This Dog Needs a Nanny!

I apologize for the lack of posts but Mummy left me without my computer. How rude. While Mummy and Daddy visited family for the holidays, the kitties and I were left with a petsitter. Normally, I am sad when Mummy and Daddy leave for vacation. Mummy said to say she is also sad when she leaves us and would take us with her except stupid fake mother-in-law does not like dogs. Jerk. I send dogbursts in her general direction.

This time was no exception, I did miss Mummy and Daddy. HOWEVER, I did have fun. My "petsitter" who I like to refer to as my nanny visited us at least three times per day and her small humans (children?) played with the kitties and me. One of the mini-humans had the most bestest idea ever: take ME for a walk!!!! It was so much fun to walk with a new person! Even though Mummy takes me for a walk almost every day now, she becomes so boring. She always wants to go in the same direction. *Yawn* Nanny and mini-humans walked a different path and I sniffed so many fantastic smells. Ahhhhhhh....

Mummy and Daddy returned with gifts and hugs. I slept with my head in Mummy's lap last night while she and Daddy watched TV. I love having them back. AND, they brought back gifts to give me. My favorite is the squeaky bear that Daisy slobbered all over before wrapping. I love toys used by other dogs.

My life is back to normal with Mummy and Daddy having returned and giving me lots o' love and attention. And by the way, because I am doing fairly well, I might let the kitty siblings write on this bloggy once in a while because they are very opinionated.

Happy New Year!! Whatever that means!

Happy Holidays!!!!

May you have a happy and healthy holiday!

Licks and love,

Finnegan

Rough Ruff

Monday was an example of a tough day for me. Mum has been trying to set up a play date with my dog friend and she finally worked something out. We were going to drive up to my dog friend's house for me to play with Omes and Mum would be eating dinner with her human friends.

The evening began by Mum letting me outside to do my business and then giving me dinner. Yum. A little before seven, she encouraged me to walk up one flight of stairs. Because she had my leash in hand, I felt so excited about the prospects of where we were going! After an initial struggle, I managed to make my way up the stairs. The key is to go fast. It makes the climb so much easier. Once upstairs, Mum put my leash on me and we headed out the door. This time, I was able to get in the car all by myself with only a little boost. By this point, I was a bit tired but really excited to find out where we were going!!

We arrived at my friend's house and I leaped out of the car (yes, really!). Ome's mummy held the front door open for me and I manage to run into the door. In turn, I suffered a small cut above my right eye. Did I mention klutziness runs in the family? When I stepped into the door, I smelled my good buddy, Omes. He was wagging his tail and I was wagging mine.

HURRAY! PLAY TIME!

Not so fast. Mummy learned it was a mud pit outside so our play time was curtailed to sniffing each other in the dining room and me attempting to steal food off the table, counter, and out of the pantry closet. But Mum! They left the food out for meeeee!!!!! No such luck. Being in a new home with slippery kitchen floors, I became tuckered out pretty fast. I lounged behind Mummy in the dining room and we ended up leaving an hour and a half after arriving. Without play time. GRRRRRR.

I have recovered from my non-play play date and I'm awaiting Omes visit to my house where I can dominate Omes on my own turf and not lose energy in the excitement of the travel.

Lesson learned: I get tired easier than before so play times should be limited to my house.

Ass Kicking Kitten

Meet Millie.

Millie is my mom's friend's new kitten.

She appears to be a fuzzy wuzzy cute wittle kitten.

Be warned, Millie is ready to KICK YOUR ASS.

HA YA!

Why Mom Adopted Me

Here is the reason why Mom Decided to Adopt a

GIGANTOR IRISH WOLFHOUND.

No, not the red head although she is part of the reason. Mom worked with her and introduced Mom to the fabulousness that is the Irish Wolfhound. Actually, it is due to the most well-mannered Irish Wolfhound one could ever meet: Tibet. She is quite a bit smaller than me but...

NOT EVERYONE CAN BE A GIGANTOR IRISH WOLFHOUND LIKE ME. WOOF. Yeah, that's it.