Day 903: The Goose Is Evidently Gettin Fat!!!

It has been a VERY busy hustle and bustle week. And as the CHS (Chief Household Supervisor) around here, my "eye" is on overtime on a counta there has been so much to keep it on! It's been real fun... but the downside is that I haven't had a lot of time to blog...

I should probably start by tellin you that I am feelin much better. We are still tryin to find the balance in the 'wetness' of my food... I prefer it more dry than wet, but I also like soft food to go wif it. Perhaps I've just gotten spoiled wif all the pumpkin I've been gettin... I'm not ready to divulge. I prefer, instead, to keep the Mom guessin how to feed me, on a counta that is SUCH fun!!!

[FYI: My appetite is as strong as ever, but my comfort varies from day to day. I'm told that it most likely will return to normal. In the grand scheme of fings... It's not that big of a deal, but more just some fing for the Mom to fret over... as she is the CHF (Fretter)! The big issue is to find the balance of quality, holistic foods that achieve my desired results... AND feel good goin down my pie hole! Just sayin. 

Mmmmm... Pie!!! But I digress...

Amidst the flurry of furniture re-arrangement, the emptyin of boxes and the tissue paper rattlin... My nose on the little doo-dads is appreciated only so much, so I call an audible... And me and the Bleu lay low to figure out exactly what is goin on here...

I have been a very good boy and also tolerant of the Mom who is singin about a goose that is puttin on poundage. What exactly said goose's weight has to do wif an old man's hat, I am not entirely sure... But clearly this is a very important clue as to the disorder that is our Family Room right now...


My duty, as CHS, is to observe the activity and show appreciation for the singin... and to ensure that the Bleu respects [like he would touch em wif a ten foot pole] the fragile nature of all the little golden retriever and other doggy ornaments who wait in peace... on the coffee table.

There's not much room around the tree, so I've gotta give the tree trimmer space...
Just look, here she is as a blank canvas.

My first ornament this year is special: 

Given to me by my the Aunt Dav, this is a special ornament designed by Carrington, of Midland, Texas... for the Children's Art Project!!!

Flash Forward and Wah-Lah! My the Mom announced that OUR tree... Me and The Bleu's Tree... is the only tree that she's 'puttin up' this year. I like the other tree on a counta its whimsy, but I like the Mom's attention to the me us more. Just sayin.

And mine and the Bleu's and also the Mom's and the Comet's stockins are hung in the Family Room wif care... in hopes that the Fat Man will fill em up wif the good stuffs!

Left to right: Comet's stockin, My the Mom's stockin... [made by her Mom, my the grandmom... and is as old as she is]... Mine and the Bleu's [or the Bleu's and Mine, I forget]!

And now, Happy Holidays from the Sweet Bleu!

Peace from the East is the Big Boy...

Peace from the Norf... is the Sweet Boy Luke.

And Christmas Dreams, I am dreamin...
And Christmas Wishes, I am wishin...

To the You and all of the Yours!!!

Merry, Merry Christmas... to YOU ALL!!!

Day 881: Happy Wednesday Wif Some Surveyin and Hint of Hoardin!

I am all ways so excited when my the Mom comes home... mostly on a counta I love her so much, and less (but substantial still) to do wif how much I like to be outside surveyin my territory, monitorin my perimeter and the whatnot!

 

Really and truly, it is in that order... I am a Smart Sweet Boy and will not change my story on a counta it is the troof.

Love my the Mom, first. 

Need her to help me do ever fing I want to do plus serve the dinner foods, second frew seventy-fif. 

Just sayin.

Here is how I look when I am still surveyin... but my belly is touchin my backbone! 

I look at this pitcher and see 'famished'. My the Mom look at it and see 'Sweet Handsome Boy Chock Full O The Cuteness'. I guess that's why she is THE Mom!

Standard time. It's gettin dark. I've paid a visit to Comet's toy box (under the sofa table, in My Bunker Annex)... twice! First, I came out wif the Lammy bounty. Next, I came out wif the Doggy-Baby-In-A-Robe!

You have no idea what kinda good lovin is goin right here. 

 Right now!

