Saturday, October 31, 2009


Introducing....ROCKSTAR Bonnie! ta-da!
After the stoopid punkin fiasco, SHE had to hustle to put together something for me to wear tonight. She studded up a pink toot-toot with skull and cross bones and made a matchy hot flower with a skull candy center.
MUCH BETTER than being a punkin!!!

Doing a 180 turn on the top pole. Is this what you call POLE DANCING?

I think my black mesh sports bra added just the right BAD GIRL touch to the pinkness, don't you?

I had matching PINK n PURPLE Skull Candy earrings on briefly.....very briefly!

Here's a parting look for all the guys, PINK and WHITE fanny furries!
Bonnie....RAWKIN the TOWN tonight!

Friday, October 30, 2009

How SKEEER-EEE is this?

I went to the groomer today and if that wasn't bad enuff, look closely and see how they tortured me.

It's the DREADED BOWS!!!

But not to worry, I know just how to get rid of these thingies.

Give your head a fast shake, similar to a squirrel/stuffie shake to remove the offending bows.

Dratted, they are still firmly attached!

This is not funny....swift warrior princesses DO NOT wear bows.
Or tu-tus....more on that later.
Or stooopid punkin outfits...HAHAHA its tooooo small for me!
Bonnie the wee Scottie
(I'm going to drown my humiliation in a nice 12 year old single malt)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I'm soooo tired

All this non-construction work this week is making me tired! Strange guys come in, do a bit of something, then dissapear for the rest of the day. I hafta run around and bark and check out what they are doing and sniff everything....and then they leave! And I'm all awake for the rest of the day. Sheesh! Still no tile, still got some holes in the wall both inside and out. But we have counters! And the cooktop, dishwasher and plumbing is all hooked up. No garbage disposal though, so I volunteered to lick all the dishes before they go into the dishwasher.

Yah know, you could take that flashybox thingy and put it where the sun doesn't shine. I'm trying to catch up on my beauty sleep here.

Does this photo make my back feeties look HUGE? Actually, my front feeties are bigger, but I don't know....this photo makes me look.....chunky? Say it's not soooo!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I've been in JAIL!!!

She says its actually protective custody. SHE is having the counter tops replaced. It was supposed to be a 2 day job and now we are going into week 2. Since the contractors are in and out all the time, she put me in my play yard. I get bones and water. And my blankey. Once I nearly scaped, but thank goodness my 10 ft. drag line got caught under the edge of door. There is a tiny little knot on the end and that's all that saved me from running under the wheels of the counter delivery truck that was backing up the driveway. I did a back flip when I reached the end of my string and she was able to scoop me up before I was flatted. I guess I'll keep her, she does have my back sometimes.

I don't get to chew on rawhide bones too much. For one thing, I'm very possesive about them and tend to get 'protective' in a terrier sort of way. And the other...I chew them up very quickly and have to be monitored so I don't swallow any bits. Those flashy jaws of death can really gnaw their way through a bone in a hurry. Anything smaller that this Mango sized bone is gone in a New York minute.

When it gets nice n chewed up like this, SHE takes it away from me and cuts the good part off so I can't eat it. Bummer.

Puffy got crated all week. He would just get totally under foot and stepped on. I guess the play pen is better than solitary confinement.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Squirrely wrath jaws of death!

SHE's back! And she brought me a FAKE squirrel! I will now demonstrate what one should do with a REAL squirrel, should the joyous occasion present itself.

First you catch it and with a good firm grasp about it's middle......

.... shake it till it stops squirming.

A good hard fast shake, too fast for the flashybox to capture. Then you need to disembowel it.

Roll.....oopsey....dropped it!

Roll .....with it FIRMLY grasped in your teefers.

The squirrely wrath jaws of death!

Right after this photo, SHE had to remove Puffy from my jaws. He came within 2 feet of my new stuffie and I jumped his old bones! SHE had to pick me up off the floor and give me a good shake to make me drop him. Dang it! One of these days when she's not lookin.....I'm gonna have Puff for lunch! Course, he's awfully tough...probably tastes like a rawhide chew bone.
I can't wait to catch up with all the news now that she's back.