hehehe

Froot Bat Friday

She said it.  The whole "Gimme some froooooot baaaaat."  It had been weeks since she put me through that.  I thought she forgot.  I was wrong.  She also "forgot" my treat.  So I "forgot" to give her the whole froot bat experience.

Hahahahahahahahahaha...

Happy Friday, everybuddy!

Wondering on Wednesday

Does this come in blue?  I look much better in blue.  And can you get it in like an XXL or XXXL?  If that dawg on the box wears a medium, I might be out of luck.  I love how it says it keeps you warm and your paws free.  Very convenient!

Titus on Tuesday

Here is a picture of me trying to defend my squeaky gingerbread house against some chompy grey teeth.  It was no fun.  He's already taken my leopard-print squeaky bone and my white squeaky teddy bear.  How many more of my toys is he going to swipe? 

Froot Bat Friday

First, to take care of a little housekeeping-type bizness, we enabled comment moderation for everything.  We're sorry - the spammers gotted us and Mom can't stand word verification, so she's taking care of it Old School style.  We, The Furry Kids, are kinda happy about it though, because it means she checks our email a lot more frequently.  She has caused us to miss out on some cool notes from our furriends in the past by not checking our email enough. Duhr.

On to the froot bats:

One picture, two treats, no "gimme some frooooooot baaaaat."

In other news (and we think this is the most important part of our post today), our hearts are heavy, Our furriend (and my froot bat mentor), Prinnie, went to the Bridge yesterday.  Rest in peace, Prinnie.  You are much loved and missed.  To your mom and dad and sisters and Pierro, we send quiet purrs and white dawg hugs.  Doesn't she have the best.froot.bats.ever?

(Sort of) Wordless Wednesday

Mom says this is why she doesn't pay us in treats for our photoshoots. It got *real* wild there for a minute. hehe

Froot Bat Friday

No treats, no froot bat, Mom. You want froot bats? Then pony up with some treats.
Not five minutes after my photoshoot ended (with no froot bat action, of course), Mom put away the flashy box and the froot bats came out. hehe

Froot Bat Friday: The On Strike Edition

No treats. No froot bats. 'Nuff said.

In other news, last night Mom called EG a "floofy, grey baby." hehehehehe He gave her the stink eye. If I was her, I'd sleep with one eye open tonight.

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Froot Bat Friday

• Two pictures
• Two treats
• No "gimme some frooooot baaaaaat"

I think she might be mellowing out.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wiped Out Wednesday

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This is me yesterday morning. Mom covered me up and I took a nice snooze. It was pretty comfy.

Froot Bat Friday

These are my treats. I got two this week. However, calling them treats is kind of a stretch. If you're going to get all technical about it, they are pieces of kibble. And kibble is not the same as treats.



And now, for the froot bats. She didn't say that annoying phrase, and she just snapped one quick picture. I can deal with this kind of photo shoot. All I had to do was put up with a smooch between the old froot bats and she left me alone.


Happy Weekend, everybuddy! Here's to hoping that maybe Hurl Grey will go out trick or treating and not come back. He's been exceptionally chompy on my delicious, dawg ankles this week. :sigh:

Thinking for Thursday

I am thinking that this guy needs to not be eating our pumpykins and making a huge mess on our porch. Dad bought one for each of us and this guy has been chomping on them. We are not happy. But then again, it does make for good cat/dawg tv.



Mom thinks that this double-sided tape/foil combo will work to keep the twins from playing around behind the TV. I think it's nice that she has that dream. hehe

Tazo and Titus on Tuesday

Mama thinks Titus looks a little more relaxed in this picture. As opposed to THIS. hee hee

Mancat Monday

The Speechless The Mom Edition