Another one bites the dust

They could at least make this somewhat more challenging.

I obliterated another "indestructable" toy last week. This one took about 3 play sessions before I found a weak spot in the seam. I had the stuffing strewn all over the lawn. You should have seen the look on Dad's face when he caught me.....it was a classic. Here's a video of the aftermath.




Oh and I also managed to shred another pair of Mom's underwear this weekend. I laughed so hard I nearly threw up. My face looked something like this....



It's the same face I give Miles when his back is turned.

Urban Bedtime Stories

Here's a photo of Dad and I reading the Urban Times as Mack (the cat) looks on in disbelief. Yeah, that's right Mack....I can read! What can you do besides bury your own poop? Huh? That's right, NOTHING!


 

Indestructible? No. Delicious? You bet.

We're Screwed

Would you look at that.... Miles and Mack sharing the same space. What a sellout.

I think this means that we're headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.

King "Bubby" Miles

I rule. Seriously. I own this house. I may look like I just stepped off the short bus, but I've got these people exactly where I want them. With a face like this, I always get what I want. I mean honestly, can you say no to this? I doubt it.

One day, a few weeks ago, dad was making himself a sandwich. I offered to split it with him. He refused. Wrong answer. You see, I don't take no for an answer. Especially when it comes to sandwiches. So when he briefly stepped away to put the mayonaise back, I jumped up and took half of his sandwich for him. Ha ha.....like I said. I own this house.

And ladies, I'm available. Although mom and dad took my manhood so unfortunately I can't give you any babies. But that's cool cause I ain't got no time for no babies.

Princess Ella

Look how beautiful I am. Honestly, I am really this good looking. Some dogs will go through their whole lives without looking this good. Luckily for me, looking this cute happens to be my specialty. I've also got the "innocent" look down pretty good too.

"Soiling" Yourself at the Expense of Others

Ella and I recently found a new hobby. On rainy days, we like to INSIST that we go outside to play in the backyard. Reluctantly, they always let us out.

To our advantage, we've noticed that our parents have a tremendous fear that if they don't let us out when we ring the bell, we'll retaliate by pooping and peeing all over the house. (We've done it before)

But playing in the mud isn't the goal. The goal is to play in the mud AND try to slalom past the parents when they stupidly allow you to come back in the house after you've "soiled" yourself.

My signature move is to run past them, make a few circles on the new carpet, and then leap onto the couch.

They should make an Olympic sport out of this. I'd easily bring home the gold.

Mmmm....Sauder!

Dad found my teethmarks on the entertainment center yesterday. I tried to blame it on Miles, but that's like trying to blame WW2 on Mother Theresa. There's no way they're going to believe he did it. That dog can apparently do nothing wrong.

My efforts at teaching him aggression have apparently worked out in my favor. The other day Miles nearly took Dad's hand off when he made the mistake of holding a hamburger bun too low to the ground. Ha ha, sweet revenge!

One of these days, I'll find my bus ticket out of this dump.

Ow, my leg, or my butt.

For some reason my hind quarters are a little sore today. It's really hampered my abilities to chase Mack (the cat). He likes to jump up on furniture because he knows that I don't have much of a vertical leap. I just hang out with Dad until he hits the floor. Then it's on.