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