And after yesterday, I know you are all feelin sorry for the Bleu. He is, again, in his favorite spot in the house. Just beyond the doorway is his favorite bone pillow... and off the corner of the bed, you will see just ONE of our toy baskets.

Big Boy play wif the toys at different times than I do. And he much prefer a stick to a stuffy, any day of the week... but since the Mom read Nigel's PSA (over at Life Wif Dogs), the sticks are discouraged BIG TIME.

Caution: Serious lovin goin on!

I had to investigate what the Mom was doin in the kitchen, and as I follow her back... I notice the Bleu's Bleu Birfday Dragon on the Den Floors... and I whisk him too to the big bed!

Surrounded by the lovins, I cannot decide which I love more... And my the Mom take this pitcher to show me and the Bleu artistic renderin in the background... Her Sweet Lovins! 

 Workin it. Very seriously workin it.

And for those of you who track the big frog... He's in there, too! 

I'm not sure what I'll do When the Mom comes to the big bed, it will be time to kick a few babies to the bedroom floors... roll over and give her the belly! I'll give her a few minutes to enjoy the lovin... and then I'll retreat to the floors, too! It's what I do!

Now, Team Luke! I need your foughts, prayers and positive energy for My Dear Friend, The Beautiful K. Please to kick your well wish wishes and healin vibes into overdrive! Love Protocol... Stat!!!

Day 771: Fankful Friday, Christmas In July!

I am fankful and happy today for the skies are clear and sunny and my the Mom got to come home early today. And so I celebrate in the way that comforts me the most...

Wif the good lovin from my (the Comet's) reindeer wif the candies for the feets!

And for the mushy Mom, here I show off the spot where the Angel kissed me...

Sunshine, quiet skies, coupla days home wif the Mom... this is gonna be a geat weekend!

And here's hopin that YOURS is off to the same HAPPY start!

Day 726: Millin Around Tuesday!

... On a counta "we" were too busy to mill around or rather revel in our millins on Monday, because "we" had a deadline today. Whsshhhew. WE are relaxin tonight on a counta "we" do not have a nother deadline till two weeks from today, and that is two weeks a way. Just sayin.

So now I show you what happened while we were sweepin last night! Our night bloomin cereus gave us a big, beautiful bloom!

I fink... in pitchers, she look to me like fireworks. Yep, she kinda do.

I cannot express how special they seem, but they each are... and I hope you do not tire of seein em, on a counta we celebrate each bloom we are lucky enough to experience! And here she is from the side...

And now back to normal 'broadcastin' (ha)... The Mom was home at the usual time this afternoon, and me and the Bleu cannot be happier... wif the seein her, wif the timely dinners, wif the much more routine... 'routine'!

The Bleu is... ornery, still... wifout regard to gratitude for the timely and prompt any fing. It is a condition he has, and I am not the only one who say he have it. Neither is the Mom.

Even the very sweet and kind hearted Aunt Madison who love Big Boy like her own will tell you that the Bleu has got a ornery streak, big time. We all fink it is tied wif his unusual sense of humor and way of amusin heself... but some time the Bleu just play deaf!

He is really not, however, on a counta next minute he all over heself tryin to please you... He also fall for the classic "shakin berry treat bag" routine, as well as just the even very quiet words uttered, yea whispered, from the back door... "b e r r y   t r e a t s"... And the Bleu come a runnin!

As for the me, I make quick rounds of my investigations... and I'm ready to hang wif MY the Mom!

Old gal and I settle in to watch local news and, frankly, to suck some good toy [my bird in foreground; the Daisy skinny skwirrel in mouf; and my baby... aka Comet's "reindeer wif the candies for the feets" to my left]. 

I am comfy, yea relishin the Mom's free time... and I am finkin this has ALL ingredients of a perfect night! Woohooo! Factory demands do not start over again until tomorrow, so tonight we do our OWN fing... blog, vegetate, watch the tv and / or go shnooze blissfully...!

And then the FUNDER do start. And also therefore the FUNERAL MUSIC.

And I am in the BUNKER, scratchin... I'm anxious. The Mom is sad. And at some, most and/or almost all times, life's freakin variables are both unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Funder suck. Just sayin. And I'm out!