There's a New Boy in my Bed

Soooo, I just realized I have this post back from October 31st, that I never published. Sorry it's outta date. Not sorry it's adorable.

Boone is a cuddler.

Pat's out of town this weekend which means Boone gets to come upstairs and into bed! Even though Boone is usually not allowed on the second floor of our home, when Pat travels I'm allowed to have him with me all the time. You know, so I "feel safe." Whatever works.

Sorry, I lost the link. :/

Not around here...

Boone takes his role as temporary man-of-the-house very seriously. He's not one of those dogs who kicks you in the ribs or puts his butt in your face either, he sleeps perfectly still all night, right on Pat's pillow. He's close enough to cuddle, but not so close that I can't move at all. He must be making up for his rotten behavior earlier this week, because he is being an absolute angel.

For those of you who don't know, Pat has a very strict no-Boone-upstairs rule. He says it's to eliminate pet hair in the carpet, I point out the cats primarily live upstairs. It's an argument two years in the making and it shows no signs of stopping.

The Terrible Almost-Threes

Over a year ago, we were relishing the fact that our "teenage" dog was acting like an old soul. While his litter mates were literally chewing the gutters off houses, our Boone-baby was just chilling. The worst we got was he wouldn't always listen to a command on the first go; like 5% of the time, we had to repeat ourselves (the horror!).

Then, he hit his terrible twos. He got a little territorial with his toys and a little moodier if he wasn't exhausted. Once again, compared to those dogs that chew through doors, he wasn't that bad.

Then he turned almost-three. As in, in a week he'll be 2 years 11 months. And he's on my last nerve.

That's his pwease-don't-write-mean-things-I-pwomise-I'll-be-better face

Don't get me wrong, I love my Boo. Always have, always will. He's my best friend. He might be my soulmate. I know my husband feels the same way.

But there are days like today, when I'm standing on the side of the road just screaming at the top of my lungs. The construction workers were staring, and not for the reason I'm used to. What he did wasn't so important, just that he did like 46 different things in the course of a 20 minute walk and he showed no signs of stopping.

This comes only a few days after him stealing a slice of pizza right off my plate and getting pizza sauce all over the rug. Then he ate the whole damn thing.

Now for my pledge: I solemnly swear that I will never judge those moms in the grocery store, having a breakdown by the Teddy Grahams and gunning it for the wine aisle.

We're brethren. 

I've been there.

Ch-ch-changes!

Hello again! It's Katie here and I'm taking over Boone's blog. Why? Because he's the biggest dog-blog-slacker I've ever met.

#nofilter

I'm sure you can understand it's a challenge to get a 2 1/2 year old golden to blog on a regular schedule ("do your homework before we Chuck-It"). But seriously.

Originally, Boone's blog was to share all his random, daily adorable-ness, but turns out he does a lot of the same adorable stuff regularly which doesn't make a very interesting read. And him having his own outlet did not keep him from dominating all my other social media, so I'm kicking him to the curb Instagram.

There's so much more interesting dog stuff to talk about, but it's not just the type of stuff the Pup likes to think about.

This is a new era.

This just became a dog-mom-blog.

Boone Does Boone!

Guys, I love Boone.

No, not me! The town!

It's really lucky that I like Boone or my name would be very unfortunate. But it's okay because I love it.

This weekend my mom and dad took me to visit my grandma and grandpa. But the real perk was spending all that time outside, in the mountain air, with my brother from another mother Uncle Spencer. He's the best. Then he's annoying. Then he's the best.

And if that wasn't enough, I got to terrorize Skitty-Scat, my grandparents' 18 1/2 year old cat.

#threepawsinthegrave

Overall, I had a great time. But next time, I hope my parents take me hiking.

I'm the Boy for Mom's Milkshake!

If you follow my mom, and you should cause she's the bestest, you know she's been outside more than inside lately. When my mom was outside planting stuff, she let me come along for a little while. I thought she'd let me stay forever, but it was rweally hot. There's no shade in our yard, so she turned on the sprinkler and we had a great time.

Too bad that wasn't enough to keep me cool and I rweally got tired and she made me go inside. Because I love her, I stayed rweally close and followed her every outside move by traveling from window to window.

You can even see me photobombing a picture on her blog.

Let's play a game of spot the Boone:

If you guessed here, you're right:

Introducing Mr. Dinosaur

Mom might be taking a Friends break from blogging, but not me. I don't care that much about Friends as long as I get snuggles while she's marathoning.

My mom even got me a new friend and he's my very first dinosaur.

