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The crazy bitch down the street (I’m not being insulting, she’s crazy and she is indeed a bitch) still stalks me. God, you sniff a chicks’ butt ONCE and they think you’re married. I just play dead whenever I see her now. I don’t think she falls for it though.

In general, there are lots of goings on now that the weather is warmer. With my badge back on my collar, I’ve reinstated myself as Town Sheriff/Mayor and therefore have to sit on the back of the couch and watch out the front window to keep an eye on things.

I’ve also been running around the backyard a lot more, and getting more exercise. Did I mention my doctor told me I was slightly overweight? Yeah. I was miffed to say the least. I was NOT overweight. I am big boned. I’m part Staffordshire Bull Terrier, for Milkbones’ sake. Have you seen a Staffie lately? They’re like brick walls! Humph. Overweight. Although I’m also part Lab, and they tell me Labs can lean towards being on the heavy side because they like to eat. *sigh* Anyway.. people have been telling me I’ve lost weight, so hopefully I have. I’ve also been eating diet dry food, by Nutro. It’s pretty good actually. And mom & dad still mix some Halo Spot’s Stew in with it so I’m happy.

That’s about it for now… I’ll be back soon, loyal readers.

FINALLY… it’s warm out! I can go to the dog park, play in the yard, and best of all… relax on my deck. *sigh* Life is good.

And my dad fixed my NYPD shield! So now it’s back on my collar where it belongs. I have to keep these neighborhood ruffians in line, you know. They respect the badge.

Me & my mom in the snow

Waiting for dad to throw a snowball for me to catch!

In case you didn’t know, this past week more than a foot of snow fell here in NY! It was AWESOME! Mom wasn’t too happy about it, but once we started playing in the yard, she had fun. Speaking of which, I got to go out and play in it almost every day! My mom & dad chased me, I chased them, I dug holes (I wanted to make sure the grass was still there underneath!) and they threw snowballs for me to catch. Except… you can’t catch snow. So I just ate them. *shrugs*

I love you, mom & dad. Thanks for picking me, and thanks for being so patient with me through my housetraining, and my chewy phase, and all the other little idiosyncracies (I had to look that word up in the thesaurus) I’ve had. You’re awesome parents.

Now get me a baby sister or brother. It’s lonely here when no one’s home. On that note… there are pupcakes calling my name.

My Aunt Yoyo made my blog her Web Crawler Wednesday site of the week! How exciting. I’m a newbie to the blogging world and I’m already getting all kinds of attention.

Go check out her blog and then buy some stuff from her webstore- she sells awesome stuff!

Psst.. you can’t buy a blanket like mine. Sorry. If you really want one though, contact her and ask… I’m sure she’ll make you one too *wink*

My most favorite toy, my oldest friend, my beloved Kong was taken away.

Well, actually, all three of my Kongs were taken away.

Apparently, you’re not supposed to rip pieces of the rubber off. Unfortunately, if you stuff it with treats, and I can’t get them out by tossing it around, I’m going to chew them out. That’s just common sense.

And that means that dad confiscated my two Kongs. I can smell them in the garbage can. I cried and howled for them, but he told me I couldn’t have it anymore. Then he left, and came home with a brand new one!

OH MY GOD I was so EXCITED. He opened the package, I could smell it!! It was alllll mine and brand new and I could chew it and throw it and it’ll bounce and OH MY GOD I LOVE KONGS. So my dad stuffed it with treats. And I played with it. And nothing came out. So I took it into my bed and layed down and started to rip off the rubber to make the hole bigger, so the treats come out. Duh.

And dad yelled “NO!” and ran over and took it away again. When he took it back to the store, the manager asked him what kind of dog he had, and insinuated that I was a monster of some sort because these things are supposed to be the strongest toys ever. Hmph.

I have a feeling there’ll be no more Kongs for me, since these were the black Extreme Kongs, and they don’t make any stronger ones. And now that I’ve “learned to destroy” them, I can’t have them anymore.

Poop.

Not only that, but a brand new rope chew toy that dad bought me was taken away too. I guess you’re not supposed to tear the rope?

In short… there are now even fewer toys I can have! Damn. Sometimes it sucks being an awesomely strong, incredibly handsome dog. Indestructible my paw, Kong people!

…to spring.

This is one of my mom’s favorite baby pictures of me. I was 5 months here, it was my second day in my house.  Speaking of that, it’s almost my one year anniversary of living here. On January 30th, 2010, I’ll be here one whole year. Wow. Time flies when you’re having fun… it seems like yesterday! Well, not really. But it did go by quickly.

I’d be embarrassed about this picture, but look at how big my paws are. You can just tell I was going to be huge and awesome. I’m 3 times as big now, but I’m still adorable.