Beauty Shots

Mom and Dad got a fancy new camera for Christmas...and MAN, we Buggs are looking good!! Molly looks downright beautiful, if I may say so myself. America's Next Top (Bugg) Model??

Canine Christmas Continued

We spent another weekend away from home...this time in San Diego with our Aunt Dutchess. She is old and blind, but she tolerates us young Buggs. Dutchess and I have become fast friends, but I think Molly's mere presence wears her out.

We love my grandma Carol's backyard. We even braved the rain to play out back. My mom always locks us out so Brandon can't open the door so we have to wait patiently to be allowed back inside. Although I have dirt in my teeth, I will neither confirm nor deny that I was digging in the backyard.

It's a very canine Christmas!

We visited my Hal in Las Vegas this weekend to celebrate Christmas with the Roach family. It was like a dog convention...Dewey, Cody, Walter, Molly and me reveled in the festivities.

Cousin Dogs, Walter, Molly and Bugsy

Loaded for the Dog Park...Cody, Molly, Bugsy and Walter

Walter opens gifts too

Smile Dewey

Showing deference to my elders, I always lick Dewey's chops

I'm pooped...what a weekend

Karma

Karma is a killer....after all those times we destroyed Brandon's toys, look who's taking over our toys now???

Thankful for droppings

So much to be thankful for this year...

A baby brother who always includes us in snack time.

A dad that takes us for our much anticipated walk each morning.

A mom that cuddles with us each night as we prepare for bed.

A grandma that makes us hearty breakfasts when she visits (eggs, beef, chicken, etc.).

A grandpa that always drops his food--coincidentally in the very spot where we Buggs wait.

A rawhide here, a stuffed animal there....

A couch here, a flip flop there....

Countless friends that rub our ears and bellies just so.

But most of all, thankful for Thanksgiving turkey!

I'm gonna get you

Can't a Bugg get some space! Brandon follows me all the time. He tries to follow us Buggs everywhere...out the dog door, onto the couches...and now up the stairs! It's become a game for us now. Brandon crawls up the first flight of stairs and waits for Molly and me to catch up to him. He turns around and looks down the stairs and laughs. That's our queue to charge up the stairs. Molly and I run up to the very top and wait for Brandon to catch up. Brandon is getting pretty quick too. I have a feeling we will really be in trouble when Brandon starts to walk on his own. Uh oh...

Trick or Treat (emphasis on the treat!)

As you know, I love Trick-or-Treaters. I anxiously await at the front door to get a glimpse of the kids. I wear my pumpkin shirt and I am always a hit with the neighborhood. This year, we went out with Brandon and Belen. There were some scary costumes and some cute ones too. Hopefully Brandon will leave his bag out so I can grab some treats for myself.

Taking Requests

Dear Brandon,

Molly and I really appreciate the way you always think to share your food and snacks with us. We don't even have to beg, and you oblige us with some goodies. It is convenient for us, that you prefer to eat your puffs while standing at the coffee table. Occassionally, I will jump right up and grab one for myself--if you are a little slow to offer--but usually you are right on top of things. You are always fair in your distribution. Ordinarily, it is tough for me to compete with Molly, since she is the food motivated Bugg of this bunch. But you always practice your "One for you, one for you, and one of me" approach. Perfect!

Although we are most appreciative of your tendency to share with us, I have to admit, I am getting kind of tired of mango flavored puffs, gold fish crackers, and cheerios. Are you open to taking requests? Why don't we try chunks of beef, peanut butter snacks, or shreded chicken? Maybe scrambled eggs? Hey, Buggs like chicken fried rice too. Just a gentle suggestion.

Very truly yours,

Bugsy

The People of the State of California vs. Bugsy Charlemagne Roach and Molly Ann Roach

Count 1
a violation of Penal Code section 594, subdivision (a), a FELONY, in that on or about January 2007 to October 2010, in the County of Riverside, State of California, they did willfully, unlawfully, and maliciously damage and destroy property that was not his/her own.

That's right! The destruction in our house has to risen to criminal proportions. Molly and I are facing some serious allegations so my lawyer advised me to write a formal apology, in hopes of a civil compromise in lieu of criminal sanctions.

We Buggs have destroyed the following property, not belonging to us:

• 
  Flip flops--both mom and dads--multiple pairs


• Eye Glasses--3 pairs


• Grandpa Hal's dress shoes


• Boppy covers--3 of them


• Baby toys--too many to count


• Ottoman


• Carpet


• Couch


• Mail--too much to count


• Photographs


• Magazines


• Grass in the backyard exposing the sprinklers


• Potted plants


• Rugs


• Pillows


• Burp cloths


• bibs


• electrical cords

Although I submit that Molly is behind most of this destruction (see photographic evidence attached hereto), I admit that I am an occassional accomplice, or at least, an accessory after the fact. Molly and I agree to pay our fair share of kisses and cuddles in exchange for leniency.
Respectfully submitted, Bugsy Charlemagne Roach

The recent destruction of a pillow

Molly caught red handed...with fluff still hanging from her mouth

Couch cushion completely stripped

Outdoor potted plant brought indoors

Tag team back again...

We lick the suds off of Brandon's face during his bath...

... We clean the high chair as Brandon "eats"...

... We clear the floor of any droppings (thanks B!)...

...We clean the food right off his face...

...and THIS is the thanks we get??!!

Changes are a comin...

Hey, this is Bugsy...I'm lurking in the shadows these days because the darkness looms over me. Since my baby brother Brandon became mobile, there are so many changes that affect us Buggs:

1. Baby gates block our ingress and egress and even though the gates are specifically designed for babies, my parents use those gates to keep us Buggs confined.
2. We have a new dining table so baby Brandon can't hit is head on the old square, glass table. I loved that table. Often times, when Molly or I were in trouble, we would hide underneath in the middle and look up until the coast was clear. But now there is a big ole pedestal in the middle and its nearly impossible to seek refuge.
3. Our dog bowls are always being put away because baby Brandon is obsessed with splashing around in our water. It's hot and I'm parched and sometimes I can't get to my water.
4. We Buggs used to be able to sleep in, but baby Brandon has decided that this is an early rising household. He comes into bed and tackles me and says "da" or "usy." My parents say he is saying Bugsy. I guess I should be flattered. Yeah, I admit it, we're best friends.
5. The doors to all the rooms are closed because baby Brandon is obsessed with opening and closing doors. Well, I used to take advantage of those opened doors by sneaking in early in the morning and peeing in the guest room when I was too lazy to go downstairs. No more...

After much reflection, I have decided that these are a welcomed sacrifice for all the good changes lately. My favorite: when baby Brandon doesn't feel like eating his food, he just pushes it off the high chair onto the floor for us Buggs. Molly and I are always a captive audience. Yum

Introducing Sir Walter

We have a new cousin in the family....Walter Stromsborg. He's a french bulldog. He has my coloring, Molly's lip flaps, and ears all his own. He came over for a playdate this weekend, while the family celebrated my brother Brandon's first birthday (hey, why weren't we Buggs included in that party?) and we had the time of our lives. Walter brought his own loofa dog and had been so good not to destroy it. Of course, after just moments in the Bugg house, we had that thing demolished. We ran around the green belt and took a dip in the pool. We played really hard. We were totally exhausted when Walter went home with his mom. I'm going to ask my mom if Walter can come over for a slumber party sometime. We can watch "Hotel for Dogs" and munch on some pupcorn. I can't wait!

Molly and Walter poolside
No underbite..I know, disappointing!
More pool action
3 cousins--Walter, Bugsy, and Molly

Brandon and the balloon

As I am sure you are aware, the experts that be warn that babies must be supervised when playing with latex balloons. So, of course, I, as the diligent babysitter, supervised B with this latex balloon. I don't get the allure. I hate balloons. But Brandon was crazy about it

Bugsy teaches Brandon how to crawl

Dog/baby door

Oh man, the baby is into all my stuff! He splashes around in my dog bowl, he climbs up on my dog bed, he grabs my toys right out of my mouth...and NOW he is trying to use my dog door. This is just about ridiculous. I watched him try to figure it out, but I just had to push my way right through. I mean, I've got to keep SOME things to myself right?

Forgeddaboudit!!

Hey Tone! Forgeddaboudit! My mom and dad said I look (and sound) just like Paulie "Walnuts" from the Sopranos. When you flip my ears inside out, I have little grey hairs sticking out. My dad does it all the time and makes me say "Hey Tone!" I've never even seen the Sopranos. I was just a wee pup when the show was on, plus the graphic nature of the show's content was too mature for this audience! I bet Paulie wishes he had an underbite. It would have made him a far more formidable gangster. What do you think...

Summer Reading List

Since I am of school age, I have to start my summer reading list. I am a little behind, I'll admit. It's just so hard to get motivated when the sun is calling my name for some prime sun bathing!! Since Harry Potter has been playing ALOT on TV, I decided to start there. My dad and I are reading it together, in preparation for the movie release. I've got to get going on the rest of my summer required reading:

1. Call of the Wild
2. Old Yeller
3. Where the Red Fern Grows
4. The Fox & the Hound
5. White Fang
6. Lady & the Tramp
7. Marley & Me

Babysitting Buggs

We Buggs certainly are upholding our end of the deal here. We are the best babysitters. We are very attentive. In fact, we never let Brandon out of our sight. Unless of course there is a barking dog outside we need to investigate, or a random treat rediscovered across the room, or a toy calling for our attention. But aside from that, we are always right at Brandon's side. I hear babysitting can pay pretty well these days. So a Bugg with my credentials should be pulling in some major dough. I've worked out a deal with my parents and I will accept the following as payment for services rendered: kisses, belly scratches, rawhide treats, peanut butter kongs, long walks, table scraps, stuffed toys suitable for gutting, ice cubes, and any bacon flavored treat. Pretty reasonable I think!

Bugg in a Boppy

Oh Man, I just discovered the best dog bed. Could this be more perfect for me? I'm a generous Bugg, so I let my brother Brandon use my bed from time to time, but this Boppy belongs to me. Molly and I have torn through three Boppy covers already. In fact, at the time of this publication, the depicted cover had to be replaced! Whatever...you change your bed sheets, I change my Boppy!

Vegas or bust!

As you know, we went to Vegas for Memorial Day. That has got to be my favorite place in the world. Man, did I hit the jack pot. Not only do I get to sleep with my Hal, but I get to lick Uncle Dewey's chops, run the green belt with Uncle Cody, and drink out of a big boy bowl. I struck it rich!!

The gang gets a whiff of Brandon's diaper...very interesting

Our play date

Respecting my elders. I love my Uncle Dewey

Road trip

We went to Las Vegas for Memorial Day weekend. I am not the best car rider, so I am told. I try my darnedest to sit in the driver's seat but often am relegated to the passenger seat. Luckily, Molly lets me rest my head on her while we ride. If someone is in the back seat, I will stand on the center console and beg and beg until they let me back to sit on their lap. Occasionally, I will stare out the window at passersby. Every now and then, they will laugh at me. What, is it the under bite?