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

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

H20.

So, a couple days a week I go to camp. The other kids in my camp are pretty cool – I’m in small group because of my size, but I’m angling to roll with the bigs before the end of the year.

It’s been wicked hot out lately, so I’ve been taking dips in the pool and surveying the scene. I’m thinking about running for class president this year, so I’ve got to get a good feel for the play yard and who runs which toy rings.

Last weekend the moms took me to a big pool for swimming lessons, and my brother Tank showed me how to live the good life.

Tank’s a boss – just check out his teeth. He’s nice to me because I’m his little sister, but he’ll cut you if you try to mess with me.

Time for breakfast, so I’ve gotta roll.

Stay cool my babies.

xxBug