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

 

 

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New Year Revelations

Dudes,

Happy New year.  I’ve been a little quiet on here because I’ve been going through some personal things that have been very difficult for me to share, until now.

I don’t even know how to say this, it’s been hard for me to even admit that it’s the truth, but here it is:  dudes, I’m adopted.  Yep that’s right, my mom is not my birth mom.  I can’t even believe that I’m just finding this out, I mean I’m almost 1 years old already.

Are you my mother?

Hi. I’m Bug. Are you my mother?

I had been doing some heavy goal setting exercises to get on track in 2013 and thought it would be a good idea to go back through my journals and some photos I found in my mom’s office.  I wanted to really connect to my roots so I could revisit my core values and passions to set a future vision true to myself.

Well, I didn’t find any of those things.  What I found was a devastating truth.   Really, adopted?  I knew I didn’t really look like anyone else in the family (Tank and I are completely different colors) but I thought that at the very worst we just had different dads.  I mean we both love sitting in the sun, tugging on babies, chewing bones, napping and watching criminal minds – it’s like we’re twins.  Our smiles are a little different, but what does that really say? Nothing obvious.

check out my mug shot.

we wear the same outfits

seriously. twins.

We’re probably going to have to completely restructure the Blood Brothers gang we’ve been organizing in the neighborhood.  The irony of the name is just a little too heavy for me right now.  I’m not in a good place.

I’ve spent the last few days going through my puppy photos and mourning my lost identity.  I’m not sure where I’m going to find myself, or if that’s even possible with such a big question mark in my personal history, but I’m working through it.  In the meantime I wanted to share with you a few of the pics that made me smile amid this darkest of moments.

mayme bug

dinner with my aunt maymes

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ROAAAAR! Hi.

bug baby

i just like this one. captures my good side.

bug sleep

such a cozy position.

bug car trip

one of my first car trips.

Hopefully the memories will eventually carry me through to the other end of this tunnel.  I have always had such a strong sense of self, it’s going to be a long journey to rebuild myself.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

Tank’s New Owner: Billy-Bob.

Dudes,

I finally found a new forever home for Tank.  Meet Billy-Bob.

Tank & Bill.

all smiles.

I actually put Tank up for sale last week but didn’t post my last entry until I knew it was a sure deal.

Just kidding, he’s staying.  The plan was totally a GO until the email offers started rolling in and the jig was up.  Tall mommy did NOT think it was funny and put the kibosh on the whole plan.  She doesn’t let me post things on the internet, and claims it’s illegal to sell your brother on there.  Who knew.

The dude in the picture is actually my Uncle Billy.  Billy and Tank are pretty tight bros, and picture is just a random from happy hour.  We were just messing around – they’re such jokers.  Anyway, looks like Tank is staying, and we’re just going to have to find a good spin on it for my campaign.  Peaches has some ideas so hopefully we’re good there.

Tank and I are back in the Carolinas again for some business just chilling with Lex and Billy for a few days.  Things aren’t the same without Truman here, but we’re working through it.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

Tank Went to Prison.

Dudes,

It happened.  Tank was sent to prison.

I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened.  He has been playing at the edge of the law lately, and this time he got caught.  Discrimination was definitely not on his side.

I don’t know what his sentence is going to be, but I doubt it will be lenient.   They kept him in the pokey for like 30 whole minutes.  That’s serious business around these parts.

Listen, I love Tank just as much as the next guy.  He’s my brother.  But I can’t have a felon living in my house, I just can’t.  It’s not good for my public image.

I consulted my campaign manager Peaches, and we agreed, it is time.  Tank is for sale.

He is listed on craigslist for 1 million dollars.  There is a mandatory home visit and I will be touring the homes personally to determine if the accommodations are suitable for Big T.  I don’t have time for games make sure you provide all of your information in your response.  Background and credit checks will be required,  and the payment option is CASH ONLY.  No payment plans, that’s a fools game.   See his ad below and contact me directly with any questions.  Also, don’t tell my mom, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

Pumpkin, Sandy & My Humbling Halloween

Dudes,

This has been a crazy week. From costume contests to hurricane sandy, I’ve been through some highs and lows.

