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: