Husker Dog

I may have been born in Oklahoma, but my loyalty is to my mum. And she is a Husker, so naturally I'm a Husker too. I don't really care all that much about football, but mum is a fan. She got out my Husker collar for the first game of the season, which is on Saturday. I'm going to stay here in the air conditioning with my spiffy collar while she gets heatstroke at the game...seems like the smarter thing to do, and I'm no dummy! 

Mopey Monday

I had to take a bath. She said I stank...that's rude right?  

The Dog House...and I don't mean the cozy kind.

 

Mum has this stupid hobby. She calls it crocheting. I call it a waste of time. She makes things like this...dumb, right?








 Why crochet a dog when you have a real dog right here next to you that you are neglecting?!

So sometimes when mums at work, I do this to her supplies.

....A little hobby of my own. 

Then, when mum tells me how disappointed she is, I make this face, and she forgives me.
 

I don't mean to disappoint her, I just want her to find a new hobby...like walkies. Or tug time. Or stare at me adoringly. Is that too much to ask??

 

Flashback Friday

This is me when I was just a wee little pup.  I was still in Oklahoma, before mum came all the way from Nebraska to get me and bring me home to live with her.  See - I had one ear up and one ear down!  Mum was told that I was the smartest of my brothers and sisters; I was the first puppy to figure out how to use the doggy door. And mum would tell you that I am still pretty smart in my adult years!

Wordless Wednesday