July 31, 2008

BOBO: I’m a pretty nice guy, and I only truly hate a few things. I hate cats (evil) and I hate anything that makes my fur wet. I hate the beach, the rain, baths, anything. So, why would Mom think it was ok to take me for a walk when it was obviously raining outside? Was this some sort of punishment? I protested, but was overruled.

COCOA: Water water water, I love the water! I like to drink it and eat it and swim in it! It cools me off and makes me all sloppy and if I want to dry off I can just roll all over the carpet. Bobo is such a grump! He acts like he was tortured or something. He’s just sitting around all wet and mopey. I’m going to go drink his water – ha!

July 25, 2008

BOBO: Things have been calm around here lately. Cocoa isn’t eating as much, but she still gets in trouble more than I do. I love it when Mom & Dad teach her tricks. She’s finally figuring it out, and I’ve figured out that if I stand nearby I ALSO get a treat…for doing absolutely nothing.

COCOA: I admit it. I kind of like the car now. If I ride in the seat with Bobo and I look outside the window it isn’t nearly as bad. We’ve gone in the car a few times, and didn’t end up anywhere scary. As long as we come back home, I guess I can handle the ride.

July 15, 2008

BOBO: I had a suspicion that Cocoa’s food was more delicious than mine, so I decided to give it a taste while Mom wasn’t looking. Sure enough, it was more meat and less veggies. I watched Mom when she re-filled our bowls. Cocoa’s is supposed to be for growth. I guess b/c she’s just a kid. Mine is called “Healthy Weight”. Hmm. I might be mistaken, but I think Mom & Dad are insinuating that I’m fat.

COCOA: “NO” is the bad word. I know what the bad word means. Mom & Dad say the bad word when they want me to stop whatever I’m doing. They say the bad word when I try to give them a tooth kiss or if I want to cross the street by myself. They use the bad word on Bobo too, especially when he puts my whole head in his mouth.
P.S. Mom told me I am 7 months old today!

July 6, 2008

BOBO: Ugh! She keeps following me around everywhere. I think we’re all on edge because of the loud noises, but she won’t leave me alone for a second! I had to jump up on the couch and have Mom & Dad protect me, even though I hate being a lap dog.

COCOA: First, I fought with my felt chew toy. Then I found a string left over from my rope toy, and fought with it. Now, I am bored.

July 4, 2008

BOBO: The 4th of July. It is always a wonderful and terrible day. Today, I turned 8 human years old, which makes me ancient in dog years. I still feel like a spring chicken, so I guess I’m doing ok. Regardless, I always get super-pampered on this day. This year, I had a delicious steak. Yum! But I knew in the back of my mind what was going to happen later. Later, Mom & Dad will leave me alone in the house and there will be scary, noisy explosions everywhere! Needless to say, I’m freaked out all evening.

COCOA: Bobo got people food to eat, and I got ignored! I decided to eat the following: my rope toy, 2 sticks, my blue chew toy, my stuffed ring, and a pinecone.

 

June 26, 2008

BOBO: I was tricked! First, I was locked in the stupid spare bedroom while someone was banging around on the front door. Then, Mom let me out and I noticed that she had accidentally left the front door open! Escape time! I was disappointed to find a wall of glass blocked my exit. Yet another wall separating me from the freedom to roam.

COCOA: I find many delicious things to munch on every day but I always go back to my special toy because it sometimes gives me a snack. Mom was home all day today, so I just relaxed and slept and ate. It was wonderful.

June 20, 2008

BOBO: Sometimes, I just sit back and watch things unfold. It was stormy today, so I didn’t really feel up for confrontation anyway. It was pretty fascinating to watch Cocoa demolish an entire phone book.
COCOA: They’ve been gone a long time. Maybe they’re not coming back. How will I eat? What if I run out of water? I feel like I’m slowly going crazy!! I played with my toys, went outside and came back in a million times, and I’ve chewed on everything I can chew on. I must find a way to entertain myself, or I must escape!

June 18, 2008

BOBO: Summertime = hot, buggy, and afternoon storms. No one seems to understand the thunderstorms like I do. They are dangerous! Lightning kills! That’s why I go to a safe room – an interior bathroom – and stay away from windows. Mom & Dad seem to like storms, and I think Cocoa is too dumb to know the difference.

COCOA: Bobo kept ignoring me this afternoon, then he ran off and hid in the bathroom. I guess he’s being anti-social today. After a while, he came back in and got on my favorite couch spot! I’ll show him! I’ll get up there with him and lick him for a while.

I got confused today. I found what I thought was a toy, but it turned out to be another one of those flip-flop things Mom likes. Oops. Too late.

June 16, 2008

BOBO: It was good to see Aunt Stephanie this weekend! I haven’t seen her in over a month. I introduced her to Cocoa, but she still only had eyes for me. I secretly hoped she would take me to her house to play for a while, but Mom made me get back in the car with the super-freak car panic-attacker. I miss Aunt Steph calling me Boopers! It’s my favorite nickname. Don’t tell Mom.

COCOA: I hate the car I hate the car I hate the car!