Now all I need is the flowers to bloom
I have had a major case of the winter blahs! We have had so much snow and I am ready for spring. The weather has been nice but it’s really not spring yet. However, I am a pretty resourceful pup and I have been getting rid of the winter blahs by sunbathing in my own room.
A couple of days ago we had a pretty bad snow storm and it was the perfect chance for me to wear my new “Rock Lobster Coat” that my mom made for me. All my previous coats left something to be desired. So my mom made me a customized coat. The coat I had before was alright except my chest was too big and the velcro kept popping off. The my mom tried to buy me a sweater from the pet store but it wasn’t really warm enough and it was pain to get on and off. So my mom figured she could stop spending all this money and just made me my own coat.
My Rock Lobster Coat features:
Don’t you wish you had a Rock Lobster Coat?
My Great Grandpa passed away last week and I wasn’t able to go to the funeral because dogs aren’t allowed at funerals. It was actually a double funeral there was a Buddhist ceremony and a Catholic ceremony. When my mom came home she put the white headband she wore during the Buddhist ceremony on me to honor my Great Grandpa. Rest in peace, Great Grandpa.
Saturday - The Backyard Full of Snow
It’s been crazy here in Pennsylvania the whole state is under a blanket of snow. Our first snow was on Saturday and then we got more again on Wednesday.
I don't like this wall of snow.
I am not too crazy about the snow since I get cold really easy. Boston Terriers don’t have the insulating layer of fur that most dogs have. But my mom made me this ultra warm jacket which makes it easier to be out in the snow.
Check out our trash can!
I don’t know when I will ever see my backyard again! Where will I run around?
MMm.. tasty snow
Sometimes Mom and Dad need supervision on the best way to shovel the snow. Besides I like my backyard to be a certain way they can’t just throw the snow around willy nilly.
Sleepy Levels are indicated by the Floppiness of the Ear
It’s very chilly out again and I feel I have no other recourse but to sleep.
My mom picks on me when I sleep. She said my toofers are cute. What a weirdo!
I know I haven’t posted in a while. The holidays were pretty hectic and I was sick a lot. I also realized that I haven’t posted because I haven’t been doing anything! There are no play groups and it’s too cold to go outside. I stay in most of the time and just sleep. However, it’s time to spice things up so I am going to get my sleepy butt in gear and start posting more. They may just be pictures of me sleeping but that is still cute right? Stay tuned for more posty goodness!
Why can't I carry this dang thing in my mouth?!?
At one of the Boston Terrier Meetups another Boston suggested I get myself one of these big balls to play with in my backyard. It sounded like a good idea at first but when I actually got one home it seemed more scary than fun. I haven’t played with this scary ball all summer. So now in the middle of fall, I have finally found enough courage to begin to play with this gigantic ball. It was a lot of fun. My mom also wanted me to note that the picture doesn’t really capture exactly how dirty I got playing. It is very tiring. Now I know why people use these things to workout.
Are you coming or what?
Most people don’t know this but leaves saved my life. When I was at A1 K9 Rescue with my prolapsed rectum it was pretty bad. Rescues have to make some hard choices. They have to decide things like how far do you go to save a dog’s life? In my case, I was probably teetering on the edge of that line. But my rescue Mom made the call to save me. She said when she took me to the vet with my prolapsed rectum as I walked in I was playing in the leaves at the vet’s office. Meanwhile essentially my butthole was hanging on the outside of my body. That is the moment when you know life hasn’t got you beat! In the words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around, you might miss it.”
So my yard is full of leaves and I have been really enjoying myself in the backyard. I chomp on them. I run around in them. Whatever.
The weekends are the best days of the week. My Mom and Dad are usually home all weekend hanging out with me. This weekend stank worse than one of my farts after eating some cheese. Saturday was the worst. My day started out with my mom putting one of her shirts on me and laughing at me while I tried to get it off. There is documentation of the abuse see below.
This shirt stinks!
After my Mom was done laughing at my expense. She left with my Dad to get a carpet cleaner. They spent all day moving all my stuff around in the house, running this loud machine and taking my stank out of the house. I mean that just isn’t right. It took them all day but they finally finished late at night. It was quite a stressful experience and I felt I needed to unwind.
R & R = Recovery & Rehabilitation (from a stinky Saturday)
Where's the happy face?
My mom placed a few happy face stickers on my head in the last post and some how they managed to find their way on to my tags. The humiliation just never ends. I can say at least these stickers convey my favorite mood. Even if those stickers have been placed on my against my will.
