"Mud on Your Face...a Big Disgrace"

What?

I have a little something' on my face?



This is me making what my foster mom calls "awkward eyes". So I had a little mud in my beard... who hasn't?
Oh and look at my foster dad's solution to my "midnight jingling". A rubber band. Elegant, don't you think? Nice.


And this is me all snugly & clean (and "leepy & weet" of course)after my bath time.



And for your further entertainment, here's a little video of Elliot & Wilson dancing' all crazy. And as you can see, I don't quite know what to do with all this wildness. But I do enjoy watching...

Close your eyes... Now count to 20!

Did you count to 20? Cause otherwise, from what I understand, if you didn't count all the way to 20, you're disqualified.
But either way, I thought it would be fun to play a little round of hide-n-seek with you from afar....
Can you find me? Cuz I'm hiding.

Well, I've learned a few things about hide-n-seek, as you can see. And I'm pretty darn good at it, if I do say so myself. I'm pretty sure I'll win this round of hiding...

Although, I've not had the best experiences on the other end of the game, as I tend to stand right at the place where the little people are hiding and wag my nub. The finder LOVES ME! But the one hiding always seems ticked off at my excitement to expose the other. Like "it's so horrible for me to be excited for them to be found" or something. I just don't get it! I love finding things. Especially little giggly boys!!! Yee Haw!!! This is my game! (Dad would be so proud!)

In other news, I had my first bonfire at the Gore home. "Uncle Nate Lorenzen" came to town for a couple days, so apparently we burn wood in his honor. (This is my assumption since we haven't done this before since I've been here). Or maybe it's because it's getting chilly at night... which by the way, makes me SPASTIC in the mornings, as you know. Woo freaking Hoo!!! Cool weather makes me go crazy!!!

Movin' on... here's a photo from the bonfire...

It's actually just a picture of my butt, by as I've heard, it's considered "a beautiful butt" in some circles, so I didn't hesitate to put it in my post. I wouldn't want to deny anyone a peek at my good side! :)

I'm having alot of fun here. I hope you're enjoying yourselves in Taiwan! I overheard my foster mom talking about going out for sushi last night and I thought, "Psshhh... whatever. My real mom eats serious authentic sushi in Taiwan. AND she speaks several languages!" But I didn't say that out loud to these people. They think they really have somethin' going on with the sushi thing here in "Alabamer". Hee hee... but that will be just our secret! :)

Anyway.. one more week closer until I get to lick your faces!!! But don't forget how much I actually lick my butt. That surely makes "kisses" less enjoyable, I'm sure. But whatever! I'm a dog... I lick whatever I please! :)

But I do love you. And I miss you lots & lots!

Your "Little Stinker", Tica-Lica

Jumpin, Chewin, Sniffin, Snoozin, & Motor-Boatin too!

Well hello! Did you miss me?

It's been awhile since I've posted, but I sleep ALOT (as you know) so there's little time for rambling on and trying to type with these crazy long black nails that I have buried beneath this unruly Sesame Street monster fur that surround them. Oh, but I do have some new doggy moments to share with you...

The first is a story....

One of my most favorite things to do these days is go pick up the boys from school. I just can't tell you how exciting this is!!! Let me explain... you drive up in a line and inch forward... ever so slowly... while foster mom says, "Where's Bubby??" over and over as I jump frantically from window to window trying desperately to find him. When I do, I can't help but react as if I haven't seen him in decades. I go crazy and it's all just so exciting! It's a happy reunion each and every day.

Now I did get banned from going for a few days at one point. It was in the beginning, though, before I knew all the rules. I was in my foster mom's lap. (And as an unimportant side note, I'll throw in that her window was down) Anyway, next thing I knew, a bell rang and suddenly hundreds of gloriously playful running children appeared out of nowhere!!! It was divine!!

So I jumped out the window.

My new mom was not happy about this at all. She said not only could I have gotten hit by a car, but that she had on jammie pants and a sweatshirt with no bra and could not be chasing me around like that. (I didn't see how this detail was my fault, but anyway...) Fortunately, I didn't get that far. This has mostly to do with the fact that she had me by the collar, so I was practically dangling from the window for a moment until she pulled me back inside. Whew!! Stressful moment for her... importance of "oxegyn to the brain" moment for me. I'm guessing when there's a "no bra/jammies situation" involved, one must act fast and kick in the super-strengths!
So she pulled me in the window and called me a "Little Turd!". (Umm... what's a little turd??)

Anyway, here's some other things I have enjoyed lately...









chewing my toy... see how much progress I've made?








Sniffin' some 'shrooms...












Crashin' on foster mom's sacred silky pillow case... (she doesn't even let her kids or her husband touch this thing!!)

I so rule this roost!!




But just between us, she pets me (rather agressively I might add) with her teeth gritted and sings, "Leepy and Weet, Leepy and Weet. Leepy an Leepy an Leepy and Weet"". I'm guessing this means "sleepy and sweet"? She's so odd, mom & dad. And she pets me rather hard. Sometimes she reminds me of Lenny from Of Mice and Men. So just so you know, I could possibly be squeezed or petted to death on account of being so darn "Leepy and Weet"! (And you should hear her after my bath... "Weaky Lean & Leepy & Weet"). It's just ridiculous. I miss smart people. Smart, bilingual people that are educated and sophisticated. *sigh*

Well... until the day we meet again...
I think of you, Papa & Mamasita bonita!! Mi amore and mi lovey you mucho mucho much,
Tica

P.S. Here's a little video of me & foster dad playing "motor boat".

Oh, and did I mention I miss you? We all do... Tica-Lica