What Rhymes With Hug Me?

Dudes,

How’s it hangin?  It’s officially summer, and let me just say, it’s about dang time.  I’m not a fan of the cold (or wet) so these warmer temps are finally scratching my itch for pool days and some sweet summer livin’.  I mean, you can just see it in my face, there’s no more sad.com days. It’s summer guys, and its glorious.

bug says SUMMER

It  also doesn’t hurt that I have a new theme song. I think Robin Thicke and I might be soul mates, because he totally gets me.  My life is just one blurred line after another.

What rhymes with Hug me? It’s Bug me guys, seriously.  I think he loves me (I can’t stop rhyming). I’m going to make #buggedlines happen, mark my words.

In other news, I finally went back to camp today after a long weekend of house imprisonment, and had the best times.  I thought it was going to be rough when I got there and the rain was pouring down, but thankfully the sun came shining out so we hit the outdoor yard and I totally rocked playtime.  Even Toby was awake so it was like old times with the whole gang.

This week is the 4th so I’m extra busy getting ready for celebrations – but no fireworks this year guys, please.  Tank gets the ‘nam flashbacks and his anxiety can really take over a room (buzz kill).

What are all you cool cats and hot dogs up to this 4th?  Holler at me (I might be looking for alternate plans).

Stay cool my babies,

xx

Bug

 

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The Monotony of At Home Living

Dudes, hi.  It’s me, Bug. 

I just got back from a week in Charlotte – which was fine – but I missed a whole week of camp.  A whole damn week of camp. 

I remember last monday like it was yesterday, only it was last week instead.  I loaded in the car like I always do on Mondays, but instead of  arriving at camp 10 minutes later, Tank and I were held captive in the car for hours.  Multiple hours.  It was so painful.

car sick

Once we got there I was so distracted by all of the change and commotion that I nearly forgot how devastated I had decided to be about missing camp.  I barely had time to use the outdoor facilities before Tank was in the pool.  So typical.

shark tank

He’s so ridiculous.  He spent most of his waking hours sunning himself, swimming, and drinking by the pool.  

I was so angry that I was robbed of this week at camp that I spent most of it on the couch, napping.  It was like I traded lives with Tank.  Nobody seemed to care that it was Toby and my anniversary.  I mean seriously, where is the compassion people?  

tank bug charlotte

We finally came home on Sunday, after another torturously long car ride, and I finally made my grand return to camp on Monday.  

Now, this is not one of those stories where the main character experiences one challenging situation and then it’s all home free and sunny days.   This is a story of struggle – of my struggle.

Monday I made it back to camp, and let me tell you, it was glorious.  I played, I sunned, I generally socialized with any and all other living beings.  It was like being at a 5 star resort, and then suddenly, it was time to go.  

I woke up this morning to the worst realization of all – it’s Tuesday.  A mother-sniffing work from home day where I don’t get to go to camp.  It’s my worst day of the week.  

After my morning coffee (or the coffee of whoever left theirs on the table) I was ready to go.  I wanted to do something, I wanted adventure! Instead, I got to watch the news with Tank on the couch.  Thrilling.

its me bug

By lunch I was considering going on the lam.  Someone thought it was an ingenious idea to work outside to multi-task and get to enjoy the day.  Well guess what, ‘someone’ was not full of great ideas today.  It was 90 degrees.  I live in a fur coat.  I was not amused. 

Bug sunbathing

It was like torture.  Seriously.  If someone told me I had to be a stay at home Bug, well I’d be packing my napsack and hitting the road before you could say treat.  You want to waste your day sitting around and ‘working?’ Well, I ain’t got time for that.  

Thankfully tomorrow is another camp day so you don’t need to worry.  As long as I get dropped off by 9am no one will have to get hurt.  I’m campaigning for a camp bus for next year – I swear it’s the only way I’ll get there on time.  

Stay cool my babies, 

xx Bug

Happy Birthday to my Brother Frank (aka Tank)

Dudes,

I would like everyone to wish my big brother Tank a happy 7th birthday.  ( I call him Frank, but only I’m allowed to call him that. Long story.)

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You are a 12 pounds of conviction, and an inspiration to me as your second in command.   You taught me how to be constantly vigilant, and to eat slow for better digestion.  Your constant napping and conservation of energy has kept you looking as youthful as ever.  I love you, Frank.

xx

Bug

 

Relationship Troubles + Camp Breakups

Hey Dudes.

How’s it hangin’?  I can’t believe it’s already Tuesday.  I had kind of a rough weekend and have been taking my time getting back on all four paws.  I’ve been having some relationship troubles with my camp boyfriend, Toby, and it has done nothing but cause more anxiety for my worry belly.

Toby and I have been together for almost a year now.  We met in the play yard at camp, and have been inseparable ever since.  We even made the bulletin board last spring which is pretty much the most official thing ever when it comes to camp relationships.  It’s even more serious than Facebook.

bug and toby

We were a little rocky in the beginning, but for the most part, the getting was good.  We were even able to share toys with each other, which is such a rare thing find in relationships these days.

bug and toby sharing toys

Recently we’ve been on the rocks a little more, spending less and less time together.  I’ll admit, it’s partly my fault.  I missed a few days of camp when I was away, and because of my worry belly, but to be fair, even when I am there Toby just wants to sleep.  I mean, I know that we’re getting older, but I still feel young.  I don’t want to get caught up in a cycle of daytime napping and early dinners with all the white furs. Before you know it we’ll have to switch to wet food and all of our good days will officially be over.

