All Hail the Chief!

In our family, we know who's boss. It's certainly not Joe. It's not even Dina. And although I like to think it's me, it's not me, either. Instead, it's another pint-sized figure.

Running to go see the boss.

Ahh...and there he is.

(Can you tell the Joe has been grooming the boys?)

I Got Me Some Boyfriends

Totally embarrassed today. Upon coming back home with my dogwalker, he introduced Dina to all my boyfriends! Oscar, Charlie, and Bubba (a Terrier, Beagle, and Llaso Apso, respectively). I am SO utterly horrified. Dina actually pet each one of them and used that cutesy voice, calling out "Ticky, are these your boyfriends?!" So embarrassed. I'm going to put my head under a rock now.

Finally, a Luxury Hotel...For Me!!!

It's about time. I mean, I'm a pure-bred. Do they know what that means? That means only the finest for me. Well finally, Joe and Dina clued in and when we went to Carmel, we stayed at The Quail Lodge Resort and Golf Club.

Upon arrival, I was greeted in the lobby (yes, I was allowed in the lobby, barking and all) with my own personal note card from Max of Pet Relations to welcome me. In the room, I was greeted by a host of gifts, including complimentary bags for, you know, the stuff that comes out of my butt (hey, everyone poops...well, unless you're Wyatt and you don't poop because you don't want to go in the potty, but that's a whole other blog post, isn't it?). And there was more...

Here are the dog bowls they set up in the room for me, including the portable one in the middle so that I could be fed when we were out and about (because when I need to eat, I need to eat...no matter where I am!)
The gorgeous chocolate brown plush dog bed provided especially for me, along with a quail squeek toy (and yes, I've already ripped out it's face).
Of course, you know the only thing that slept on that bed was the quail, right?

And of course, gorgeous grounds where I could run around freely. Love it! 2 paws up!!!

I'm really very glad that Joe and Dina finally decided to treat me the way that I should be treated, with my pure lineage and all. I confess, I was starting to get a little worried that I 'adopted down' (you know, kind of the opposite of Dina, who married up. Haha! Gosh, I slay myself sometimes!!!).

Keep Your Friends Close...

Keep your Wyatt closer.

I'm as Cute as a Sea Otter!

We went to Carmel this past weekend for a little getaway. This isn't something we'd normally do, but my cousins Gillian and Jessica were getting out of sleepover camp in Carmel, so we thought we'd say hi, and take in the sights.

The best part? They brought ME!!! We stayed at a dog-friendly hotel (more about that later), so I could come and I actually got to participate in a weekend mini-vacay!!! Some pics from my weekend:

Dina actually playing with me, me, me!!!

Me, letting Wyatt know who's boss at Carmel beach.

And this is a sea otter housed at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Where was I? Left in the room. I guess I can't win 'em all...

Sorry Dina, No Room for You!

Last night, Dina made the mistake of going to check her email after we all got in bed.

Notice how I gracefully arched my head back onto her pillow so as to leave her about a foot of space. Joe seemed to be ok with it, so I'm not sure why, when Dina returned, she said "You have got to be kidding me." You snooze, you lose, Dina. Or in this case, I snooze, you lose.

Potty Training Day 2 & 3 (aka, Happy 4th of July!)

While others were gallivanting around eating hot dogs and burgers from the barbie, strolling Fillmore street listening to the tunes of Jazzfest, or at the Fairgrounds feasting on funnel cake or a fried snicker, we were on total lockdown. Wyatt was undergoing potty training bootcamp.

And while others are busy uploading their gorgeous outdoorsy photos on Facebook, I thought I'd share something not so blase, not so run of the mill, something maybe a little...visceral.

Landon saying "I can learn to use this potty in a pinch!" (Ahem. Get it?)

Jubilant after hitting the nail 'in' the head. (I've got loads of potty puns. Huh! There's another one, 'loads'!)

Wyatt: "Why don't you just make me watch Steel Magnolias alternating with Beaches over and over again instead?! This is painful!"

And this, forgive my language, but you've got to f**king kidding me. He's locked and loaded, and I am not safe.

Potty Training Day 1

So there's this potty training method developed by Julie Fellom. The gist is that you lock yourself in the house for 3 days, strip the kid naked (except for a shirt), and first sign of trouble, whisk them away to the potty. The supposed benefit of this is that the kid generally gets the idea after only 3 days, but one of the obvious drawbacks is that you are on lockdown for those 3 days.

So what do you do? In this case, Dina bakes.

The bounty.

Lando enjoying a blueberry muffin.

Wyatt enjoying a chocolate chip cookie that he helped make.

Looks pretty happy for a kid that's getting potty-indoctrinated, huh?

By the end of these 3 days, Wyatt will hopefully be potty-learned, and everyone else hopefully won't be 5 pounds fatter (especially me, since that would be almost a sixth of my body weight -- and as we all know, it wasn't easy for me to get this slim!).

Stylin' Profilin'

Ya dig my new do?  It's my summer cut. 

Don't Call Child Services

Wyatt's new "big boy" bed.

Just kidding.  One day, Wyatt went down for a nap.  Or so we thought.  He must've climbed out and decided to get cozy in a smaller place.  He's destined to live in some cramped studio apartment in NYC (where they still allow dogs).

Kids Are Gross

This is why you never, ever share a drink with a kid.  

Never, ever, ever!!!

Even I don't backwash like this and I drink using my tongue!