Riany Days & War Eagle!!!!!

Mom & Dad,
It's been raining alot here. I mean ALOT. And you know how much I hate "goin' bidness up in da rain", so you can imagine the stress it's been on me me to "get my poop on", etc etc. I'm growing more accustomed to it however, as it has been raining for awhile now.
My new mom lets her boys play in it though, so I obviously have to participate in that! (Where they go... I go! That's the general rule.) Or else I run back-n-forth from the living room window to the dining room window... trying to "catch a glimpse" so I can whimper accordingly until my mom feels the guilt and lets me out.
But the actual point being, my new mom has been associating this rain with me & my feet.
But I totally don't get it... So I always shoot her that look of "Huh???" whenever she addresses the issue and that seems to work just fine....


But even so, here's a mysteriously random photo of some unidentified footprints on the comforter...

"What!??" (Oh wait... that's my innocent look of , "Huh???"


So anyway, getting back to the actual happenings of my life...


I dressed up for y'all cuz Auburn kicks off this weekend!! Woo Hoo!! War Eagle M&D!! Do you like my outfits??




Don't I look so confident and proud? The truth is the hat was terrifying and quite frankly, just plain humiliating. Possibly traumatizing.

And the jersey??? I stood there in that one position for about 2 minutes just looking around for some help. But eventually I hobbled around a bit until my mom freed me... Then I shook wildly and ran up the stairs for escape...





...which led to the dead end of a door. But I patiently waited with high hopes of some kind soul (with no costumes in hand) to open for me so I could retreat to beddie-by time on my "non-puppy-paw-printed bed". (hee hee) Nighty night!

And from me to you: "War Eagle and I love you!!"

Love, Tica

"Chief" Inspector Forfleas

What do I hate more than anything in this world???? That's right... bath time! But I did get one today, much to my chagrin. My foster mom found me hiding (huddled up really close to Elliot in hopes that she wouldn't see me). But she saw me alright, scooped me up, plopped me in the tub, and dumped water on my head. She then said (in an obnoxiously cheerful voice), "Where'd Tica go?!" (Like she didn't know I was standing there with water dripping down my face). She then said that she thought I had been replaced by a skinny greyhound. (She's a strange one, mom & dad... really odd!) Here's the wet greyhound shot...

Now here is a humiliating picture of me with a mustache. My foster mom laughed as she twisted the "stache" into points and asked, "Does your dog bite?" in a bad french accent. She said you would appreciate that, mom. But I just thought it was plain ridiculous.

So I started in with my "pitiful shivering" and it worked! Even though the water was comfortably warm, she fell for it and hurried to get me finished so I wouldn't be "freezing". Then she let me out, dried me off and I proceeded to shake furiously all over the bathroom and the downstairs den. (And then up in the kitchen.) See??

Then I did the "spastic dance" all around the house while my new mom squealed with glee in a high pitched voice, "Aaaaw Tica!! Hers feels so good!!" And feeling as if I was pleasing everyone to the fullest extent (which seems to be what I live for) I ran up the stairs, then down the stairs then up the stairs, then down again. Then I came back up, did a few laps around the upstairs and went back down again. And let me just tell ya... It wore my ass out! So now I'm totally asleep on the sofa as my foster mom ticks away on the keys, turning around every once in awhile to say, "Aaawww, Tica!! Why you love me so much, huh?".

So bath time makes me crazy. You know that, but I thought I'd post a few pics of the event, just as a warm reminder of how lovely I am in everything that I do. Everyone here seemed to get into it... They were all cheering and giving me cookies as I SPAZZED OUT.

Oh, it's so good to be me. Need I say more??

This is me as "a wet rat" (from what I hear.) I think that's rude, as rats are disgusting, but I pose for the pictures when I'm told..

But in the end, everything is worth it because I get "cookies". And I get these when I go potty... do tricks... take baths or get haircuts. And I gotta say, I think you guys jipped me in the "cookie" department. But I don't hold it against you because I love you and I miss you. Plus I think I'm getting fat, but that's another blog...

I hope you are having a great time in Taiwan.

All my love & licks & snuggles,

Tica

A Little of Mom, a Little of Dad

So I've made pretty good friends with the cat. "Cinco de Frio de Mio de Miles" is what they call him. And having been raised by a mom who is fluent in Spanish, I am certain that this makes no good sense at all. However, I'm not one to judge, so I just go along with it.

