Sunday, January 25, 2009
Oh To Be Muddy...
Guess who’s back, back again…T-Bone’s back, tell a friend. Guess who’s back, guess who’s back…
I like to rap like I’m that Eminem guy sometimes.
Anyway! So, quickly I will update you on what happened from Christmas to just recently.
First of all, Santa came to visit me. My God Human made me a stocking for Santa to put all my presents in, and naturally my stocking was bigger than the humans or the cats stockings! This is only because I’m a big guy, thus I get more toys. That’s how it works right?
So on Christmas there was stocking inspection…
I got so much crap! It’s only because I’ve been a good boy this year (mostly…). I got this cool little mole looking thing. It’s dead now.
Then, I got a dragon…he died, his face sploded.
Annnnd, I got this flying squirrel thing with like 16 squeakers. The squirrels head died, but most of the squeakers still live!
Ummmmm, and you can see all of my extraneous gifts here on my bed, at the inspection site.
The day after Christmas my human and her boyfriend had to attend a wedding. My human had difficulties with this, because that meant she had to wear a dress. Shield your eyes my four legged ones, I’m about to unveil a human yet again on my page!
While the humans were at the wedding I was attending a very fabulously muddy time at the kennel place. It was fun…Gregg, the guy who trained me has the kennel and well, you know, he loves me, so I was totally in like sin. He made sure I had all the mud I wanted so I could have the time of my life…and a mess for my human when she picked me up.
After the human retrieved me, I body slammed her with my muddy self and made all sorts of noises that I didn’t know I could make! I always surprise myself! After my super duper Bease bath my human began to unpack. I accompanied her to ensure that she wasn’t trying to leave me again.
Once things returned to normal in my house I decided I would snuggle Satan on the couch. Not too close though as Satan prefers not to be smothered…and she has cooties. My human lived up to her responsibility of keeping me happy by ensuring that I was at my utmost comfort levels…
I think that’s enough catching up for today! But be prepared my friends! Next post we shall talk about my first birthday ever! Woohoo! A Bease sized Birthday! Go Me!
This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out and reminding you all that mud may not be man’s best friend, but we are, and we are a twofer deal. If you wanna four legged human, that means you must love mud, right?
Mr. T-Bone Beasley