Kissmas, Kenya, and Cookies

So, I know its been a while since I blogged. Here is my only explanation...

NOTHING interesting has happened in my life AT ALL! I have been sitting my fat butt on the sofa watching TV and chewing bones, and that's nothing to write home about, my friends.

Mom and M.G. have been so busy doing all their piddly little human things, that my social life has been put on the backburner for now so I can keep an eye on them and make sure they don't have a seizure or something from all the craziness.

First mom was busy making all of these shiny things. For weeks, all she did was take one shiny rock or crystal or bead, and then attach it to another shiny rock, crystal, or bead. And that's all she did. All night long. For DAYS!

We got no long walkies. We got no playtime. We got no car rides. We got nothin'.

My friend Billy came over while mom was making her shiny things, and then they put them on our heads like little tiaras or something.

Mom and Billy's mom Morgan were highly amused. We, however, were not.

Here is Billy, unamused.

She finally stopped making all the shiny things two weeks ago, so I was excited to have our life back to normal. But then all she could focus on after that was something about Nakuru, Kenya, Africa. And so for days, she's been all "Oh, blah blah blah Nakuru, Kenya, Africa" this and "Yada yada Nakuru, Kenya, Africa yada yada" that. She keeps talking about packing, so I'm assuming this means we are going somewhere. Yay! I love trips! It's about time...I've been ingnored for too long!

So when mom isn't blah-blah-blahing about Nakuru, Kenya, Africa then she is yada-yada-yadaing about Kissmas. She kept talking about how she has to get home and rap. Then something would come up, and she couldn't rap. Then she would plan to rap again, but then something else would come up. I don't know why she is so stressed about rapping...I thought my mom liked folk music best. I guess she changed her mind, because she is really into this whole rap thing now.

And when she isn't rapping, she's talking about presents (lots for me, I hope), and food (again, lots for me, I hope), and cleaning (certainly not of me, I hope). But she isn't talking about kissing much at all for Kissmas. I love kisses! But mom doesn't seem to stressed about it, so I guess she is expecting lots of kisses on Kissmas and doesn't feel the need to stress over it.

Also, lots of talk about Kenley and Dave coming. Kenley is mom's sister...they were pups together. And Dave is her mate. Which means they agreed to only hump eachother for the rest of their lives, and no one else. And boy, them must like to hump A LOT, because they already had one pup, and now they are going to have another one!

And if Kenley and Dave are coming, that means they are bringing my cousin, Pig. Pig is a French Bulldog, with wicked nasty farts, and a penchant for humping mom's arm. Even after they got his jingle-balls removed, he still likes to hump her. Gross.

And if Kenley and Dave are coming, they are bringing their pup, Harper. And mom is very excited about that, since this is the pup's first Kissmas.

So, I guess I can report back later on about my fabulous upcoming trip to Nakuru, Kenya, Africa and about how Kissmas goes. And if you think about it, get my mom some good rap cd's for Kissmas.

- Wicket the Dog

Meat is murder!!!! (Delicious, delicious murder)

So, turns out that the "bird" that mom and M.G. brought home for us wasn't a new family member at all....it was FOOD!!!

At first I was horrified. Then things started to smell muy delicioso en la cocina, so I got over the murder-aspect very quickly.

This is me, supervising in the kitchen.

There was a lot of cooking going on all day, so between the hullaballoo in the kitchen and all the smells tickling my nose, I didn't get to nap at all during the day like I'm used to.

Mom made these pictures of all of the humans and the dogs photoshopped as turkeys. They thought it was hysterical, but I didn't quite get it. I mean, I'm an Ewok....not a turkey! Mom is kind of a dork, but she saved me from a life of eternal pregnancy, so I let it slide.



<---Billy, who is pretty cool

Finally, everybody sat down and ate. And then ate some more. And then ate even more. And I didn't get ANYTHING! (Well, M.G. snuck me a fingertip of gravy from the table, but that was it!! Just a teaser, if you ask me!)

There were 6 humans (Matt, Morgan, Wade, Rebecca, M.G., and mom) and 6 dogs. Man, there was butt-sniffing going on alllll night! But no one tried to hump me, so it was all good. My usual friends were there (Jane, Billy, and Roxie) and of course my old man Chuck was there. But a new dog was there on Thanksgiving. Wade (Morgan's mate) brought over his dog, Rufus.

Charlie, my smelly ole' man----->

Boy, I had never seen anything like this Rufus before in my life!! He had legs that went for miles. I could walk right under him and not even bump him! And he had such a regal nose. My mom told me he is a Blue Tick Hound, but I don't know what she meant by that, since he wasn't blue, and didn't have any ticks at all.

<----Jane, who is pretty much a nervous wreck all the time

I was one smitten kitten.

I hope Rufus comes around more often. I dig his vibe.

Everyone kept talking about this Tip-Toe-Fan, and how it made them soooo sleepy. Now, I'm all for tiptoeing, especially when I'm trying to sneak up on a turkey platter, but I've never tiptoed enough that it made me pass out on the sofa like they did. They kept blaming it on the Tip-Toe-Fan, but I think they were all just tired from cooking food for 5 hours and then shoving it all in their faces within 20 minutes.

We had dessert at my house, and M.G. thought it would be funny to put whipped cream on all the dogs' noses and see if we could lick it off.

Roxie, who really likes to dump in my yard------>

<------C'est Moi, of course!

Billy got it stuck in his mane, Charlie was too dumb to even care what was going on, but Rufus...Rufus had a giant glob of whipped cream stuck right on his big, sexy nose, and his tongue kept lapping out of his mouth to get it off. Mmmmmmmm. I think I drooled a little bit just watching him.

I tried to entice Rufus back into my boudoir, but his humans left pretty soon, so I ended up going to bed alone. Oh well, maybe next time, mon cher.

All in all, Thanksgiving was pretty fun. The humans stuck around at home all day, which is always nice. There was lots of food, which is a plus. And napping, which I never, ever complain about. Ever.

--Wicket

It's all about me!

Welcome to my world! I'm Wicket, a Pekinese/Poodle/Ewok mix. But I don't like the term "mix" or "mut". I prefer "hybrid". It sounds much more sophisticated, don't you think?

This is me, and a picture of my name-sake from the Star Wars movie!

My mom rescued me from a puppy mill, and basically all we did there was hump, hump, sleep, and hump some more. I'll love her forever for getting me out of there! She found me on petfinder.com, and the way she tells it, she fell in love with me instantly.

Here's a picture of mom and me (in our matching t-shirts, of course!)...

Mom and I live together, but it's not just us. We share our house with M.G. (which stands for My Grammie, or Mean Grammie, depending on the day) and Charlie, an old Poodle who has really nasty bad breath.

My kingdom has been in total upheaval these past few days. Mom and M.G. keep talking about this "Thanksgiving", and how they have to scurry around to get ready for it. I'm not really sure what they are talking about, but I've seen A LOT of grocery bags coming into the house, and they said they even got a bird! I don't know why they need a bird, since we have lots of them in the back yard that M.G. is always yelling at.

So mom and M.G. have been all fired up about this "Thanksgiving" thing, and telling me we're going to go over to our neighbors house for it. I have no idea what I'm in store for, but I'm hoping lots of napping will be involved. Ohhhh, I just love to nap.

I'll let you know how this "Thanksgiving" goes down, and what this new bird in our house will be like on my next post. Stay tuned! (I have nothing to do during the day while mom and M.G. are at work, so I've decided to make this my new hobby to pass the time.)

- Wicket,