Wednesday, June 23, 2010

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!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

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! change your bed sheets, I change my Boppy!

Friday, June 4, 2010

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

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

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?