Work

I know everyone always complains about work, I don't know why though. Mom knows I don't like it when she leaves me, I want to be with her all the time. Anyway, she's been letting me come to work with her! It's awesome; I get to be with her all day. Sometimes we go outside so I can go potty and run around.

Sometimes I just lay on my blanket by her desk. 

She says she likes having me there too so she can hug me any time she wants. Some of her coworkers really like me to. They come visit me at mom's desk a lot. Sometimes I wander around the building and visit them too. 

The Monkey

Mom got me a monkey for Valentine's Day. 

I chewed on his leg.

A fight ensued.

It got a little messy.

My paws are clean.... 

Rollin' Around

I love to roll around.  It just feels so amazing to throw myself on the ground and thrash around. In the summer, fresh cut grass is the best place. Really any grass will do, but it's better if it was just mowed.  The very best is when there are a ton of grass clippings and they all stick to me. Then mom says I'm a mess and she won't let me inside until after she brushes me off. This time of year there isn't any good grass to roll in. I have to settle for carpet. Mom loves to take pictures of me. She likes the way the floppy skin on my face looks and how my ears flop around. She thinks it's really funny.  I think it's super fun!

                                     

        

        

                                    

                                    

More quilting

Mom did more of that stupid quilting thing this weekend.  I don't like it one bit.  I layed on the couch all by myself looking sad and pitiful the whole time.  

Actually, when she went into the bedroom to do the actual sewing, I layed on the bed.....still looking pitiful.  

Cheddar was allowed to lay on the fabric again. He didn't get to snuggle mom, and if he got too close, I got up and chased him away, but while he layed on the soft and cozy fleece, I was on the boring couch.  

I'm not sure if you can tell, but my life is pretty rough.....

Don't step on pins!

Mom was sitting on the living room floor doing something she calls "pinning" the pieces of fabric.  She puts these little things into the squares to hold them together.  Then she uses the machine, and then takes the "pins" out.  I don't quite understand what's happening, but when she's done with all that, the squares are attached to each other.  That's not important anyway.  Like I said, mom was sitting in the floor with a container of those little things she calls pins.  She was leaning against the couch and had the container of pins beside her. I went and jumped up on the couch, because I'm not allowed to snuggle when she works on the quilt.  I stepped on her container of pins (sometimes I'm not good at knowing where my feet are). Mom yelled at me like I did something wrong, I don't know why.  I always lay on the couch.  I yipped like a little puppy and just layed on the couch.  I don't know why mom was so upset, it was my foot that got hurt.  Mom wouldn't leave me alone though. She pulled each of my feet out from under me to look at them. I had three pins stuck to the foot that must have stepped on her container of pins.  She pulled them out.  That hurt a little but then my foot started to feel better.  I don't like those pins, mom shouldn't keep mean things like that around the house. What happens if they try to hurt me again?

The cat

Mom loves the cat more than me. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. So I live with this cat. I don't know if I've mentioned him before. I should, we hang out a lot. He's not as fun as mom though. Anyway, mom loves him more than she loves me. His name is Cheddar. Yes, we know we're both named after food. Well I guess I'm a drink, but that's not important. What is important is that I'm not allowed to touch that stupid quilt stuff mom is doing, but the cat is.  

Look:

And then later...

He didn't like having his picture taken though, teehee!

Mom hates sprints

Mom is a distance runner, like crazy distance. She ran a marathon a couple months ago. That's 26.2 miles. She ran for four hours straight. CRAZY! Anyway, I don't get to run with her because I get distracted and end up with bloody paws. The longest run I've ever been on was 2 miles and the pavement wore a hole in one of my pads. Mom also thinks it's frustrating when I stop to smell things and pee on them. I've got to read the news and mark my space. The world is my space and I like to mark it every 10-15 feet. Don't judge, so what if I'm a little territorial.  Anyway, between my "laziness," "easily distracted nature," and "delicate feet," mom doesn't take me running much.  Don't get me wrong, I love to run, AFTER I've smelled everything. 

When mom came home yesterday she said I was too bouncy. I like it when she says I'm too bouncy because it means something fun is coming. She didn't want to go for a walk because she said she needed exercise too, so we went to the park and mom did sprints.  She doesn't like sprints. She says anything under a 5K isn't worth running. Oh well, I like sprints. It means you run really fast and then stop to smell everything and have hugs.  I think sprints are pretty awesome. 

I was having so much fun I didn't even notice when I broke one of my back toe nails. When mom saw the blood all over my foot she said we had to go home. I didn't understand why. When we got home, she fed me and then the cat.  Then she noticed that I was leaving bloody footprints.  Mom went and got a sock and put it on my foot. The linoleum in the kitchen is already a little slippery, but with that sock, oh man was it scary.  My foot kept trying to slide away from me. Then the sock kept falling off, and mom had to keep putting it on, which I didn't like at all. I tried laying on my foot, but mom made me get up. Finally she put a rubber and on my leg to keep the sock up. At least then she stopped messing with it. Before bed she took the sock off. I didn't let her look at my foot much, but she got most of the blood off and said it didn't look too bad. She said we need to clip my other nails though. I don't like that one bit. Hopefully we go do more sprints soon!

                                   

Quilting is stupid

Mom was working on a new quilt for our bed yesterday. I don't exactly know what a quilt is, but it sounded like fun. Turns out, it's not! Fleece is my favorite!  I love fleece. It's super cozy to snuggle into. It's soft in my mouth. It keeps me warm at night. Mom has lots of fleece around because she's always cold, and the cat and I love it too. Anyway, she layed this big piece of fleece out on the living room floor, so I obviously thought it was there for me to lay on. Apparently not. Mom kept making me move so she could cut it into smaller pieces. What the heck is the point of that? Those pieces are too small to lay under. I don't understand what she was thinking. First she cut it into long strips, then into squares. What does anyone want a bunch of squares of fleece for? After she cut the fabric into pieces, she started pinning them and sewing them back together. Ya, she cut it into pieces, then started to put it back together. Mom must be crazy. It was perfectly snuggly, and soft, and wonderful to begin with. I don't know what she is up to. The worst part is that she wasn't even snuggling with me.  She was home most of the day, and was distracted cutting and sewing, silliest thing ever. I guess I don't like quilting much. I want to snuggle under the soft fleece with mom, and skip all the pointlessness of cutting it up and putting it back together. It's not even anywhere close to done yet; it's going to take forever. So much for quilting being fun. Silly mom.