As I told you in last week’s post, camp sponsored a big costume party on Sunday. I was a WRECK all week picking my outfit.  I almost went as a binder full of women, but opted for something warmer when I checked the temp outside.  It’s chill ‘ville people.

I went as a froggle.

There were some pretty great costumes out there, and unfortunately, I was defeated in the awards rounds.  The big winner was a doodle dressed as the dog from up attached. to balloons. It was a total relief that he wasn’t dressed like any of the human characters.  No offense but it skeeves me out when I see animals dressed like humans.  It just ain’t right.

Tall mommy went with me, which I NEVER would have allowed if I knew the SPCA group was going to be there.  She got a little too emo when she met Pumpkin in her bumble bee costume.

Punkin’ is cool and all, but I don’t have space in my room for another sibling.  I mean, Tank is hibernating ALL the time in there these days. This place is at FULL capacity.

Tall mommy made me promise to tell you all that ‘Pumpkin’ is available for adoption at the Charlottesville/Albemarle SPCA.  She’s 8 years old, super sweet, and doesn’t get a lot of visits.

She made blonde mommy go and walk her yesterday – I almost went but Tank and I were at home recovering from the hurricane scare.  Blonde mommy calls her ‘plumpkin’ because she’s carrying a few extra LBS, but I get it.  I mean, I love food, and my boyfriend Toby is always telling me how he likes a pup with a little meat on her bones.  Get it plumpkin pumpkin, I feel you, no judgement.

As many of you know, hurricane Sandy came up the east coast this week.  Everything was shut down in anticipation of high winds and torrential rains.  I didn’t think it was going to impact my life until camp said they were going to be closed on Tuesday.  Yeah, that’s right, camp CLOSED.  I didn’t even know that was possible.  I was so upset I tied my leash to one of the supporting beams and vowed to stand my ground even if all the walls came down.  I keep emergency snacks in my camp knapsack so I would have been set for a day or so.  I figured this would be a great way to demonstrate my commitment to camp and both my mental and physical toughness.  My plan would have totally worked if tall mommy hadn’t made me go home.  I missed my big moment, and to rub salt in my very open wound, I missed the LAST costume contest at camp today. Unbelievable.

Hope you all had good halloweens.  And someone adopt Pumpkin so tall mommy will stop trying to bring her home.

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

Pest Control.

Dudes,

Like I’ve said before, my brother Tank is a boss.  If you don’t believe me, just check out his grill.

You better believe that if you cross him (or me) he’ll cut you.  He will. He’s always flashing his canines around when we’re out on the streets.  We never know who’s going to be my competition for Rio, so we’ve got to keep our game faces on.

For being such a badass, it usually comes as a surprise to people that Tank has a softer side.  He and blonde mommy are two peas in a pod, I tell you, and both have sweet gooey centers underneath their hard candy shells.

they’re basically twins.

You’d never suspect this, but Tanky has big fears of flies.  He wont tell me exactly what it is about them, but I think the buzzing triggers anxiety from his previous life.  Tank used to be a captive and has bad nightmares about being taken back there.  It’s horrible.

Anyway, today we had a big episode at the house.  When Tank and I were coming in from our morning workout a fly got inside.  Tank was beside himself.  He ran upstairs and tall mommy had to put him under the covers and rub his back.

anyone have any xannies?

I knew it was time for me to step up.

I used my super human (dog) senses to locate the fly.  It was heading south east, towards the kitchen window.  I’ve run that route so many times that it was pure instinct.  I took off swiftly, but with stealth, and cornered the enemy.

Say my name. SAY my name, fly!

I tried to negotiate, but it was clear that he was not going to be rational.  I could hear Tank’s voice in the back of my head, ‘expect nothing, anticipate everything!’ It was go time.

game over, intruder.

Not even the irony of smushing a bug on the window could have stopped me from protecting my brother. It all just happened so fast.

Once I was sure that the life had left the fly’s body, I ran upstairs to calm Tank’s fears.  Never a dull moment in this house.

We’ve all returned back to normal, though Tank did milk it a little to get extra chicken in his dinner.  I’d complain but it worked out pretty well for me, and you know I need my protein right now.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug