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

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12 Months in to my life, I’m Turning 1

Dudes.

It’s time we had a serious talk about life.

Bug Says: reflect on the past.

look in to my eyes. can you see what i’m thinking? no reason, just curious.

I turn 1 years old on Friday.  It’s a pretty big number: 1.  Truly, I don’t even know where these last 12 months have gone.

As I stand here looking out at what I can only assume is the last 95% of my life, I feel a renewed sense of responsibility not to waste another day.  I mean, it would be so easy to just live day in, and day out, chewing bones and playing with my friends at camp, but I want my life to mean something.  I want my legacy to be greater than just my run for class president and my impending olympic gold medal (specific sport, yet to be determined).

Today after camp I was pretty spent so instead of training (it’s wicked windy out) I got on my iPad to google things while my Aunt Ellen was on, and I came across this video.  I think this kid is my long lost brother.

Seriously, it’s like he took the words right out of my mouth.  I mean, that was half of my campaign platform for camp, just minus the dancing.  I don’t have the dancing down yet, but I have a darn fine swaggle (swagger + waggle) when I walk, and you better believe I use it to my advantage.

So, this birthday, this monumental anniversary of [my] birth, I will be taking paws (pause?) from my regularly scheduled life to reflect on what it is that makes me come alive and what path I’m going to take.  Also, I’m thinking about watching Space Jam.

In lieu of gifts, please do the same.  And when you’re done watching Space Jam, think about how you’re going to be a leader, and a boss.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Santa is coming. And Soon.

Dudes.

Santa’s coming! Seriously, we’re less than three days away from his arrival and I’m freaking out.  It’s my first Christmas and I am committed to staying up to see Santa and his reindeer.  I’m not sure what his plan is since I don’t have a chimney, but it’s freakin’ Santa so I’m sure he’ll figure it out.

I sleep in direct eyesight of the tree so it’s pretty much a sure thing.  I’m going to leave some of my cookies out – they’re pretty tasty if you ask me. I’ve been a little naughty this year so it’s gonna take some bells and whistles to rebound onto the nice list.

In the spirit of giving Tank and I have been collecting donations for local homeless shelters and other four legged friends.  We’ve been getting some sweet bed, blanket and food donations from our buddies at Pure Barre to support the food and blanket drive we’re having at camp.

these are some sweet colors!

these are some sweet colors!

Tank brought the first load over when he picked me up from camp yesterday.  He’s been really getting into the holiday spirit so he wore his full holiday uniform.

santa's little helper.

santa’s little helper.

Everyone loves it when Tank comes to get me so we got a few extra Christmas cookies before we went home.

christmas cookies!

I LOVE christmas cookies!

Tank was so excited he lost his hat for a minute, but I got it secured back on before we ventured out into the cold.  I also un-popped his collar because lets be real, it’s just not cute.

I’m off from camp until Monday and am going to be heading in to spread a little more cheer and drop off the last load of stuff right before Christmas.  I have a ton of things on my to-do list this weekend and am not sure how I’m going to get ready in time, but I’ve fueled up and am probably going to just pull an all-nighter.

Thankfully there are Christmas movies almost 24-7 on the movie channels so I’m going to just get in the zone.

Good luck with all of your holiday prep, and stay away from the malls.  They’re cray.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

An Embarrassing Reflection: My Day with the Runs.

Dudes,

I’m almost to embarrassed to write this post, but I’m committed to being honest in our relationship with you as the reader and me as the writer, and I will hold to my word.

This week has been very difficult for me.  I got the runs.  And I got them bad.

In the early hours of monday morning I heard a rumbling in my tummy, and it happened.  It all happened, at once.  I was so ashamed but I was overcome with urgency and shame all at once and while I always try to stay proud and keep my chin up – I couldn’t make it happen this time.  I curled up in the corner and cried.  Yep, I admit it.  I took to tears, and I’ll never forget it.

I was found that way in the morning when Tank came to get my for breakfast.  By that time my belly was being much better and I thought that I was approaching my own freedom from the experience, but I was wrong.

Not only did I not get any breakfast, but I also was kept home from camp and forced to take a bath.  It was horrible.  I was so cold, and the shivering from the shower just brought my right back to the dark hours in the corner of my crate.

I’ve had a few dark days, I’m not going to lie.  I fell into a deep depression, and was consumed by my personal shame.

My bed was thrown out so I had to nap on this thin bathmat. it was awful.

dont’ look at me.

There were moments when I couldn’t even get out of bed.  I didn’t think I would ever feel happiness again.  My favorite babies lay next to me, neglected and lifeless.

there is no joy.

there is no joy.

Tank tried to console me, but he was still living a rich life full of food, treats, and doing exactly what he loves the most: napping.  It’s cool that he likes it, but it’s not for me. I need more action.