Miles & I like to sniff each other. Then he rubs all over me which is kind of annoying, but I guess that's what cats do. Annoy me. Oh, er.. I mean rub all over others.


And then, after what I always feel is more than enough "lovey cat play", I cannot resist the urge to challenge him to some"dog play". That would be my dad's influence, being a coach and all.


So he gets that oh-so-annoyed-by-the-stupid-dog look, accompanied by what is known as "airplane ears" around here, and tries desperately to ignore me.

But I'm persistent and typically get my way when it comes to playing with Miles.

And of course, I always win. Oh it's good to be me. "Who's the stupid dog now, huh?"

So "High Five!" to my dad...

And "Cheers!" to my mom!

I miss you both. And can't wait to see you again!!

Love, Tica

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........

"And a Poop Underneath the Pear Tree"

OK.

So I totally pooped in the neighbor's yard today. There a new obsession I have with racing out to chase birds under Mimi's tree, but today I decided to drop a teensy surprise under there while I hunted. It was great.

My new mom however, did not think this was "appropriate behavior". She came out with a triple layer of Wal-Mart bags on her hands whispering, "Tica! No ma'am!" (Which I thought was respectful) "We are not wild animals. We are civilized animals and we only poop in our own yard." And she was kind of tip-toeing as if the neighbors couldn't see her when she walked that way in their yard.

Anyway... the good news is, I still got a cookie when I got inside. Yep... I have a jar of "cookies". I am learning new tricks with them too. I'm such a good dog. And apparently I smell "good-n-stinky, good-n-stinky". Uh... yeah. My new mom squeezes me and smells me and says that to me with her teeth gritted "good-n-stinky, good-n-stinky"all the time. What does this mean? How can you smell good and stinky at the same time? Frankly, (and just between us)... she's a little strange.

I will try to post some video of my new tricks soon... Love you!!

Balls, Bugs & Bedtime for Bonzos!

I've been a very busy pooch lately.










Chewing my ball...









Catching crickets...














Posing for pictures...

And at the end of the day...

I'm just pooped!

Thursday Theatrics

Dear mama & daddy Simpson,

Today I played in the woods alot. Mama Gore thinks it's because it's shady in there and cooler. But I do love going straight into the woods when she takes me out to pee and play. Sometimes when she's calling me to come in, I just peek my head out the bushes and stare at her. She says "no! Tica. Come!" like she doesn't think it's cute. Little does she know I heard her saying later that I looked like E.T. among all the stuffed animals in the movie. So I know she thinks I'm cute! She also said I'm too smart for my britches, which I took as a compliment!

In sad news, this morning I got my first "discipline" since I've been. I was eating Miles' food, and when he tried to join me in the feast, I tried to tear his head off in return. I haven't done that again though. My new mom "took me to the wood shed" so to speak. So I'm assuming that's not a good thing to do... dog-cussing the cat like that.

Anyway, it is starting to storm here, so I am about to snuggle in on my spot on the big bed and watch the rain out the window. I think I'll snooze the afternoon away too, so that I'll be fresh as a daisy when I wake my new mommy up for our midnight game outside.

I hope you guys are doing OK. We were all stoked to catch you on Facebook yesterday, btw!!

All my puppy love...
Tica

Nakedness

Dear mom & dad,

I'm having so much fun living with the Gores. I get fed way more than I should from the table (they have these 3 small humans here that constantly give me scraps!) I sleep with those said little humans and I get lots of love! And best of all... I get the house to myself when they're gone and there's no Rascal here! It's great.

Today was a big day for me. My new mom said she was going to give me a haircut!! I was getting ready to sit for my grueling afternoon of "chop, chop, chop" when she pulled out this buzzing thing and sheered me clear to the skin. I did not like this process at first, and thought I might try to escape. It did not work.

So here I sit. I am shorn. I was ashamed of my nakedness at first. I sat for awhile with awkward eyes, as everyone laughed and said, "Aaaaw!! Tica Lica so tiny and soft!" It was weird. Then my new mom bathed me and I went completely crazy with excitement of how good and cool I felt in my new summer haircut and my cleanliness.

But just when I thought it was all over... she brushed me & cut out my matted hair. I tried (again) to escape, but this woman is good. She did give me lots of treats, though. So that made it all worth it in the end.

And I must say, the end result is very sexy don't you think??

I hope y'all are doing well. I miss you both, but I'm kind of glad I'm not stuck in the Asian projects all day while you teach. But that's just me.

Love you!!

Tica