I was havin' my after dinner nap when daddy came and waked me up and picked me up and put me in front of a big buggie! I was a bit miffed by being waked up and lifted from my slumber, but once I saw the buggie I snapped into action. Momma was hoppin about and making high pitched eek noises and telling daddy to get the buggie, but he said that I would take care of it. I pounced on the buggie, but it was slippery and smooth, it slipped away, but I caught up with it. I pawed at it and had a taste. I brought it into my room and that's when mom really started freaking out. She really hates these buggies and was telling daddy to please rescue her from the buggie. Daddy said that I was working on it. He knows I'm a good bug catcher! I got it and pawed it and then Daddy took it away. I think cos mom was still scared of the buggie. I stayed watch for a little while in case any more buggies appeared, but momma said I was a good girl and did a good job. I don't have any photos of the buggie, but I'm sure you can guess what it is. We have a lot of them in Texas. Momma says they are just yucky and hates it when they show up in the house. I'm pooped by all the buggie chasing, it's time for a good bath and a nap...zzzzzzzzzzzz
I'm getting used to it
So I'm getting used to postin'. I have to admit I was feeling shy, but when I thought about it, I decided, "why not?" I'm an interesting poodin with interesting tales. Like the other day, I saw that daddy had opened the door to The Closet Under the Stairs so of course I went to 'vestigate. There were all sorts of amazing smells in there and so many boxes to rub against. Daddy was vestigating a box of his own. Then he stopped. Closed the door and switched off the light. He didn't know that I had gone in there to 'vestigate with him! So I 'vestigated some more in the dark, which is not that dark for a poodin. And then I waited by the door. Finally, it seemed like forever, mom opened the door and I ran out. She was looking for me because she hadn't seen me. She went to have a bath and I usually sit with her while she has her baths. So when she was done she was looking around for me. She said she had mommasense and knew I was in the closet. Isn't that great! I'm glad I have such a sensitive momma!
Timmy made me do it
Yes, it's true. I had to start my own blog a'cause of Timmy
. I'm just testing right now, a'cause I'm new at this and suddenly feeling very kittish. Let me gather my thoughts for a while.