I finally went back to camp Tuesday to give it a shot and then took another day off on Wednesday to recover.  I tried to lay low on the couch and just chill with my roomies so I could have full energy for camp again today.

yo.

yo.

It paid off.  Camp was ah-mazinnnng!  Not only did I get to see Toby, but I got to stay in during nap and be Santa’s little helper, putting together holiday treats for all the other campers.

willpower is no friend of mine.

willpower is no friend of mine.

I’m an awesome helper, but my recent days of starvation made me it really difficult not to just bury my face in the treat bowl and eat my way out.  I mean, come on people, this is like worse than the Hunger Games.

I was pretty beat when I got home tonight but I am finally back to my own food (no more chicken + rice for this girl).  I’m hitting the sack early tonight because I’m pulling back to back days at camp so I need to make sure I’m recharged.

Stay cool my babies, and stay away from me if you have germs.

xxBug

Tank is a Spectacle.

Dudes,

This week was health week and Tank and I made a trip to the vet.   I had to get the all clear on my ‘situation’ and Tank had to get some shots and an eye exam. He’s been squinting a bunch lately and made the font on his iphones like 100 point to read his emails, it’s kind of embarrassing.  He has been telling people that he’s going blind.  Um, I’m pretty sure that you’re not blind if you can still see, but it’s Tank and he’s just a little dramatic when it comes to his hypochondria.

I absolutely love going to the vet.  I mean, come on people, there are treats freaking everywhere.  I got a little worked up during Tank’s eye exam because they made me sit in the corner, and I’m like, listen dudes, nobody puts Buggie in the corner! Thankfully the exam was short and I got to get back up on the attention table.  And you know what, it was worth it, because Tank’s new glasses are HOT.

Tanky Potter.

I can’t even tell you what a big change it has been in Tank’s daily life.  He says they give him x-ray vision, but I’m not convinced.  I’m just glad he can see the TV better now because DA BEARS are on today and I’m tired of him constantly asking what the score is.  I’m hoping we can get him some contacts soon because if he even tries to visit me at camp in those eye sores we’re going to be in a fight.

Hope you all had good weekends – I’ve been working on my box jumps a ton so stay tuned for my first fitness exclusive blog post, starring me, Bug, and my good friend ambition.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

 

 

 

 

Dia de Los PERROS!

Dudes,

Halloween is almost upon us.  This is so exciting. Tank and I have a HUGE party to go to on Sunday with the gang from camp at the ‘off leash’ park at Darden Towe.  There are actual prizes and treats for the winners so you better believe we are taking this seriously.  Tank likes to win.

We had a hasty dress rehearsal in the kitchen today with the moms to make our final costume decisions.

its a SHARK TANK!!!!

I think Tank has nailed it with his final decision but I’m still waffling a bit.  I think it’s going to be a game time decision for me.

Rarrrr! I’m an alligator!

I’m a lady BUG. get it?

check it. I’m a BUG BOMB!

I’m still torn about which costume to choose or if I should go the homemade route but I’ve got 48 hours to make a final decision so I’m not sweating it. yet.

Charlottesville Pups come out to join me and my Pampered Pet’s daycamp friends for some Sunday play and some friendly costume competition.  We’re supporting animal connection, so it’s all in good fun.

Hit me up on Facebook or twitter (@bugsays) and let me know which costume you think I should choose.  I’m pretty sure my boyfriend Toby will be there so it is critical that my costume is a 10.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

Fall updates.

Dudes, how’s it hangin’?

It’s becoming a pretty crisp fall here in cville.  My first sign was that it feels a bit cooler in the mornings, my second was when the pool closed at camp.  The moms even took Herman to his winter home so Tank has moved his office to the couch.  He loves that thing.  I’m pretty sure he’s keeping his secret journal somewhere in the cracks but I haven’t had enough time alone in there to get my paws on it.

As the fall has been rolling in the mom’s have been super busy with their businesses and new projects, so I’ve been able to talk them into taking me to camp a couple more times a week.  It’s awesome.  I think the increased frequency has helped expedite my relationship development with some of the regulars.

Today my buddy Lexi and I got a little publicity on the camp Facebook page – a picture snapped right after he finished telling me a joke.  That guy is always cracking me up.

So, two cats walked into a bar…

 Today when I was leaving camp I saw this dude Howie with his parents.  It’s so weird to see my camp friends outside of play group, but I think that might be a good angle to take if I’m going to secure solid votes for class president.  I sent tall mommy an email about FINALLY scheduling a play date with my friend Fiona.  I’ve been on her to schedule it for DAYS, and honestly, it’s like she doesn’t even read my emails.  She’s had a stomach virus for a few days, but I can’t let a little illness hold back my campaign.

I’m staying home with Tank tomorrow so I’ll be sure to post more about those ‘adventures.’  Tank has been a changed man these last few months so his plans are far less dangerous and far more BORING, but that’s a story for another time.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug