The End of an Era

When Curly, Curly's Twin, and the two Tall Skinny Girls came to steal me away from my first home (long story for another day), the first place I went was the "Rug Room." The above picture isn't the first time I was there, but it was a long time ago. I've spent alot of time outside of Hopkins Rug Service and I'm very sorry to see it close; it was always full of such wonderful smells! It was legendary for all of the dogs in DuPont City. Just walking by was intoxicating. My predecessor, Snowball, was a staple around there as well. Most customers enjoyed having her greet them at their cars, but a few were a little afraid of her. That I don't understand - I hear she was a great big lovable ball of fur. Apparently, I'm much better behaved than she was (yet another story for another day).

In honor of the closing of this landmark institution on Dec. 31, 2008, I have created this little video. I hope you enjoy.

I'm really going to miss that place.

So, Where Did the Infant Go?

Grandma came to the house on Tuesday to play with me (and watch The Infant). When she left on Tuesday evening, she took The Infant with her and neither of them has returned since. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. It is a lot quieter around here without The Infant, but I'm not sure that I like the quiet. Granted, I can sleep in the room with Curly and The Guy without having to go into The Infant's room, but really I need something to keep me busy. Since she's not here, I thought it would be okay to bark at the Paper Lady at 3:00am, but apparently that's frowned upon.

And, come to think of it, Curly and The Guy haven't been coming home until late and they smell like The Infant. I wonder if this is a permanent arrangement or if it's only temporary. I'll bet it has something to do with the cold temperatures. I'll let you know when she returns.

Blog Hijacking

Hey everyone. The Infant here. Chillin' in the Bumbo with GloWorm. Mom is home on a snow day, so I didn't go to Grandma's house today. I thought I'd hijack Bull's blog for a few minutes and let everyone know what's been going on.

First, I didn't really appreciate the New Year's Day picture that Bull posted. How embarrassing. To be seen in only a diaper. And posed in such a cliche manner. What was I thinking? I guess I had just a little too much formula the night before at the party at Aunt Caroline's new house. It was BYOB (Bring Your Own Bottle).

And no, I don't smell like turkey (or any other dog treat, for that matter), but Mom does think I smell like raisins sometimes.

I went to the doctor yesterday, had some shots (won't be catching polio anytime soon. What a relief.), and had the official 2 month (and 8 day) weigh-in. I whopping 11 pounds 6 ounces and 24.25 inches. I'm over two feet tall! Almost as tall as my Grandma. That is in the 75th percentile for weight. You might think that means I'm chubby, but you would be wrong! I'm in the 90th percentile for height. Where I get that, we'll never know.

I've gotta go now. I'm going to act like I'm going to sleep so Mom will start doing something and then I'm going to start crying so she'll come get me.

Happy New Year (Part II)