How to Kill a Squirrel(bird)

Dudes.  Tank and I went hunting this weekend.

We took a staycation at my buddy Truman’s house.  It was awesome.  He was out-of-town with the family, so I ran Bug Patrol in the back yard to keep our perimeters secure.   Tank was no help – he just camped out in the pool and barked at the crumb-snatchers that kept coming over to the fence on the north side.

This weekend I met my match with the most dangerous and threatening creatures on the planet.  Squirrels. It’s like they knew Truman was out of town, and you know, when the cat’s away, the mice will play, so I had to bring my A-game.

My half-brother Tate told me about how they terrorize his yard, so I was prepared.  As soon as I realized the magnitude of what I was dealing with I consulted the most talented and knowledgable sniper I know – Tank.

With passion in his eye and a snaggle in his tooth, Tank taught me how to hunt squirrel.  Tank says that like anything else, when hunting at squirrel you have to view them as the enemy.  Locate, identify, and GET HIS GUTS!  Tank is the best man gutter you could ever meet and taught me everything I know.

For all of you boys and girls out there that are also terrorized by foreign enemy creatures, Tank and I have put together a step by step guide starring me, Bug, and Raffie, the giraffe.

Step 1: Locate, identify & pin the enemy down

Step 2: Extract the guts.

note: always be thorough. get ALL the guts!

It was a long weekend working the yard, but it was worth it.  The house is safe, and the yard remains squirrel free. I’m not gonna lie, it was a thankless job and I am just spent.  After we were done the photo shoot Tank, Raffie, and I all hit our snooze buttons until dinner.

I think maybe Raffie needs a doctor….

It was a great weekend, but tomorrow is Monday and it’s time to hop back on the grind.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

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Doggles, Aunt Mitch + the Hotness.

Dudes.  I mean seriously.  Eat your heart out Suri, this outfit is the new hotness.

I need to meet this dude. ASAP.

This is the greatest outfit I’ve seen since Tank’s rambo sweatband.  And just in time for NYC Fashion week.  I bet those little 5th avenue mini’s and tea cups couldn’t pull off a unit like this one.  And did you see the DOGGLES??  Um, yes please.  I’ve been asking for doggles for MONTHS.  They are perfection.

I even found a sweet pair with sculls and crossbones on them on amazon but tall mommy said that I have to wait until my next allowance because this month’s allowance is going to support my Aunt Mitch in running her marathon (she’s running the NYC ING Marathon for Freds Team to raise $ for cancer research so check her out & give her monies).

I can’t even talk about this any more.  I immediately need to find one of these in my size and push for an advance on my allowance.  I’d borrow from tank but he lost it all on the races this weekend. I think he has a problem.

I’ll report back with my findings.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

A week late and 4 legs short.

Dudes.

The week has gotten away from me.  Last weekend was crazy.  Social overload lasted until late this week, but it was frickin worth it.

Friday I went to camp and when I got home the moms had friends over to grill and give me attention.  It’s like they knew they were my two favorite things.  No one would give me any table scraps, and I’m certain Tank told them not to.  He’s super strict with this nutrition plan he’s got me on and it’s horribly dry – like twigs and berries, hold the berries.

Saturday morning was the Charlottesville Women’s 4 miler with the lululemon gang & UVa Men’s Cross Country team.

Check this dude out.  I totally dig his outfit.

I still haven’t gotten my game day outfit, and you better believe I’ve made  it known how dissatisfied I am in the mom’s lack of pageantry.   I swear, if I don’t have it by tomorrow I’m totally going to camp naked.  I’m not kidding, I will totally do it.

The craziness didn’t stop there.  Football season is ON. We live in walking distance to the stadium which is great because Tank always puts up a fight when I try to take his keys away after a brewski or twoski.

Game days are my new jam.

After the game & tailgating Tank and I were beat so we took to the couch for the rest of the night.  My Uncle Hargraves came over right before bed to talk campaign strategy.  I was captivated by his wealth of knowledge.

Saturday was game day for the HOOS, but Sunday was game day for Tank and I.  We hit the pavement early to get some miles under our collars, and sweat out some of our weekend treats.

By the end of Sunday any hopes of being on my A-game were shot and I barely made it through another night of guests at the house.  Tank was super social the whole time and sat on everyone’s laps – he has turned into quite the ladies man, but that’s a conversation for another time.  SMH.

I’ve tripled up on camp this week while the house was being painted so I’m pretty wiped out, but I’m going to juice up tonight after dinner and aim for a solid night of sleep.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

YObama.

Dudes.  Sorry this post is slightly delayed, but I am just recovering from yesterday’s excitement.  PRESIDENT OBAMA came to visit yesterday.  He just lives up the road a couple of hours in DC, so he’s not far, but he doesn’t get a ton of time to come for a visit.  Even Sissy Spacek came out to to the Downtown Mall to surprise the President (she lives here too). A pretty rad Wednesday afternoon if you ask me.

Sweet candid pic of Sissy and B. snapped by P. Souza.

This was a very important visit for him since the election is fast approaching, but it was more important for me since I follow his campaign closely to gather tips and inspiration for my own political run.  Yes, that’s right, I’ve still got my eye on the great honor of being class president at camp, and since Obama and I are practically twins, I pay close attention to how he carries himself and his general approach to connecting.

I’ve been working on my presidential look

I need a flag background. For real.

I’m not saying that I think impersonating Obama is going to win me the vote at camp, but I’m committed to learning from his leadership skills and you can bet your sweet hiney that I’ll be studying his speeches before I hit the campaign trail.  Tank was supposed to be my campaign manager, but I think his conspiracy theories might hurt my chances.

I’m working on getting buttons for my online store, but in the meantime, don’t forget to vote for me in the Real House Pets of Cville competition.  It has been a tough race so far, but I’m due in at camp tomorrow and I’m hoping to generate a little word of mouth publicity.

Time for some Z’s.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

I need your votes. And dolla, dolla bills y’all.

Dudes,

Guess WHAT! I’m in the running for the Real House Pets of Cville photo contest.

The top 12 winners are featured in the 2013 Calendar for the SPCA here in Charlottesville.  I’ve always wanted to be a centerfold, and here’s my opportunity.  Lets do this people.

I’ve been practicing my poses.

With all this focus Tank and I have been putting on my training, my competitive juices are flowing and I just can’t help myself.  I’m pushing hard to win, so please VOTE!  Each vote costs $1 (tax deductible to the SPCA) so you can submit as MANY votes as you want, but you just need to sign up, buy some votes and VOTE FOR ME! 

All the proceeds help the SPCA provide fosters and care to pups that still haven’t found their forever homes.

Hope you all had sweet weekends.  Tank and I took a long rainy day on Saturday to catch up on some housekeeping items, but we’ve got lots to update you on — BIG week coming up!

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Week update: The Carolinas, a dog wedding & hating on civil rights.

Dudes,

Big week here.  Tank and I took our last road trip of the summer with the moms and visited our birth place: Charlotte, NC.    The trip was great but I’ve got to get back on track with my training.  Don’t even talk to me about my diet – it went right out the window on day 1 and I can barely see my back toes.

This trip we stayed with my two best friends:  Lex and Truman.

Lex & I catching up.

TRUMAN! the man.

On Tuesday morning Tank and I went to our first dog wedding.  Truman and his sister Jola got married – Lex officiated.

they don’t look too excited to me. prolly just nerves.

I guess in North Carolina you can marry your relatives, just as long as you’re not both boys or both girls.  I think it’s crazy, because if Tank wanted to marry Truman that would be like the best days of my life.

It was an emotional morning.

After the ceremony we all had busy days but joined back together later that night for a big celebratory reception.  Uncle Bill  got wild with the blender and shit started to get crazy.  The rest of the night was a blur.

It always smells like a good idea in the beginning.

The next morning was rough, but I pulled myself out of bed early because it was Lex’s first day of school.  He’s in 1st grade – I can’t believe it.

it’s a miracle my eyes were even open.

Lex came up to make sure Tall mommy and I were awake and fed me my breakfast.  I was still feeling a little queasy, but it did help.

All in all it was a great week.  I’ll be back soon because I’m going to overnight camp with my agility trainer, Alan.  He’s going to help me up my cardio base and perfect my form.  I can’t wait.

It was a long ride back to Virginia,  but we made it.

are we there yet?

We’re finally all settled into the new house and let me tell you, it’s going to be great to sleep in my own bed tonight.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

SHARK WEEK!

Dudes.

I felt a little end of summer depression setting in as the Olympics came to a close, but little did I know the best was yet to come. It’s SHARK WEEK.

This is the best thing that’s happened to me in all of my lives. I’ve skipped camp all week so Tank and I could double up our morning training and have plenty of time to rest before our evening viewing marathons.

Shark week has inspired Tank to amp up our training regimen. This week we are focusing on two things: preparation and perseverance. It’s go time.

Tank says that there’s nothing more deadly than false confidence and poor preparation, so our training has been super tight. I almost feel bad for anyone that doesn’t have a Tank to coach them because I bet they don’t know the rules and they’ll probably get harsh penalties from the judges. Oh well, too bad! I’m feeling very prepared and take no prisoners.

check out my mug shot.

Earlier this week our Aunt Kristin and Uncle Pete came over and gave us some programming for training runs. Uncle Pete (I call him Petey Pete) is the track and cross country coach here at UVa and definitely knows a thing or two about running. I’m pretty fast already, but I’m excited to make this machine more efficient!

I’m headed back to camp tomorrow, but I’ll share more soon.

Until then, stay cool my babies.

xxBug