Relationship Troubles + Camp Breakups

Hey Dudes.

How’s it hangin’?  I can’t believe it’s already Tuesday.  I had kind of a rough weekend and have been taking my time getting back on all four paws.  I’ve been having some relationship troubles with my camp boyfriend, Toby, and it has done nothing but cause more anxiety for my worry belly.

Toby and I have been together for almost a year now.  We met in the play yard at camp, and have been inseparable ever since.  We even made the bulletin board last spring which is pretty much the most official thing ever when it comes to camp relationships.  It’s even more serious than Facebook.

bug and toby

We were a little rocky in the beginning, but for the most part, the getting was good.  We were even able to share toys with each other, which is such a rare thing find in relationships these days.

bug and toby sharing toys

Recently we’ve been on the rocks a little more, spending less and less time together.  I’ll admit, it’s partly my fault.  I missed a few days of camp when I was away, and because of my worry belly, but to be fair, even when I am there Toby just wants to sleep.  I mean, I know that we’re getting older, but I still feel young.  I don’t want to get caught up in a cycle of daytime napping and early dinners with all the white furs. Before you know it we’ll have to switch to wet food and all of our good days will officially be over.

I guess it all just feels distant.  There’s a new young golden in our play group that I’ve been spending some time with.  I know it’s not going to go anywhere – he’s only visiting until he’s big enough to move into the large dog group – but it’s still exciting.  I know it sounds sad but I just needed to have a little attention.  I mean seriously, look at me, I should be out on the streets crossing leashes with all sorts of pups, not staying tethered to the same one.

I guess I always knew it was just a matter of time until we had to go our separate ways, but I just didn’t think it would come so soon.  I’ve just been sick over it all weekend with a horrible worry belly but I’m getting a little better each day.

I hope you’re all well.  If you know any cute (athletic) young pups out there that you wouldn’t mind setting my up on a play date with, I’d really appreciate it.  No big sniffers though, they creep me out.

Stay cool my babies,

Bug

Keep your Snout to Yourself.

Dudes.

I am ruined. I don’t know how this happened- it has been weeks since I’ve let anyone even come close to sniffing my bugina at camp, but the extra effort apparently went to waste. I have the Herp.  It’s easy to fall into the wrong crowds when you’re camp novice but I’ve been campaigning hard lately and my reputation is everything.  This has been so devastating, I haven’t gone out all weekend.

don’t look at me.

We’ve been in the Carolinas again for the body building show that blonde mommy promotes, staying at Truman and Jola’s.   In an unrelated turn Uncle Billy got roofied on Friday night (or so he claims…), which worked out pretty well for me since I was in too dark of a place to socialize at the show, so we stayed in and played angry birds on his new iPhone.

I cancelled camp this morning and am just focusing on taking my meds and getting well right now.  I am still feeling low, but Tank reminded me that it is our flaws that give us character, so I’m trying to embrace that thought and soldier on.  In addition to the obvious PSA theme in here, I’d like to remind all other campers out there to wash their paws and limit their hello sniffs. Just remember the wise wise words that a medical professional once told me: if it’s wet and it’s not yours, DON’T touch it. So true, so true.

Stay safe and stay clean my babies,

xx Bug

Tank has the Disco Sweats

Dudes, I have to tell you – I’m worried about Tank.

For the last few months Tank has been a changed man.  He eats his food (almost) faster than me, he has been skipping his afternoon naps to run with mom in the park, and even more alarmingly, he has taken to snuggling with almost complete strangers and not even threatening to cut them.  He’s lost his edge guys and I didn’t see it coming.

I’ve been putting in so many hours at camp lately that I’ve lost touch with Tank and just knew he was hiding something from me.  I wanted to believe that he was just secretly dating the Boston down the street or maybe had gotten into Buddhism, but that is not the case.

Yesterday when I was at camp Tank was chewing in my room (he likes to go in there for quiet time) and left some of his stuff under my bed.  That’s where I found this:

seriously Tank? SERIOUSLY?

Guys, its worse than I could have ever imagined.  Tank has been Disco Sweat-ing with Richard Simmons.  I mean, I just still can’t even believe it.  I know he’s been dressing a little more alternatively, even for Tank, but I thought it was just a phase.

