Karah's House

It's always ALL about Karah.  Karah got a bean bag chair for Christmas.  WOW, does that look comfortable.  I'll never know, of course, how comfortable it really is because I'm not allowed on it.  Better than the beanbag chair was the box it came in!  Woohoo!  Mom even made it better by adding a door and windows.  But, whose name goes on the front?  You guessed it, Karah's.  Does she love the box as much as I do?  NO!  I think the sign on the front of that box needs to be changed to read BUMBLES' HOUSE! Either that or give me that bean bag chair!

I Hate Tuesdays

I love her, don't get me wrong. I love her a lot. I guess that is really the root of the problem. Mom says I love her too much. It seems to bother my mom that I want to show her how much I love her. I lick her. I'm a dog, that's what dogs do for crying out loud. She's a baby human and she is really cute and funny and she squeals in this funny way when I lick her. That means she likes it, right? Right? So why does Mom always say, "Keep your tongue in your mouth, Bumby"? If I like to lick her and she likes to be licked why shouldn't we get what we want? But, no, I always end up getting locked in my crate. I love my crate, it is cozy and soft and it's all mine. No one else gets to go in it. But I hate being locked in it. I hate not being able to lick her. She only comes over on Tuesdays. And I'm always so happy to see her. But I end up spending most of the day in my crate. "Keep your tongue in your mouth, Bumby or you will have to go in your crate". I try. I really try. But she smells good, baby good. And she squeals. No matter how many times I have to go in my crate I can't stop myself from licking her. Man, I hate Tuesdays.