Darn right you make me a fire on my birthday.  Weenie roast!

it appears you have dropped a lemon drop.



I found it. In my mouth.

Since The One Who Feeds Me went as Sarah Palin for Halloween, what did I go as?





Her elephant. Ha ha ha.

I found out today that I was featured on The One Who Feeds Me favoritest store blog, Shop at Moxie.  Apparently this entry was posted at the end of last month and The One Who Feeds Me just alerted me to its presence yesterday.  I am totally going to barf up today's dinner for that.

But I digress.  The One Who Yells is always coming home from Moxie with things like this, or this, or this... and now, by invitation, I get to come along next time!

I am totally going to lick Megan Morrison's ear.  

I do NOT care for this clothesline!

I am speechless.

From blog photos

From blog photos

But not motionless. I am going to eat her new shoes tonight.

The One Who Yells took my brother and I to the groomers. Look at what they did to me.



Here I am plotting my revenge:

Today, the One Who Feeds Me was studying. She got up to take a study break, leaving her cupcake behind.



What? I was just saving her calories by removing the icing.



Ok, well maybe I enjoyed it a little.

Unicorns must die!

Vanessa can come over any day.

I gave him a parting kiss so I knew he wouldn't forget me.

The One Who Yells couldn't do the March for Babies walk with The One Who Feeds Me on Team Hailey this weekend, so I filled in.

I, the 9 lb doxie, walked all the way until mile 3.5, and then I was rightly carried the rest of the way. I would have made the entire walk if I didn't spend the first mile pulling like a sled dog trying to get to that dog in front of me. (I didn't like the way it looked at me)

I spent the next two days sleeping, and protesting, but ultimately letting The One Who Feeds Me put Bag Balm on my paws.

It sucked.



Some would say its impossible to wag your tail and simultaneously have it tucked between your legs in fear. I prove them wrong.

It sucked.

Look! The One Who Feeds Me fed me!



Too bad these bone shaped pieces taste like poo

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She entered me in the Humane Society's Spay Day Pet Competition... and said my name is ADOBO.

WRONGOLA!

(PS - vote for me! http://www.spaydayusa.org/rate.html, search Adobo... WHICH IS NOT MY NAME!)

World, I have graced you for three years.

You are welcome.

I didn't think it was possible, but I am prettier with wings!!!