I've had a toy named Barney, but I've never had an actual dinosaur. I named him Mr. Dinosaur, but mom keeps calling him Ross for short. I don't know why she calls him that, but I don't think she tried very hard with his nickname.

So far I am being very gentle with him, but I just don't want to play too rough too soon.

Mom's note: Ross's backup name is Littlefoot.

It's Time You Find "Finding Rover"

My mom found a new app that helps people find their Boones when they get lost. It's called Finding Rover and it's free. Fun fact: the word finding starts to look funny when you look at it a lot.

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It uses facial recognition software for dogs and you make a profile for every Boone in your family, including their name, age, breed, and a picture. If you lose your Boone, you can send a notification to other users. If you find a lost Boone, you scan his face and see if he has a profile; if he has a profile, it can connect you to his people.

Here's my profile pic: it's like a facebook, for Boones.

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The big catch is, the more people who use it (and dogs with profiles) the better it works. So I'm asking everyone with a puppy at home to download the app (for iPhone and Android or on the web) and register your best friend: your Boone.

Lots of shelters, vets, and rescues plus loads of individuals (like my mom!) use this program, but it can only help you if your Boone is registered. If your buddy gets lost, you'll wish you had.

My Chair

I have a chair that I love to sleep on.

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It's the perfect size for me to curl up in or stretch out on. I has lots of pillows, including one I find very sexy. ;)

It's my favorite place to sleep or lay down and it's even better when someone else is sitting in it. It's the perfect size to share. Except with my dad. He hogs it and makes me sleep on my real bed.

My calls is my $1300 dog bed. I don't see the problem.

In honor of my chair, I've compiled all the IG photos of me and my chair.

#boonegram #crateandbarrel #thechairscalledwillow #ihadsexwithapillow #imbooneyandiknowit #whyhasntbloggerjumpedonthehashtagbandwagon #hashtag

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Katie and Booney's Day! Of! Fun!

(I hope you all sang that in Janice's voice. I may be a dog, but I am a Rached so I know my Friends.)

A few days ago Mom took me out on an adventure! I haven't been in the car in months, so I was excited to go anywhere. We went to a new place I had never been before but it very quickly reminded me of a place I used to go that I did not like. Mom calls it The Vet.

They poked and prodded me and took red stuff out of me! It was no fun at all. And it was very confusing that everyone who was mean to me there kept giving me treats and telling me how good a boy I am. First off, I know. Second, if I'm so good will you stop sticking things in my Boo-butt?! I don't like it!

Mom could tell that wasn't my favorite place (other than the treats) so afterwards she took me to the park. There were lot's of other dogs and joggers and ducks. But mostly, there was a lot of clover. I loooove clover.

It was so much fun to go and romp in the sun I almost forgot about all the not-fun stuff mom made me do before.

After all that we came home and mom gave me a rawhide for being such a good boy. But before I could finish it I got really sleepy and fell asleep. That never happens!

The best part of everything is I won my diet! The vet said I did so good that now I need to gain weight. I've really been enjoying my extra food and treats every day. Boone-bellies FTW!

the Mysterious Case of Mr. Poopy-Butt

So over Easter, someone fed me something non-Boone approved. I haven't ratted anyone out to Mom & Dad and have no intention to, but a Boone always remembers in case of blackmail.

Unfortunately, my stomach may have betrayed me.

I have no excuses.

What's really troubling is mom has cleaned it using every trick in her book. And there's still a stain. Then, one of her tricks left a bleached ring around the stain. So she's not happy. She says I ruined her rug.

If I'm going down, someone else is going down with me.

The Good Kind of Alone Time

Apparently, Mom and Dad think I spend too much time in my kennel (it's a favorite, even when I'm not confined to it), so they just started giving me free reign while they're away. Sure it's mostly short trips, but I got to stay out for a couple of movie dates and once while mom was at work all day.

This has good sides (couches) and bad sides (Atticuses also on couches), but mostly I'm just confused about whether I should go out the door with them or not.

And they keep talking about my new room, so I think that's coming soon.

Guys, I'm Still Here

It's been almost two weeks since I posted on my blog and thought it was about time to say hi. So hi!

It's been a pretty low key couple of days around here, with my mom being down for the count. That's fine cause I love napping as much as any Rached.

We did have some fun for my mom's/Leo's birthday last Sunday. We went to the new park uptown; Leo stayed home. Because it was a special occasion, I wore my favorite blue bandana.

In case anyone was wondering, I'm not always perfectly photogenic. Every now and then, like everybody else, bad photos happen to the Boone-meister. It was in a shadow, so mom had to brighten it for me, but even with the poor resolution and mom's whack Photoshop skills, you can see that underbite is ridiculous!

