Mango Minster 2011 - I'm a BAAAAD Girl

I, Kitty, am entering the Bad Sport category. I also qualify for the Diva category, but that is beside the point. Mom says I generally have a bad attitude about things (everything) such as oh, seeing my evil cousins (and making sure to bully them the entire time), taking Christmas photos, feeling a single rain drop on my furs (in which case I will find a nice spot in the kitchen to leave my contribution), and greeting the neighbors (I do a hiding/barking routine that ensures Mom can't hear one word that is said).

Good God Coco, you STINK!!! Just for that, I will knock you off of the couch.
Anyway, here are the qualifying questions:

Bad Sports

Is every toy, bone, or bed on your estate YOURS whether you are using it or not?
In a word, YES. Coco only gets to snuggle up when I decide she can. Sometimes I shut her out completely as the second picture demonstrates.
Any toy she has is subject to my taking it. I force her to go fetch my toys by "acting" like I want it. When she returns I simply rip it out of her mouth while she watches helplessly.

Do you bully the other fur kids in your pack?

Yup, uh huh. She better recognize!I even bully ceramic salt shakers that are trying to give me the business.
Even Dad gets bullied. I want that treat and I mean right now.

Do you hide foodables in your mouth even if you don't like them just so nobody else can have them?
Don't really hide them, but openly display for all to see. I dare them to take it. The humans for some reason won't eat something after I have cleverly licked the plate. Bwahaha.

Are all your stuffies beheaded or disemboweled?
I can rip a stuffie open quicker than Coco can gobble up some poo. That is fast, folks. Can't even have them now because mom the joykiller says I will choke. Plus there was that time I poo'd out a stufy ear..

Do you already have a plan in place to bribe the bad sport judge or to stuff the reader's choice ballet box?
Of course not. I really had no intention of sending you this HUGE, tasty, mouth-watering bone we picked out.

In the absence of medical issues, are your potty habits still, ahem, relaxed?
Well, if you keep a girl waiting, there will be a price to pay. RIP aloe plant. How about a trip to Lake "Uron" mom?

When your humans say, "come" do you just stare at them waiting for them to prove they have noms?

That would be a yes, and it has better not be some little dry biscuit either. I won't get off the couch for less than a bacon treat. I also make sure to give them a great view of my butt. It seems to drive the point home.

Thanks Mango Man!

Huh?? What?? I'm Awake

Sleepy Pug. Not the best angle of me. I take my blogging seriously furiends.
Rock a by Puggie, on the laptop, when it smells bad, it won't really stop. Take me outside, if you can get me up, and then I will surely be, one happy pup.

Let's get a close up of her sawing logs.
More snoring..LOUDLY...
(She pops up at the sound of the TV being turned off). I'm awake!!!!!!! Never mind my ears are folded back. I was just pretending to be asleep, while I was really doing acting research.

Ceramic Poo!!

We have added a few sculptures to our art collection. Eat your heart out MOMA.
Daisy had a contest to win poo. Of course we entered. I am pretty sure Coco prayed us into a victory. She was sorely disappointed when she realized she couldn't eat it. Kitty: What the H? EWWWWWWW. Coco: Oh snap. My lucky day. Mom doesn't usually hold poo for me to eat, but whatever,
I do believe I'll have me a piece.
YESSSS!


Evil eye to you, non-edible ceramic poo.
Thanks Daisy and Dana! We had so much fun with our prize. You really deserve a bag of cheetos for your excellent taste in art.

Thankful Thursday - Auntie Tina's Present

Huh?? You don't expect me to get IN that box for a photo op do you? I thinketh not.
Guess I could check it out. If nothing else, Coco will eat the tissue paper.
I have my bug eye on you mom. Come any closer and I make a steamy poo in the kitchen.
Hmmmm..
MUST-DIG-DEEPER..
Coco! Get over there and pose so mom will leave us alone. Geese with the camera.
CHEESE.

Our Auntie Tina (mom's bestie) got this bin for US, not mom. It had our names on the tag and everything. We plan to store our harnesses, leashes, coats and the big can of pupcorns in there. Auntie Tina is the best. She lets us give her kisses and picks us up for individual attention.

Snow Day 2010 - Alabama "Blizzard"

Now listen here Ma, I am not setting foot in the snow no matter what you say. Yep, I'm sassing you. Back me up Coco..


This is what you call a compromise. See, we are safe in Mom's arms under the roof.
Coco went out to see what all the fuss was about.
This was as far as she went. One solitary paw in the ice before high-tailing it back inside.
Kitty said "Oh Heck to the NO". I'll just stay right here and beg some food.

Kiss my butt, Snow.

Cool Stuff - Toys for Mom (Part I)

Mom went bananas for this! Humans never cease to amaze me. It is a toy boston that walks around. Woo-hoo.
The freaky thing starts walking when you push down his little tiny tail. I just don't know about this guy..
Had to send Coco in to check him out. I of course stayed back a safe distance. (haha, there are benefits to being a big sister).
Little smiling weirdo. He looks more like a dachshund (No offense guys, we love you). We bostons have longer legs than that!

He's out to get us I'm just sure!!!!!!!!! Save us! He keeps staring and looking over his shoulder.

NOTE: Everyone we know gave us pup themed gifts this year so stay tuned for the rest.

Evil Cousin Tinkerbell (and Sadie)

PLEASE GOD GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!!!
Watch out Daddy. The feeding frenzy has begun. It was on like donkey kong.
Ok, for the record (and I do want this to be official), here is evidence of me being nice to Sadie. I GUESS she is ok. Pretty cute little weinie.

Pops made the mistake of crinkling the marshmallow bag. Coco is the winner.
Don't let her fool you. Evil I tell you. She growled at me for an entire 3 days. Tinkerbell thinks she is the pack leader, but really I am. Here is how it goes: I bully Coco. Coco bullies Sadie. Tinkerbell sees Sadie getting picked on so she attacks Coco's ankles. I get mad at her biting Coco's ankles so I beat all of them down.
Who me? I certainly wouldn't be caught being a bully to sweet Sadie. Nope. (Don't worry, she is pretty much my equal in bitey-face).

Tink and Sadie have these weird long tail things..I thought all tails were curly or non-existent! It whips me in the face.

We slept for like two days after we came home. Those girls wore us out, but ultimately we all did pretty well together. Had a big pile up on Nana and sleep time the last night. There was only one incident on Christmas morning where we all walked in the living room, looked at one another and tied up fighting. Blame it on not being morning dogs. He he.

Ya Think?

I'm giving you the lip. You must have me confused with another Boston Terrier named Kitty.
Smells like crap to me!
That is it. I'm looking for a new mama.
Doesn't look a thing like me.
Our Uncle Chip and Aunt Christi got these for mom this Christmas. The nerve!!!!