BAD Dog!

For reasons unbeknownst to me, mom has told me that I'm a bad dog!

So she called Pippen over and got him to help roll up some newspaper...

and then they smacked me on the bum!

Can you believes it???

Well... I jumped up and showed them who's the baddest dog!

Pretty soon this newspaper is going to be in little pieces!

Mom tried to take it back but I was having none of it!

Rolled up newspaper... I'll show you!

It's almost destroyed!

Just a few more rips and I'll be done!

Pppphhhhhfffttttt....  who's the bad dog now???

*** no doggies were hurt but the newspaper was destroyed! ***

This is our 300th post (!) and we thought it most appropriate that it would feature me being a bad dog!

Bandage Removals

Yesterday was THE day that the vet said I could take off the bandages...

Chico Kitteh kindly inspected my paw before removal and said that in his professional opinion 'my feet stink'.

All I had to do was find a loose end and...

PPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLL!

It took me most of the night but by morning, I had it all off!

Let me tell you... mom wasn't too happy cuz she caught me licking it...

So she tried putting the bootie on me but when she wasn't looking...

I'd yank it off!

So you know what that means, don't you???

The Cone of Shame!!!

Ruh Roh...

Yesterday was nice and sunny. So I figured it would be a good time to work on my tan...

Got into my favourite chair and got nice and comfy...

Later on, Mom noticed this...

Of course she blamed me!

I told her that crazy interloper kitteh did it...

Do you think she bought it???

Positively Pavlovian

I hate to admit this...

but here it goes...

I am a smart dog!

Mom tells me that being a smart dog is not a good thing - it just means I'm a bad dog.  What do you think?

Here's a couple cases where I think that I am super stupendous smart and mom thinks I'm the worst dog EVER!

We live in a complex that consists of 120 townhouses and condos so mom is very conscious about how much noise we make.  I enjoy barking at people that pass by our backyard so that they know not to enter.  Sometimes, I may get a bit carried away and that's when mom will call me in by saying she has a cookie for me.  Hey!  Who wouldn't come for a cookie? 

Well, a couple of months ago mom caught onto my game...  she was sitting at the dining room table and could see me out in the backyard.

It seems I may have been barking and then looking over my shoulder to see if she was going to call me in for a cookie and if I didn't get the required response, I would bark again...

Does that make me a bad dog???

Since she's caught on to that one she comes out and escorts me into the house and its a hit or miss on the cookie front...

But I thought of something else and luckily for me, my mom is a bit slow on the uptake some days.

My newest thing is to go bonkers on the patio door like I REALLY need to go out but when she opens the door, I run back to the cookie dispensing area.

Of course, because she's so well trained, she automatically gives me (and Pippen) a cookie.  Sometimes I'd do that 3 or 4 times before I would actually go outside!

Well, she's figured that one out now too and can you believe it - she says I am the baddest dog ever!

So am I a smart dog or am I a bad dog???