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?

Houdini Bugg

When my dad was little he used to thing about places he could hide in the event of any intruders. Well, I found the perfect spot. Bet you can't see where I am, huh?