No Booney's perfect.

I've Redefined "Snowball"

I did take a snowball to the face, but that is not what we are talking about.

Today, we played fetch in the snow.

We started with my Chuck-It, which I lost. It's about the same color as the snow. So we moved on to a soccer ball.

And then, my dad recreated a picture we took two years ago, almost to the day. It took a lot of tries, but we got it.

Apparently, now that I'm not a baby, it's harder to hold me. Dad is strong though and can lift  more than my 80 lbs.

Overall, today was a very good (albeit cold) day.

Snow is Good

Like my mom, I love the snow. Obviously. My name is Mr. Boone.

Between my mom getting to stay home all day and jumping around in something almost as fluffy as me, there's nothing not to love about a snow day.

Plus, I know this really cool trick:

I can turn snow yellow!

Ummm, Wake Up Mom!

I'm here for cuddles!

Dog Tested. Dog Approved.

Ok guys, my world has stopped. I need a Subaru. I don't even know how to drive, but I sure do like riding.

And here's why:

Omigosh, that is the best thing ever. I wonder if this is what my first family looked like, before I came to live with my people and a mean cat. And the wittle Baby Boone makes me want a wittle brother, but Mom and Dad say he'll be a German Shepherd. Whatever that means.

I also have a second favorite:

...whatever...

Mom's over on her blog, whining about how the TV stand is the same color as the walls.

@BoonesMom: stop being over dramatic. It all looks grey to me.

Atticus...More Like Nemesis

I can't help but notice Mom has been spending a lot of time with the biggest jerk of all time, Atticus. I don't see the appeal of him. He's little, with sharp claws, and he knows zero tricks. He can't shake or stay or even sit. He just does what he wants all the time.

Adding insult to injury, she's cuddlwing with him while wearing her Golden Retriever sweatshirt. He's such a jerk.

Broncos Must Be Meanies

I don't even know what a Bronco is, but I hate it. My dad is probably going to disown me, because he seems to really, really like whatever it is. And I don't even think we live in Omaha. C'mon dad.

The reason I don't like the Broncos is my dad bought a new TV because "Peyton is going to the Super Bowl." I don't know who Peyton is either, but going to my bowl is my favorite time of day, so I understand why Dad is excited for that guy. What's not so exciting is that my parents came home with a big, big box and I had to wait in my bedroom while Mom and Dad had playtime without me.

Bummer.

This is why I have decided Broncos must be meanies: they lead to TVs which lead to Boone-free playtime. And they won't even share all the food that's in their super bowl. So Broncos are meanies, just like Atticus.

What Does Booney Dream of When He Takes a Little Booney Snooze?

Does he dream of mauling Atty
or licking a peanut butter spoon?

Don't you worry your pretty fluffy head,
you can sleep all night in your cozy chair-slash-bed.

And then you can stretch out your paws,
and then you can suppress you dream-time growls.

Booney, Booney, Booney, Booney, Boone,
Boone, Booney, Booney, Booney, Boone, Boone

And if you get swatted by you little cat brothers,
then you're shit out of luck.

What's Bubble Wrap?

Goodness gwacious, what is this super fun thing?! Mom, why have you never given me this treat before? And why are you watching me so closely while I play with it?

Pwease order more stuff from West Elm so I can pop some more balloons.

Now back to playing!

King of the Castle

Now that the windchill is down to zero degrees, mom stole all the blankets to stay warm and she cast off all the "decorative" pillows. Which means I get a pretty sweet pillow-fort to lay on. Mom said something about the prince and the pea, whatever that means.

In case some of you puppy-kindergarten-drop-outs can't count, that's six pillows under me. And that makes me higher than the back of the couch where Grouchicus usually naps, so I win.

The one downside is I wanted to play during all my potty breaks with positive windchills, so now I need to poop. I don't think mom is going out before morning.

Stay warm fur-less fwiends. Doggy buddies: use the potty when given the chance. And go fast so you and your human can come in and warm your paws.

No fwiends, no fun.

Mom is leaving me to go see Uncle Hall's new house. And Dad won't be home for like 14 hours (2 "people hours"). What am I going to do?!

I can't even play with my kitty-bwothers because Leo and Jerkicus are hiding out upstairs.

Alllllll byyyyy myseeeeelf. Don't wanna be alllllll byyy myseeellllf. Anymore.

Hi Guys!

Boone here. Just wanted to let you all know that I'm on the internets now, having fun and making fun of my mom. Pwease stop by from time to time to see what I've been up to. And bring treats.