Couch Potato

I am a very lucky dog. I have a mommy AND a daddy. Mommy and Daddy Mike each have their own apartment, which makes Mommy really happy sometimes because Daddy Mike likes to watch TV and drink beer all the time. Daddy Mike also likes it because when Mommy is at her apartment, he doesn't have to make her food and clean-up after her.

But I digress.

I am also a lucky dog because Mommy and Daddy Mike both have super duper comfortable couches for me to sleep on. And I don't like to sleep on the actual seat cushions. I like to crawl up on the back and nestle down into the pillows.

This is usually what I am doing most of the day while my parents are working. But at night I crawl into the bed with them. Cuz, I deserve it!

Fun with Toilet Paper

Sorry for not writing in a long time. Mommy and Daddy Mike went on a trip without me and they took BOTH computers, so I was back to doing things old school with a pen and paper. I did get to have a long weekend sleepover with my friend Jane and her family. It was soo fun. They let me do whatever I want! But when Mommy and Daddy Mike came back, I realized I pretty much get to do whatever I want anyways.

Unless I play with toilet paper. I thought this was a new toy for me that Mommy had left in her bathroom for me to find. How I was supposed to know that humans actually use this stuff? Don't they have someone to come by with a plastic baggie and pick that stuff up? Instead they have to do it themselves. Yuck.

Anyways, it was fun ripping it up until Mommy realized this was her last roll and she took it away.