Christmas "Tica-Style"

Merry Christmas, mom & dad! Did you have fun in Mexico?

I had quite a time here at the Gores for the holidays. Here is a quick overview (in pictures) of the festivities, as they apply to me and my cuteness. Enjoy!

THis is me & the boys running downstairs to see if Santa came.(oh, & I so won, by the way. I always do!)

This is me (& Uncle Rob) sleeping through the boys tearing into their presents. We didn't make it 10 minutes before we were both snoring!

This is what Santa brought for me! A new rope, since I completely shredded and destroyed my old one, and a new set of balls. (Tennis balls, just to be clear.)

This is me starting in on my new rope! It's the only thing that got me to stop moping around because of the stupid bandanna on my neck. My foster mom didn't even act concerned that I hated it. She actually squealed in complete denial, "Aaaw, Tica! Why you love me so much in your new bandanna, huh?" I actually loathed the new bandanna and pouted at her for an hour in hopes it would get her to remove it. I pouted very hard.

It didn't work.

Not for a very long time.

When she finally did take it off of me, I started to jump playfully in my renewed sense of nakedness, only to be restrained again, but this time with a tight, itchy sweater!

I felt paralyzed. This is me trying to decide if I can make peeps in this thing. I hobbled down the stairs like a cripple. Then I stood here on the sidewalk for several minutes like a statue, trying deperately to drum up enough pity to purchase my freedom.

None came. Treats came, but they were not accompanied by pity and sweater removal.

Even when I shot them this look...

It only made me cuter, apparently.
So I gave up and turned in for a long Christmas nap.


With my head buried in shame.

When I arose however, elation came over me when I was greeted with a cheerful "arms up!" and the sweater was whisked away over my head (hopefully never to return!). Whew!

But what to my wondering eyes did appear?? A tight, wobbly headband in the shape of a reindeer. Good grief already!

Oh, but this made everyone go so crazy over my cuteness, that I complied. I sat up tall and wore it with dignity (as the monkey tunes played in the background).

So like I said, quite a time. Quite a Christmas. And let's just say that I'm quite a dog!

I am very loved here.

And so are you!!

Happy New Year!

Love, Your little Christmas Stinker,

Tica-Lica

Good Eats, Bad Peeps, & Warm Nuggly Sleeps

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I heard y'all went to Hong Kong. Please tell me you didn't eat any of "my kind" there? That would just make me so sad, and it may take me a lifetime to trust you again!

Well, I had a lovely holiday here at the Gore house. Abbey's family was over on Wed night and I rested my chin upon many a knee during the meal and it paid off! The Malcoms are all big dog lovers and didn't hesitate to slip me the goods.

The next day, my foster family went to Gore's for the day and had to leave me here to fend for myself, as the Gores are not big fans of animals. But the neighbors came over to let me make peeps during the afternoon, so that I didn't go on the floor.

And speaking of making peeps on the floor... I've been here for months now without the slightest accident of any kind (well, with the exceptions of puking up plastic toy particles early on in my stay and just recently hurling up the contents of a ham bone that was a bit too much for my delicate intestines)

OK, back to peeps on the floor... I must confess that I went in the hall this morning. Oh you wanna know why? Because it's freezing outside!! And it was raining on top of that!!! Who can peep first thing in the morning in those conditions? Well not me, apparently. Although I think I'll give it another try, as my foster family was not very pleased with my new "winter peeps" plan.

In other news, just in case you're worried that I'm going to run off with Ra when he moves to the country, I wanted to say that I don't think I will. I'm starting to think we just don't have that much in common after all. For one thing, he eats raw venison! Eeeewwww!!! I tried to think of it like"sushi for dogs" but the smell alone made me turn my head away and then sneeze a couple times to get the stink out of my prissy little nostrils. Gross! He goes crazy for it, but I just couldn't make myself do it.

So, my foster mom picked up some Thanksgiving treats for me that were much more suitable to my palate. They smell (and look) just like grilled chicken! See?? Yummy!

Below is the delicious ham bone that I later chucked up on my foster parents' bed. They were lovin' that to wake up to, as you can imagine. I doubt I'll be getting anymore of those anytime soon. :(

Gobble gobble gobble...

And this is a picture of where wolf-dogs, who eat raw deer meat and actually know that they're dogs, bed down. Well, and the cats too, of course.

This, on the other hand, is where Princess Ticas, who apparently think they're people, nestle in for the night.

Oh, it's good to be me! I miss you.

Love, your little stinker,

Tica-Lica

P.S. My foster mom bought me my own special outfit for the holidays... pics coming soon to a blog near you!! :)