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

 

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

Life in a shoebox.

Dudes, I hope you all had great weekends.  Mine was crazy.

For starters, I went to camp on friday and came home to find that my whole world had been changed.  My spacious luxury penthouse was no were to be found, and in its place was this suffocating iron prison.

Now, don’t get me wrong, my new place has a few amenities, but they are few and far between.  I’ve had my eye on a sweet futon recently, so this downsize couldn’t have come at a worse time for me.  The moms pretended to understand my pain, but they have obviously learned nothing from Flowers for Algernon.

Needless to say, Friday night was a little rough at Casa Bug, but I’m nothing if not a trooper and I soldiered on.

The moms got me some new jammies to make up for putting me in this gerbil cage (an underwhelming gesture if you ask me) and they’re so badass.  They’ve got skulls and crossbones, my favorite, and came just in time for my next two weeks of Olympic viewing devotion.

I have lots of updates from watching the games with Tank, but I’ll have to circle back with you tomorrow – I’ve got to catch some z’s so I can be on my A-game at camp tomorrow.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Confessions of a Bug

Dudes, its me, Bug.

Its tough for me to admit this, but I have a problem.  I’m a hoarder.

I want to say I don’t know how it got this bad, but that would be a lie. I’ve always been this way.  I used to blame the moms for being enablers and buying me countless new babies, but that would just be an easy excuse. It’s important that I confront the tough realities of my addiction.

Even when I was just a mini-bug I had to be ears deep.  I’d start playing with one, then another.  Then another.  Before I knew it I couldn’t stop.  I’d have four, five, sometimes even six babies surrounding me and still felt like I needed more.

I was completely out of control.  Sometimes the moms would find me passed out in my bed, surrounded by half chewed, soulless babies.  Their bodies limp, stuffing on the floor, squeakers just ghosts of the past.   I was a monster.

I lost my ability to connect personally with my babies.  I was so focused on where the next one was coming from and how I was going to get my paws on it’s squeaker that I hardly even remembered their faces anymore.  I was consumed.

A few weeks ago my brother Tank held an intervention for me.  He gathered all my babies, including my oldest friend, Cat R. Pillar, and confronted me about my problem.  It has been a tough road, but I’m focused on just taking it day by day.

Thanks for letting me open up, it feels good to unload.

Stay cool my babies.

xx Bug