What Rhymes With Hug Me?

Dudes,

How’s it hangin?  It’s officially summer, and let me just say, it’s about dang time.  I’m not a fan of the cold (or wet) so these warmer temps are finally scratching my itch for pool days and some sweet summer livin’.  I mean, you can just see it in my face, there’s no more sad.com days. It’s summer guys, and its glorious.

bug says SUMMER

It  also doesn’t hurt that I have a new theme song. I think Robin Thicke and I might be soul mates, because he totally gets me.  My life is just one blurred line after another.

What rhymes with Hug me? It’s Bug me guys, seriously.  I think he loves me (I can’t stop rhyming). I’m going to make #buggedlines happen, mark my words.

In other news, I finally went back to camp today after a long weekend of house imprisonment, and had the best times.  I thought it was going to be rough when I got there and the rain was pouring down, but thankfully the sun came shining out so we hit the outdoor yard and I totally rocked playtime.  Even Toby was awake so it was like old times with the whole gang.

This week is the 4th so I’m extra busy getting ready for celebrations – but no fireworks this year guys, please.  Tank gets the ‘nam flashbacks and his anxiety can really take over a room (buzz kill).

What are all you cool cats and hot dogs up to this 4th?  Holler at me (I might be looking for alternate plans).

Stay cool my babies,

xx

Bug

 

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

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

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

 

 

 

Back in the Sick House

Dudes,

It’s me. Bug.

bug says

 

I’m reporting to you directly from home because, once again, I’m home from camp.  I haven’t seen Toby or any of my friends for over two weeks, and I’m miserable.  If I have to watch Tank sleep through one more criminal minds marathon I’m going to chew the faces off of all his favorite men.  Yeah, that’s right.  I’ve spiraled down into a dark place and I’ve got the cabin fever.

bug says she has cabin fever

I’m on meds again, and hoping to be back on all four paws by the weekend.   On Saturday, camp is having a pet adoption event that I’m dying to go to, so lets all hope the meds work their magic and I can go.  I’ve been asking for a little brother so that Tank and I can officially start our band, so I’m constantly shopping around.  We’ve already decided his name will be scooter.  It just fits in with the vibe of our group.

Aside from that I’ve got very little to report – just a lot of same toys, different day action around here with a few freedom walks sprinkled in.

Until next time – stay cool my babies.

xx Bug

 

 

Snow Blows.

Dudes, last week it snow stormed here.  Well, sort of.  It wasn’t exactly a ‘storm,’ but there was snow and I LOVED it.

Bug says snow storm

 

I usually don’t like to get my paws wet, but I got a case of the curiosities, so I ventured out for a little expedition.

I sniffed it.

I sniffed it.

I tasted it.

I tasted it.

and I stopped off for a chilled brewski

and I stopped off for a chilled brewski (or twoski…)

I had so much fun playing in the powder, but I had left my coat in my camp bag so I only lasted about 10 minutes out in the tundra.

Tank, on the other hand, showed up to pick me up from camp in a sexy new parka, totally ready for the frigid temps.

I'm a model you know what I mean.  And I do my little turn on the catwalk

I’m a model you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk. On the catwalk. 

I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat. What do you think about that?

I’m too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat. What do you think about that?

I shake my little touche on the catwalk.

I shake my little touche on the catwalk.

All my friends at camp loved T’s outfit, and couldn’t stop talking about how sweetly the fur (fake fur people!) framed his face.  I was secretly a little mad because I wore my christmas sweater AND my coat to camp the same day, and NO one said anything to me about it.  I don’t even know why I try sometimes.

Regardless, this week I learned about snow and it was cool, but I got my fill.  I’m ready to move to a warmer climate. I’m thinking California, but I mean, I wouldn’t rule out another temperate climate.  I mean let’s be real, for the right price, I’d go anywhere, snow boots and all.

We had a big weekend after the snow, but I’ll have to circle back on that tomorrow because camp left me completely zonked today.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Time Outs + a Long Week at Camp

Dudes,

Is it finally the weekend? I thought I’d never make it.

I’ve been logging some seriously long hours at camp this week and I’m just plain exhausted.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

On Monday AND Wednesday I pulled 10 hour shifts. Straight through, only 1 nap.

To add insult to injury, I think my mom is skimping on my lunch snacks.  Seriously,  around 3pm I hit this hypoglycemic low that feels like a brick wall and it takes everything out of me.   I can’t even tell you the last time I had enough juice left in me to do a training run through.  My body is too tired to think about fitness.

The worst part is that when I get tired I get super cranky, and have a little fuzzy brain.  Guys I can’t help it, I’m just exhausted, but my mom told me that isn’t an excuse and I got two, count them TWO, timeouts this week.

My first day off from camp was Tuesday and everything was fine until the afternoon when I had a fuzzy brain episode.  I haven’t been going in my iron prison much lately and have been enjoying a much longer leash of trust around the house, you know, within reason.  When mom came home for lunch everything was super kosher and I was in a deep REM cycle.

look. I sleep like an angel.

look. I sleep like an angel.

You should have seen her, she was so proud of me.  But she went back to work, the sleep wore off, and this happened.

it's just a shoelace people.

it’s just a shoelace people.

Yeah, so I did that.  But, I mean, really, I thought I was doing her a favor.  Who wears converses anymore? I mean that was so spring 2012 and/or 7th grade.  I haven’t seen her wear them in months and she keeps talking about cleaning out her closet, so I just gave her a little push she needed.

You know how she thanked me?  With a time out.  Geez, it’s like nobody appreciates unsolicited help anymore.

I was back at camp wednesday for another full day, which was a nice break from all of the ‘rules’ that come with home based freedom.  I tried to tell Toby about it, but he’s at camp all the days and just doesn’t understand my struggles.  Plus, he’s like the worst listener ever and is always yapping about himself.  So rude, sometimes I just think we should see other pups and just be friends.

Thursday came and went with minimal drama which really helped me out, but I just couldn’t seem to make it the full cycle and on Friday morning I got my longest timeout in recent memory.

Listen, on the mornings I go to camp I like to get up a little early to do all of my business, and then I typically just play by myself until it’s time to go.  Yesterday I was right on track, until I found a delicacy on the coffee table.  My mom only uses one type of pen (pilot vball extra fine) and NEVER lets me play with them.  I’m not good at being told that I can’t have something, so when I saw it left unguarded something else took over my body and I grabbed it before anyone could see.  I took it right under the bed in my favorite secret hiding place, and I tore that thing up.  The problem, folks, is that it’s filled with juicy black goodness and our carpets are white.  I didn’t really plan this crime well.

I tried to hide the evidence, but I just got more ink all over my paws and everywhere I ran to hide I left a guilty path that led right to me.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i'm up for adoption.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i’m up for adoption.

The only upside is that I think it really put the whole ‘shoe lace’ ordeal in perspective.  I spent 45 minutes in my iron prison while my mess was cleaned up, and I honestly think I almost had my camp privileges taken away, but lets be honest, that wouldn’t wouldn’t have really solved anything.

It has just been a long week, so I’m pretty excited to lay low this weekend and try to get back on my best behavior.  I have a lot of backlogged reading to do on my iPad, and Tank and I are have plans for a weekend sleepover, just us two, to revamp our training schedule and get on track for 2013.  You know, once we’re done our recovery naps.  I’m not sure what he did all week, but he sure is sleepy too.

I don't even remember this picture being taken.

I don’t even remember this picture being taken.

I’ll be in touch with our developments – they should be good.  With Lance (Armstrong) falling from grace, and all of those two legged dopers out of the sport, I think I might have a real chance at winning the tour.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug