Habby Trolley Day!

One year a go teu day, I met my the Mom fur the berry furst time at a GRRH Meet and Greet. My name whas Zim. It was naught ecksackly lubbs at furst sight, but it WAS berry close teu it! At berry least, it was a power full ttrraction what make us each fink we take each odder fur a whirl.

I knew I habbs her on the hook, on a counta how cood Yeu resist diss face???
Hello. Dat's what I fought.

And so on this berry speshull day in his my story, I boarded the trolley for furst time. I did take a ride a cross town. and I did poke my nose in teu ebber single fing in that trolley. Ate some ob them teu. The Mom say it was a berry long twelf mile ride!

Now in keepin wif the fursts... this be the furst pitcher tooken ob me wif the Mom's camera.

I was shnoofin the Wright Brothers, mostly the Bleu.

Treuf fully, I did naught ecksackly know what was goin down, but I whas not goin teu let any one know that I did naught know on a counta I am Fabulous.

This be the Bleu's reaction to my "little bizzit" that day. I fink if Yeu read his lips, he is sayin... "Seriously. Are Yeu kiddin me? The Mom, yeu are off yeur rocker."

This be me and the Bleu wheu is now Angel in the Heabens.

Puttin our heads to gether ober some nego sheayshuns and all so squirrel shmells.

I habbs the berry short furs one year a go teu day, and I did naught habbs a "skirt" at all.

I fought this whas a interesting playce.

This here be how I got my name ob Little. I haff not grown up much at all since one year a go teu day, but I haff grown out. And fur perspective, I am average size Golden boy...

The Bleu is a berry tall boy. I am pretty sure he play Center on the Heabenly Golden Basketball Team!

The Mom fought I whas like a little tank. I hads the purpose, mass and power.

I miss the Bleu!

I miss millin a bout wif Sweet Boy.

I miss followin the him.

I miss a nnoyin the him wif lubbs ob course.

One year a go teu day, I fink I know ebber single fing about ebber single fing!

And I did and all so I do!

I fink know The World revolve a round me...

It was quite quizzical fur me that these teu peoples... the Mom and the Bleu... hads been libbin the life wifout me and I did naught know how!

I knew right a way that these teu treuly need me.

And this be the Bleu sayin,
"Seriously? Are Yeu kiddin me?"

And this is me sayin...
Yeu need me!

Yeu deu!

I mean, how whill yeu teu ebber eat all this grass wifout me???

Soon they were to find out how many whays I am help full.

I surveyed my territory, and I fought declared... It iss all mine.

It whas said that the Jury whas still out, butt I did naught beleebs it for one single mo ment. Naught eben one. I knew I habbs found my Forebber. I juss mighta needed a coupla weeks to bring the Mom a round to the tREUF.

When the night fall one year a go teu day, I gather wif the Mom teu send emails, update the FB status and helbs the Bleu wif he's blog.

And that is one Tail I miss so berry berry berry much.

Habby Tails to Yeu!

Habby Trolley Day!
Habby Gotcha Day!

A Sundry Sunday

Hi, there.
I hobes Yeu are habbin a fun Sunday.
I am juss chillin!

We are a waitin a change in the whether. The whind is blowing furry hard.

And I like breefing in the fresh and fast airs frew my shnooter and all so my nose.

It iss imp portant that I look my furry hamsummest when doing so and this is my cazyeuall look at camera what say, "Hi, how are Yeu I did naught see Yeu there."

And now back to finkin a bout imp portant fings...

Someone is bar bee cyeuing...

MmmHmmm...

My the Mom cut some giant weed trees outta the garden and piled them on the porch. It is like my covered buffay!

And here I am inspeckting my UNcovered buffay...

nom nom nom...

And then juss when I fink how much more fun can this day bring... The Mom starts to finish her taxes.

A nap wif my Easter Bunny seems a preudent fing to deu... After all, I haff all ready straightened the pillows on the big bed and cleaned the cup and plate in the sink.

Habbs a wonderful Sunday, Friends. And please to come back teu morrow. Word on the street is that April 16f is a berry imp portant day fur me and the trolley. In fact, I boarded it fur furst time one year a go teu morrow!!!

Saturday at The Pet Expo

Habby Saturday!

And this was me askin the Mom, what shall we deu wif this spcecial day and then we lay round for a bout a hour wif the fur brushin and all so the songs and ban ter, and next fing I know...

The Red Trolley rolls up and what to my wonderin eyes deu a ppear but it is the Aunt Karen at the wheel!!! I settle in quick like and next fing I know, I am at Pet Expo Houston!!!

Follow me. I whill lead Yeu teu the GRRH boof! Yes Yes I whill know it when I sees it!!!

And... We're here!!! How could we miss it wif the beauty full banner.... and that super regal and all so hamsum "H"!!!

O yeah, under that "H' is The Luke wheu art in Heaven!!!

Neggst to him and under the "R" is my Cousin Buddy Whitson. Buddy is ham sum red boy wif eckspressive eyes, and he is why my the Mom grew a fing for a red boy wif eckspressive eyes, [Fank Yeu, Buddy Whitson!] but I digress...

This here be just one time when the Mom caught me peekin in on the boof be hind GRRR. The odder time, juss my chicken legs was still wif the GRRH.

What, Yeu may ask, whas so a peelin a bout odder side of curtain???

Ferrets!!! Ferrets in a play pen. Ferrets in little tiny wire boxes. Ferrets wrapped in blankies. Ferrets.

All quick like, my the Mom take me for ecksckursion frew the hub bub. And one fing I was berry most habby to find was a Busy Buddy Squirrel Dude!!!!

These swell squirrels be for sale by the nice Invisible Fence peoples. I had a fun time at their boof. The mom enjoy the talks, I enjoy the shoppin. I really whanted the Jack toy, but the Mom say most certainly naught.

OK, OK, I get it... Yeu deu naught want to haff it surgically remoofed from my belly. I. Get. It.

And on a similar note, we neckst a tended a presentation by David Batagower, wif Sugar Land Veterinary Specialists on canine SeePeeArrr (CPR), HimeLick and all so odder emergencies. And this is the me be havin.

Most of Yeu know that we hold SLVS in furry high regard. Yeu see, the Mom chose Dr Novosad  of SLVS to wage the war a gainst the Evil C Enemy wif boaf The Luke and all so The Bleu. And wage a great war, we did. We still mourn the out come, but we are at peace knowin we fought the enemy hard while maintainin the berry best quality of life and compassion for The Mom's Sweet Boys. And Yeu can't beat that.

There whas a grumblin and growlin rotty nearby, so we moved fur the last part of the presentation, and it was a good one. David is Hospital Administrator and all so our friend. Yeu see, it is he wheu made the Bleu the SLVS spokes dog!

Most off Yeu deu naught know that we lost the Mom's Comet in a tragic acksident at home. She was runnin frew the house, lost her footing, slid and hit her head on the edge of the marble top coffee table. The Mom tried CPR... unsucksessfully. It broke her heart, but she vowed to learn all she can a bout such fings...

And she learned quite a few fings teuday what she will hobes fully nebber haff to use!!!

Now let's habbs some fun!

Here I am at Jackson's Gourmet Dog Bakery... boof!
I whill have one of these...

And two of those!!!

Mom, should I mention to them that my the middle name is Jackson???
It might be good fur a free rocket???

I whood really like one of ebbery fing if Yeu please...

A large purchase was made, and I am pleased to learn that their primary place of business is berry close to the facktory where the Mom works, so there whill be no ecksckuses, keep em comin. Fank Yeu.

And now we go back to GRRH boof to chill juss a bit.

I can naught beleef it, but we did naught take a pitcher wif my Aunt Lisa wheu we saw teuday fur furst time in furever!!!

Juss beyond me in pitcher, yeu can see some of her great products... AlwaysEco all natural pest control.

I deu naught under stand why we did naught take a good pitcher there. May be next time. And then may be next time we whill be takin it wif my Cousins Sidney and Mojo. Juss sayin.

This is when the Mom tooken me to the Peemail Station.

I am NAUGHT sure what I am teu deu here.

Now back to shoppin!

Here is me at the Retro Pets boof! Deu Yeu fink I might haff modelled fur them???

Yes Yes... My fans a dore me.

I whill not strike the ecksackt pose, but per habbs Yeu can yeuse Yeur magination.

And here is me helpin the nice Retro Pets lady wif my purchase...

Whee waited teu long teu make our purchase here, and so we will haff to pick up a last fing or teu on line. Dis whass our last stop ob the day. Fank Dog. I whass ready. Teu. Go. Home.

Juss sayin.

Whee gathered up and headed out. My berry sweet the Aunt Karen tromped out teu retrieve The Red Trolley a bout a trillion miles a way in the heat, leafin me in the cool airs teu wait...

Gibben me and the Mom a bit of time to reflect and all so talk to a whole bunch of peoples...

And the jiss of ebber fing what I learnt teuday is that... I was such a berry good boy that my the Mom can naught fink of any fing what I cood haff done better. I eben heard her tell long story a bout "one year of trial and tribulation" and she end it whiff...

"I can take him any where."

I am The Boy she can take any where. And I am the furst!

I am all so a furry tired boy. I haff more teu share wif Yeu of the fun fings we tooken home, but for now...

night... night

*yawn*