I see you!

Hello, Winston Watchers! I’ve been so busy with my penguin recon that I’ve barely had any time to blog. 😦 I can’t blame Pet #1 for this one. I am so excited to announce that Mr. Popper’s Penguin is named Howard. He used to live in Antarctica, but migrated here for the winter. And now he’s been bouncing from freezer to freezer hiding from the IRS. Apparently Howard wasn’t paying his taxes and he spent a little time in the pokey for it! But I would appreciate if you could give him a second chance. He is trying very hard to get his life back on track, and I really believe things may be looking better for him. Howard has learned how to do his “business” somewhere other than on my pets’ hotpockets, so that is a great stride! Baby steps, Howard. Baby steps… Anyway, Pet #1 is taking a few days off of work. She just had an extremely stressful week and I feel so bad for her. Well, not that bad. She shouldn’t get herself into all of  these debacles. Every day is a new issue with this one. And don’t get me started on Pet #2… He fed me so many table scraps that I threw up three times today. It also could have been something in the garbage that I was pilfering through. Who knows? I plan on taking vacation with Pet #1 in her time off. I would like to go visit my brother, Bentley and Auntie Em up in Phoenix. I believe this could be a breath of fresh air for the both of us. Should I invite Howard? We would have to buy a cooler to transport him, of course, but I think it could be fun for Howard to make some new friends.

A photo of my current state of emotion: confused. WHY won't Mr. Popper's Penguin open up to me?!

Hello, Winstonians! The past couple of days have been quite an adjustment. While I am thrilled to be subletting the freezer out to one of Mr. Popper’s penguins (he has yet to reveal his name), I am having trouble breaking the ice; pun intended. And my pets aren’t very pleased, as my black and white houseguest has been leaving droppings all over their hotpockets. It truly is a shame because I’m currently trying to save up some money, so kicking the penguin to the curb might not financially be the best option at this point. I have been trying to get some acting gigs as well, but I lost out to another black and tan chihuahua for the latest “heartbreaking-footage-of-abused-puppies-set-to-a-sad-song” commercial (the link is below the post if you want to see the other guy, but I can’t guarantee that he is as cute as I am). I think it may be the fact that those dogs really have been abused and need good homes, but I can relate. Afterall, my biological mother did abandon me in an alley. But that’s beside the point. I am trying to save money in order to start my own dog dating site. It will be similar to the eharmony/match websites for you, humans. I suppose I should copyright my ideas before advertising them on the internet like this, but I have full faith in my blog readers that you won’t go stealing my ideas! Anywho, now you can see how imperative it is that I keep Mr. Popper’s penguin as my tenant. It’s been a rough couple of days, but I will do my best to keep you all updated on the status of my relationship with M.P.P.
Click here to watch the sad puppy video that features my long, lost twin!

Extra, Extra!

My first birthday is right around the corner, so I thought it was only appropriate that I post a snapshot of me as a pup!

Hello, Winstonians! Life is oh-so wonderful. The past two days have just been phenomenal. I have had time away from Pet #1 and it has allowed me to appreciate her more… So much that I have reverted back to some of my puppyhood phases (i.e. ankle  biting). There is something about Pet #1’s tender, smooth, almost “cankle”-like ankles that drive me crazy! I just want to sink my little shark teeth into them, however I only nip for fear that I may actually break the skin. I pride myself in the fact that I have never once hurt my pets. In that way. My sharp tiger claws are a different story. Just take a gander at mommy’s legs. I scarred her for life when I was a puppy with all of the scratches. I apologize.

Anywho, the reason for today’s post is actually a press release. I want you all to be the first to know that I plan on subletting a room in my “apartment” (AKA the kitchen). Mr. Popper called and apparently one of his penguins needs a place to live, so I have offered him my freezer for a whopping $0.75/month! What a deal! I’ve got the contracts all written up; just waiting on Mr. Popper (He is the legal guardian) to sign the lease. I’ve never had a roommate before, so I’m hoping everything will go swimmingly. He better be as maticulous as I am! Well, I’m off to set up the freezer for my new buddy! Gotta clean up all of the popsicles and frozen peas!

You Are My Sunshine

The sacred ray of sunshine that beams through the window

Hello, Winstonettes! I use that term assuming the majority of people reading this are female… Except for pet #2 and perhaps Papa Rick. Speaking of pet #2, I spent most of the day with him. Our day consisted of: Call of Duty, napping, a few walks, and sunbathing. Sunbathing is, by far, my favorite pastime. The window in my bedroom lets in a ray of sunshine that allows me to lay comfortably in bed, while simultaneously basking in the sun. I like to enjoy a nice sunbathe from time to time. It allows me to relax and escape the stress of my mischevious pets. Despite their occasional screw-ups, I absolutely love them! Pet #1 and I have a ritual when she gets home. She lets me out of my “apartment” (My pets were gracious enough to give me my own space in their kitchen. They put a gate up that blocks the kitchen off from the rest of our home and it’s aaalllll mine– all 5 feet of it… pshhh) and I nervously shake while attempting to reach her brain with my tongue. Any cavity in her head is game. That means eyes, ears, nose, and occasionally the mouth if I’m feeling really excited. Pet #1 rubs my ears while I religiously scrape her nostrils with my tongue in hopes of tasting that forbidden brain of hers! It truly feels good to have pet #1 home after such a long day.  7 hours sure is a long time to be away from each other. And while I absolutely cherish the time I spend with pet #2, mommy, I mean pet #1, will always be the apple of my eye. Or maybe it’s the other way around?

January 7, 2012

Sometimes I get floppy ear. One of my ears just gets droopy when I'm not feeling energetic enough to make it stand erect! Haha erect

Hello, Winstonites! Today was a lovely day, wasn’t it? I got to spend most of the day with my mommy because as I previously mentioned, she did not have to work. What a surprise! She did, however, leave me for a brief moment to check out the Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale. Mommy bought new perfumes and smelly stuff that makes me sneeze whenever she sprays it. Daddy also bought a new shirt for himself. It’s white and I plan on marking my territory on it (Not in the traditional, lift my leg way, of course! I just burrow into my peoples’ clothes so there will always be little Winston furs just in case another pup decides to try and take them away from me). Anywho, the best part of my day was the new bones that my pets/people/”parents” bought me. (I call them pets because that is what they are to me, but I realize that most people would call them parents.) So, my pets bought me new little rawhide sticks that are quite delicious. I like to hold the stick in my little paws and gnaw on it until I get bored or distracted by my people. Well, I gotta get back to my bones! Peace out!

Click here to watch a video of me and my cool, new bone!