I guess it all just feels distant.  There’s a new young golden in our play group that I’ve been spending some time with.  I know it’s not going to go anywhere – he’s only visiting until he’s big enough to move into the large dog group – but it’s still exciting.  I know it sounds sad but I just needed to have a little attention.  I mean seriously, look at me, I should be out on the streets crossing leashes with all sorts of pups, not staying tethered to the same one.

I guess I always knew it was just a matter of time until we had to go our separate ways, but I just didn’t think it would come so soon.  I’ve just been sick over it all weekend with a horrible worry belly but I’m getting a little better each day.

I hope you’re all well.  If you know any cute (athletic) young pups out there that you wouldn’t mind setting my up on a play date with, I’d really appreciate it.  No big sniffers though, they creep me out.

Stay cool my babies,

Bug

I’m a Fun Addict. I’m Addicted to Fun.

Dudes.

This is me (usually).

Bug Says: reflect on the past.

This is me on camp.

bugging out

Seriously, every time I go to camp I’m completely useless when I come home.  The moms think it’s great, but Tank thinks I have a problem.  I tried to play it off as narcolepsy, maybe a sleep disorder, but he’s not buying it.  He knows.  I’m addicted. I’m addicted to fun.

It’s totally embarrassing.  If I pull a long shift at camp I can’t even stay up to watch my nighttime stories, and tonight is just another example of that.  I waited all week for The Voice and before it’s even a glimmer on my TV screen I can barely keep my eyes open.

I guess I’m going to have to work on being a less fun girl.  It might not be possible – but I’m going to try.  I don’t think I could handle cutting down on my days at camp – I’d go through an ugly withdraw and would most likely start lashing out at my loved ones.

I’m home tomorrow for a rest day, so I may look up some outpatient treatment centers so that I can start to face my addiction slowly and steadily.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

Back in the Sick House

Dudes,

It’s me. Bug.

bug says

 

I’m reporting to you directly from home because, once again, I’m home from camp.  I haven’t seen Toby or any of my friends for over two weeks, and I’m miserable.  If I have to watch Tank sleep through one more criminal minds marathon I’m going to chew the faces off of all his favorite men.  Yeah, that’s right.  I’ve spiraled down into a dark place and I’ve got the cabin fever.

bug says she has cabin fever

I’m on meds again, and hoping to be back on all four paws by the weekend.   On Saturday, camp is having a pet adoption event that I’m dying to go to, so lets all hope the meds work their magic and I can go.  I’ve been asking for a little brother so that Tank and I can officially start our band, so I’m constantly shopping around.  We’ve already decided his name will be scooter.  It just fits in with the vibe of our group.

Aside from that I’ve got very little to report – just a lot of same toys, different day action around here with a few freedom walks sprinkled in.

Until next time – stay cool my babies.

xx Bug

 

 

Update on the Bug Flu

Dudes,

I have been a bit under the weather lately.

sleepy bug says

My belly has been in a world of hurt the last few weeks, and I’ve been losing ALL of my hairs.   Last night my Aunt Carrie Ann came over and rubbed me so I could sleep.

bug says aunt care nap

The moment of truth came this morning, and I finally went to the vet, so I’ll just cut to the chase.  I’ve got some good news, some bad news, and some even worse news.

bug goes to the vet

this was my cruise director. she was pretty cool.

The good news is that I’m going to live.  Yep, there appears to be a cure for my most deadly of illnesses.

The bad news is that I’ve got a GI infection AND the Mange.  Don’t even ask me how they tested my GI health, it was a violation like nothing I’ve ever known before.  I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to talk about it, and I’m certain I’m going to have nightmares.

bug says LIFE

I’m on new meds and will hopefully be on the mend soon.  I’m just hoping my hairs grow back so I don’t have to keep wearing all those stupid sweaters.

To all of you two-leggers out there paying money to have all the good warm hair lasered from your body, SHAME! I wish Mange on ALL YOUR HOUSES!

The even worse news is that I’m off from camp for a few weeks until I get healthy again.  I’m basically on forced house arrest for a crime I didn’t commit and it’s absolute bull. Needless to say, I’m not taking this news very well, but I am trying my best to be optimistic.

To any pups out there reading this post, keep washing your paws (WITH SOAP) and keep your filthy little mouths out of my water bowl.  Don’t even think about sniffing my ladyparts.  I don’t need any unwashed miscreants giving me the bark or any other sniffingly transmitted diseases.

I’ve been pretty lax on my posting since I’ve been sick, but I’m planning to catch up in the next few weeks now that I’ve got some time to kill.  I’m also hoping to catch up on my correspondence, watch some backlogged criminal minds on the DVR and really dig in to my chess game.  I think it’s critical that I keep myself busy or I might go insane.  I might campaign for a wii – I’ve been hearing very good things about the yoga on that thing, and I could use some zen in my life.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug