Bunch of wusses

Everyone around here is scared of lightening and thunder. I'm big and brave and strong and fearless. What a bunch of wimps.

My trip to the ER

Thursday night was not a good night. I was feeling particularly mischievous for some reason and my foster folks were busy watching TV. My foster brothers were hiding (which was an indication to my foster dad that I was up to something). He went to find me. He found chewed up toilet paper with a nice trail of trash and TP down the hall. He cleaned that up, went into the master bedroom and found me walking around with a water bottle in my mouth. He chuckled obviously thinking I was the cutest thing ever. Then he noticed the chaos in the bathroom. I had gotten on the counter and ate some prescription medications, vitamins, aspirin, etc. I couldn't walk straight at this point and was running into the walls. My foster mom made a list of missing meds while my foster dad ran me to the vet. The vet pumped my stomach, called the CDC to check on drug interactions and gave me some meds. My foster folks were really worried and weren't sure I was going to make it. Much to their surprise the vet let me go home the same day. I was sleepy for two days, but am back to my same gregarious self.

My foster folks called my new folks in Alaska to let them know. My mom was in the shower so they talked to my dad. Well he fell asleep before telling my mom that I was ok. She got the frantic voice mails and fretted all night. I feel bad for worrying her.

My real parents are on their way to come get me. I can't wait to meet them, go to my permanent home and meet my siblings. It'll be a long drive but I'm looking forward to it. I know I'll miss Cooper and Buster, but I'm sure my new siblings will make me feel welcome.

3 Musketeers we are not

Ok...so I've got a beef with my foster brothers. Every time I get into something (i.e., on the counter, in the trash, etc) they leave the room. What happened to "All for One and One for All". They're a bunch of snitches.

More mischief

My foster folks have been busy...busy...busy and haven't had time help me update my blog. I've got a lot to update you on.

I met my foster-Grandma, Mary Ann. She liked me a lot. I followed her around and pestered her as much as possible during her visit. Here's a list of the pesty things I did.

1. Stole her foot scrubber and ran outside with it
2. Stole her eye cream and chewed the top off
3. Stole her foot scrubber again. I really liked it.
4. Ate 2 loaves of homemade banana bread.

She got a kick out of me and quickly learned to close her bathroom door.

My foster brothers and I were on the deck playing one afternoon. The deck is not nearly big enough for our rambunctious playing...so we decided to move the BBQ grill...and it's a big one. Everyone was surprised that we were able to move it and I love surprises!

Odds and ends

My foster dad took some various pictures of me doing all the things I love. I love to sit on the deck and watch the neighbor's. I like to play with Cooper and love hiding under the bar stool. And I fairly certain something tasty is hiding under the sofa. Aren't I cute?

I was a good boy last night. I had to go potty in the middle of the night and I woke up my foster mom rather than have an accident. She was very proud of me.

I also like to sleep in really weird positions. Sometimes on my back, sometimes wrapped around a corner, sometimes my body is going in different directions. I'm kind of a goof.

Oh...and my foster dad figured out that he isn't the alpha. I jumped up on the bed while he was lying with Peaches. He told me to get down, but I totally ignored him...he's a softy. My foster-mom was told me off once and I bolted all the way to the living room. She has a very commanding voice.

Call the cops...there's a thief in our midst

I'm so sneaky. My foster dad was heating up a breakfast burrito today. He left one on the counter while the other was in the microwave. I stole it off the counter. He found me outside with my prize. It was good!!!

I'm a green Siberian

My foster dad was working on getting the camper ready for a camping trip. Cooper, Buster and I were in the front yard keeping him company. This is what I came back looking like. Did I mention...I love poop!