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

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An Embarrassing Reflection: My Day with the Runs.

Dudes,

I’m almost to embarrassed to write this post, but I’m committed to being honest in our relationship with you as the reader and me as the writer, and I will hold to my word.

This week has been very difficult for me.  I got the runs.  And I got them bad.

In the early hours of monday morning I heard a rumbling in my tummy, and it happened.  It all happened, at once.  I was so ashamed but I was overcome with urgency and shame all at once and while I always try to stay proud and keep my chin up – I couldn’t make it happen this time.  I curled up in the corner and cried.  Yep, I admit it.  I took to tears, and I’ll never forget it.

I was found that way in the morning when Tank came to get my for breakfast.  By that time my belly was being much better and I thought that I was approaching my own freedom from the experience, but I was wrong.

Not only did I not get any breakfast, but I also was kept home from camp and forced to take a bath.  It was horrible.  I was so cold, and the shivering from the shower just brought my right back to the dark hours in the corner of my crate.

I’ve had a few dark days, I’m not going to lie.  I fell into a deep depression, and was consumed by my personal shame.

My bed was thrown out so I had to nap on this thin bathmat. it was awful.

dont’ look at me.

There were moments when I couldn’t even get out of bed.  I didn’t think I would ever feel happiness again.  My favorite babies lay next to me, neglected and lifeless.

there is no joy.

there is no joy.

Tank tried to console me, but he was still living a rich life full of food, treats, and doing exactly what he loves the most: napping.  It’s cool that he likes it, but it’s not for me. I need more action.

I finally went back to camp Tuesday to give it a shot and then took another day off on Wednesday to recover.  I tried to lay low on the couch and just chill with my roomies so I could have full energy for camp again today.

yo.

yo.

It paid off.  Camp was ah-mazinnnng!  Not only did I get to see Toby, but I got to stay in during nap and be Santa’s little helper, putting together holiday treats for all the other campers.

willpower is no friend of mine.

willpower is no friend of mine.

I’m an awesome helper, but my recent days of starvation made me it really difficult not to just bury my face in the treat bowl and eat my way out.  I mean, come on people, this is like worse than the Hunger Games.

I was pretty beat when I got home tonight but I am finally back to my own food (no more chicken + rice for this girl).  I’m hitting the sack early tonight because I’m pulling back to back days at camp so I need to make sure I’m recharged.

Stay cool my babies, and stay away from me if you have germs.

xxBug

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

 

Tank is a Spectacle.

Dudes,

This week was health week and Tank and I made a trip to the vet.   I had to get the all clear on my ‘situation’ and Tank had to get some shots and an eye exam. He’s been squinting a bunch lately and made the font on his iphones like 100 point to read his emails, it’s kind of embarrassing.  He has been telling people that he’s going blind.  Um, I’m pretty sure that you’re not blind if you can still see, but it’s Tank and he’s just a little dramatic when it comes to his hypochondria.

I absolutely love going to the vet.  I mean, come on people, there are treats freaking everywhere.  I got a little worked up during Tank’s eye exam because they made me sit in the corner, and I’m like, listen dudes, nobody puts Buggie in the corner! Thankfully the exam was short and I got to get back up on the attention table.  And you know what, it was worth it, because Tank’s new glasses are HOT.

Tanky Potter.

I can’t even tell you what a big change it has been in Tank’s daily life.  He says they give him x-ray vision, but I’m not convinced.  I’m just glad he can see the TV better now because DA BEARS are on today and I’m tired of him constantly asking what the score is.  I’m hoping we can get him some contacts soon because if he even tries to visit me at camp in those eye sores we’re going to be in a fight.

Hope you all had good weekends – I’ve been working on my box jumps a ton so stay tuned for my first fitness exclusive blog post, starring me, Bug, and my good friend ambition.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug