I Won Christmas.

Dudes.

 

Guess what.  It happened. SANTA WAS HERE!!! I tried to stay up to see him but I spent the day spreading holiday cheer all over camp yesterday and was just a little too zonked.  Could have also been the Bugnog I concocted after dinner, but either way, I rested my eyes for just a second and missed the whole thing.

I'm awake. Just resting my eyes.

I’m awake. Just resting my eyes.

When I realized it was morning time I was so excited I ran all over the house and woke everyone up with sweet Christmas kisses and barks of joy.  Some scrooges don’t love morning ear kisses, but my tongue is like the velvets, so I think they just don’t know what they’ve been missing.   I love the holidays.

My grandparents and big brother Tate R. Tot gave me my new most favoritest toy – a green barn with lamb babies! I’m pretty much just a manger (I could make one) and a few wise men away from my own Bugtivity scene.  I’m a little busy today though so that might have to be a project for next year.

A Barn filled with lamb babies? YES, please!

A Barn filled with lamb babies? YES, please!

Lately I’ve been thinking that I would probably be an exceptional fire fighter, so this was the perfect gift for me.  I’ve been practicing my fire rescue strategies and tactics all morning.  Of course I’m starting with the most dangerous scenario and I’ve been timing myself on how quickly I can get all three of the lamb babies out of the ‘burning’ barn.

Assessing the potential risks.

Assessing the potential risks.

you've been saved lambie!

you’ve been saved lambie!

All in all I’ve conducted over 20 successful rescue missions, and only once did I leave a lamb baby inside the barn (only one) and I’ve only chewed off 4 of their ears.  I’d say the collateral damage was minimal.  I’m going to get this on video and add it to my rescue resume.

It was a lot of work conducting all those rescues on my own, and after the last one my adrenaline just crashed and I collapsed in exhaustion.

I am wiped.

Imma need chapstick later.

I spent the rest of the morning playing the ‘Christmas winner’ game, which essentially just consists of me putting all my new babies in my bed and declaring myself the winner of Christmas.  It can be slow at times, but by the end the excitement of being declared winner makes it totally worth it.

oh. hai.

oh. hai.

We’re just a few hours out from dinner which is going to be epic I’m sure, so I’m going to go have a little date with OnDemand and rest up.

But before I go, I want to wish you all safe and happy Christmas days.  Go out and make yourself a Christmas winner!

Stay jolly my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

 

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Wet Ears, Hats + Bugrito Style

Dudes, it is super chill ville outside these days! Sometimes even my jacket doesn’t feel like enough on the cold camp mornings and I’ve started to look into means of keeping warm: hats. They’ve got to be cool though, I’m not just putting any old thing on this noggin.

this one is BEAR-Y cute.

In the mornings, Tank is always the first one at my crate to demand my release from my iron prison (it’s really pretty cozy and warm… don’t tell anyone).  Once I’ve been granted freedom, I do my stretches – a little down dog, a few up dogs, and some deep breathing to loosen up.  Tank usually stays with me to lick my ears, eyes, and paws, which is nice (I’m the cleanest kid at camp) but I’m totally going to catch a cold heading out into the yard with wet ears.  It’s important that I keep them warm, they’re how I hear things and let me tell you, without sharp hearing at camp you will miss the best gossip.

Blonde mommy helps me with my style and we’ve found some pretty sweet looks for the winter.  The trouble is Tank – he keeps trying to steal my look, and I’m like, dude, you’re sweet looking and I want you to have cool style, but you need to find your own.

he tried. I didn’t love it.

I still haven’t found the best hat look for me, but I’m committed to the goal.  I know it’s going to be super important once the snow gets here.  I still have my fingers crossed that Santa is bringing me Pugz (Uggs for pups) because if there’s one thing I hate more than cold wet ears, it’s cold wet piggies.

Yesterday was especially cold in the morning and I almost considered skipping camp.  That’s totally not like me, especially on day’s when I know my boyfriend Toby is going to be there because we’ve already got such limited time together.  I was waiting for my mommy to drive me to camp and got a brilliant idea.  It was actually Tank’s constant burrowing in blankets and beds that inspired me – I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier.

ain’t no party like a bugrito party!

I’m going to do all of my outside travels as a BUGRITO! It’s genius.  I mean, instead of having to carry my nap bed all the way to camp, I’ll just wrap it around me burrito style to keep me warm, and then once I’m safe at camp, BOOM, my bed is there too.  And let me tell you, there is some super warm fluff in this thing.  I mean, obviously I’ve got a fur coat already, but this one is super sweet and for all those haters out there, the fur is totally fake.  Believe me, I triple checked that.

Since I hit camp a full three days this week Tank and I are chillin’ like villans at home this weekend, just catching up on our programs this week (hello, The Voice LIVE ROUNDS started!) and surfing the net.  I’m finding some pretty awesome things so I’ll be sure to share them with you.

Hope you’re all surviving the temp changes.

Stay cool warm my babies!

xx Bug

 

SHARK WEEK!

Dudes.

I felt a little end of summer depression setting in as the Olympics came to a close, but little did I know the best was yet to come. It’s SHARK WEEK.

This is the best thing that’s happened to me in all of my lives. I’ve skipped camp all week so Tank and I could double up our morning training and have plenty of time to rest before our evening viewing marathons.

Shark week has inspired Tank to amp up our training regimen. This week we are focusing on two things: preparation and perseverance. It’s go time.

Tank says that there’s nothing more deadly than false confidence and poor preparation, so our training has been super tight. I almost feel bad for anyone that doesn’t have a Tank to coach them because I bet they don’t know the rules and they’ll probably get harsh penalties from the judges. Oh well, too bad! I’m feeling very prepared and take no prisoners.

check out my mug shot.

Earlier this week our Aunt Kristin and Uncle Pete came over and gave us some programming for training runs. Uncle Pete (I call him Petey Pete) is the track and cross country coach here at UVa and definitely knows a thing or two about running. I’m pretty fast already, but I’m excited to make this machine more efficient!

I’m headed back to camp tomorrow, but I’ll share more soon.

Until then, stay cool my babies.

xxBug