Oh Monty!

As I have discussed many times, my puppy Monty is warm and lovable, and about as smart as a brick. I was eating corn on the cob the other day and when the cob fell to the floor Monty was waiting. In a single gulp he swallowed the cob. After some quick research on Google, we confirmed that corn on the cob is not terribly healthy for a dog. It was pretty late so I knew Monty’s doctor’s office was closed for the evening. We tried to make Monty vomit using various home remedies which must only work on good dogs. Either that or Monty actually likes the taste of hydrogen peroxide.

Having failed at that and with the clock ticking before the cob would cause more serious problems our options became limited on what to do next. Mommy and I quickly realized what Daddy was thinking as he stood straight up, extended his right arm, and gave a Caesar-like thumbs-down. Fortunately, Monty isn’t a gladiator and more importantly Daddy’s vote doesn’t count anyway. So Mommy loaded Monty into the car and took him to a night-time vet who gave Monty medicine to make him vomit. The medicine worked and Monty is fine again. A couple of days later he turned 5 years old.

Peter Cottontail

The egg-laying rabbit left little plastic eggs all over our yard, each of which was filled with candy. He also left a huge basket of candy and toys.

I quickly gathered up the eggs before Monty, the plastic and chocolate-eating dog with an IQ of 32 could get there first. After gathering the eggs at our house we went to Uncle Dan's and Aunt Helen’s house to gather more plastic eggs with candy. Oh what a day. I had so much fun…..and I ate a lot. But the real winner of the day was Daddy who has been eating most of my chocolate ever since.

Home Alone

Ashley, Jill and Mommy at Chateau Elan for the weekend.

Mommy went away for the weekend and left me alone to fend for myself. Actually, that is not really true. Daddy was here as well so I had to watch him too. On morning 1 of our time together I wandered out of my bed and handed Daddy my big tub of Triple Paste cream. Still sleeping in a catatonic state he was more than happy to open the can for me. Looking back on things I should have taken better advantage of the situation but instead all I asked for was the cream. I then proceeded to completely cover my neck and face in white cream scaring Daddy into thinking I was now a Marilyn Manson fan when he finally awoke.

Bath time was a little longer than normal because…well, let’s just say that Triple Paste is a darn good product and it doesn’t come off your skin right away…or your hair…or your pajamas. Daddy helped me get dressed without incident and then we went downstairs for breakfast time. After 10 ten minutes of watching the eating machine consume most of a box of cereal he decided to feed me. How nice of him to think of me after he is no longer “starving”. After breakfast time we played together, ran some errands, and eventually connected with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Travis for dinner.

“What a good little eater you are today” said Grandma. Little did she know that I was trying to eat enough to tide me over until proper child care returned the next day.

Daddy read me some stories and I went to bed and the next day we had breakfast with Uncle Travis which was nice. When we came home we did some yard work and played with Monty and before you know it Mommy was home.

This week is Easter. As you might remember, I was not happy with my last encounter with the giant bunny in the mall. If Mommy thinks we are doing that this year she is nuts.

My trip to VA

Mommy and I went to Virginia to visit Stacey and Susan. Mommy went to Kutztown University with them years and years ago. I had a great time playing with all the kids. There was Cooper, Braeden, Joshy, and Peyton. Yes, I was the only girl but you know I thrive in those situations. They really had a hard time not staring at me. After all, I am cute!