First of all, I'd like to give a big shout-out to my Buddy Franklin, who told me it was okay to take over Mom's Blog.
This is only my second-ever post on Mom's Blog, and I wanted to tell you that it's my doggieversary! Well, sort of. It's my unofficial birthday!
Well, yesterday was.
My forever family adopted me 11 years ago (yesterday) and I was about two years old at the time, which makes me...um...13! Ish!
The reason I didn't get to post this yesterday is because Mom was hogging The Blog. She keeps talking about something to do with how the "Homeys Talk" or something like that. And she says if you missed yesterday's post, and if you think she's as funny as SHE thinks she is, you should "Def go check it out."
She keeps telling me I'm going "Def," but I don't understand what "can't hear shit" has to do with visiting yesterday's post.
Maybe I heard her wrong.
I love my family and they love me oodles and doodles. Mom says she has more pictures of me than she does of her human kids. By like a thousand percent.
So, in honor of my doggieversary, here are a bunch of pictures of me. And Mom didn't pose me in any of them. I'm just a goofy dog and I like to cuddle up with things, and snuggle into things, and have my tongue hang out because I don't have any teeth.
Mom and Dad always say I'm "ate up with cute." That sounds like bad grammar to me, but what do I know? (What a wino?)
Mom and Dad (and Emma!) think I'm just the sweetest thing in the whole world, and I'd have to agree.
I'm so fluffy!!
I don't remember much about the people who had me for my first two years, but Mom and Dad must know something about them because they always call them Stupid Dumb-Asses for giving me up.
I'm glad they did because now I get meatloaf for first breakfast and eggs for second breakfast.
I like snuggling in Mom's coat and being camel-flazhed.
Sometimes I like to sit at the bar and see if someone will bring me a drink.
And sometimes I cheat when playing Cards Against Humanity.
Mostly I like to snuggle. I got really comfy in this afghan. Mom cracked up at my nose. She called me Hannibal and I don't get it.
This was Mom's sham pillow from the old house. It had a built-in snugglie and I really liked it.
Emma's duck was my bestie for a while. Mom says you're going to think she posed me this way, but I did all these things all by myself.
But sometimes I just like to feel pretty, so I wear feathers.
But this is my new favorite place to nap. Mom and Dad call it my Dogloo.
Thanks for visiting me today on my LATE doggieversary!!