I can’t even talk about it.  I’m going to have to have an intervention this weekend, this can’t possibly continue.

Wish me luck and stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

How to Kill a Squirrel(bird)

Dudes.  Tank and I went hunting this weekend.

We took a staycation at my buddy Truman’s house.  It was awesome.  He was out-of-town with the family, so I ran Bug Patrol in the back yard to keep our perimeters secure.   Tank was no help – he just camped out in the pool and barked at the crumb-snatchers that kept coming over to the fence on the north side.

This weekend I met my match with the most dangerous and threatening creatures on the planet.  Squirrels. It’s like they knew Truman was out of town, and you know, when the cat’s away, the mice will play, so I had to bring my A-game.

My half-brother Tate told me about how they terrorize his yard, so I was prepared.  As soon as I realized the magnitude of what I was dealing with I consulted the most talented and knowledgable sniper I know – Tank.

With passion in his eye and a snaggle in his tooth, Tank taught me how to hunt squirrel.  Tank says that like anything else, when hunting at squirrel you have to view them as the enemy.  Locate, identify, and GET HIS GUTS!  Tank is the best man gutter you could ever meet and taught me everything I know.

For all of you boys and girls out there that are also terrorized by foreign enemy creatures, Tank and I have put together a step by step guide starring me, Bug, and Raffie, the giraffe.

Step 1: Locate, identify & pin the enemy down

Step 2: Extract the guts.

note: always be thorough. get ALL the guts!

It was a long weekend working the yard, but it was worth it.  The house is safe, and the yard remains squirrel free. I’m not gonna lie, it was a thankless job and I am just spent.  After we were done the photo shoot Tank, Raffie, and I all hit our snooze buttons until dinner.

I think maybe Raffie needs a doctor….

It was a great weekend, but tomorrow is Monday and it’s time to hop back on the grind.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

A week late and 4 legs short.

Dudes.

The week has gotten away from me.  Last weekend was crazy.  Social overload lasted until late this week, but it was frickin worth it.

Friday I went to camp and when I got home the moms had friends over to grill and give me attention.  It’s like they knew they were my two favorite things.  No one would give me any table scraps, and I’m certain Tank told them not to.  He’s super strict with this nutrition plan he’s got me on and it’s horribly dry – like twigs and berries, hold the berries.

Saturday morning was the Charlottesville Women’s 4 miler with the lululemon gang & UVa Men’s Cross Country team.

Check this dude out.  I totally dig his outfit.

I still haven’t gotten my game day outfit, and you better believe I’ve made  it known how dissatisfied I am in the mom’s lack of pageantry.   I swear, if I don’t have it by tomorrow I’m totally going to camp naked.  I’m not kidding, I will totally do it.

The craziness didn’t stop there.  Football season is ON. We live in walking distance to the stadium which is great because Tank always puts up a fight when I try to take his keys away after a brewski or twoski.

Game days are my new jam.

After the game & tailgating Tank and I were beat so we took to the couch for the rest of the night.  My Uncle Hargraves came over right before bed to talk campaign strategy.  I was captivated by his wealth of knowledge.

Saturday was game day for the HOOS, but Sunday was game day for Tank and I.  We hit the pavement early to get some miles under our collars, and sweat out some of our weekend treats.

By the end of Sunday any hopes of being on my A-game were shot and I barely made it through another night of guests at the house.  Tank was super social the whole time and sat on everyone’s laps – he has turned into quite the ladies man, but that’s a conversation for another time.  SMH.

I’ve tripled up on camp this week while the house was being painted so I’m pretty wiped out, but I’m going to juice up tonight after dinner and aim for a solid night of sleep.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Dudes!

Dudes! Hi.

Welcome to my new blog.

My moms rescued me from the Humane Society about four months ago, and once those adoption papers were signed I never looked back.  There WAS one time my microchip scan showed that I wasn’t the dog they picked out, but we’ve all moved past it and so should you.  According to my papers my name is Ella, but I go by Bug.  Just Bug.

Anyway, this is my blog.  The moms are constantly talking for me, so I wanted a place to share my own thoughts and adventures.  I’ve got lots of both, so come back and check me out often.

Until then, stay cool my babies.

xx Bug