Pretty in Pink

I have been begging Momma to let me open the mystery box.  Days have past; maybe even a week.  What the heck, Momma?  Put away those school books and help a pug!

I tried to open the box myself but realized that I just couldn't do it.  I sure wish I had some thumbs.

Late last week we finally had the box opening party.  YAY!  

"Hurray up, Momma!  My clothes are going out of style!"

What could possibly be in this box?  I have been praying that it is a giant bully stick ever since Momma brought it home.  Some of my friends think that it's a Christmas tree but I highly doubt it.  

WAAAAHHHHH!  It's not a bully stick!  

It's a Christmas tree!  You guys were right!

Once Momma got it out of the box we had to decorate it.  I didn't have any ornaments so I sent Momma out to do some shopping.  I offered to go with but she told me that they don't allow dogs in the craft stores.   Dogs aren't allowed but crazy crafters are okay?  Whatever!

Momma bought me the most beautiful ornaments for my tree.  This little T is perfect because it lets everyone know that the tree belongs to me.

There are 3 little dragonflies on the tree - one for each of us.

I asked Momma to get me an ornament for Stubby so she bought this star because Stubby is the brightest star in the sky.

And a tree isn't complete without a tree topper.  Perfect!

Momma found me the perfect tree skirt.  Santa Paws will definitely know where to leave all my presents.

Ta da!

I needed a nap after all that decorating stuff.  I think I might just sleep here until Santa arrives.  Only 13 more sleeps!

I Think There's Been a Mistake!

I may not look too perturbed in this photo but I really am.  

Apparently, Momma read an article on the Huffington Post this morning about the top 25 dog names of 2011 and my name wasn't on the list.  As if!  Don't the experts know that Tiffy Tippy Toes was THE most popular name this past year?  What type of so called journalism is this?  While I understand that the list is courtesy of the Banfield Pet Hospital, the editors at the Huffington Post need not look any further than all of us here on blogger for the most popular dogs names.

I'm thinking about writing a letter to the Huffington Post so let me know if your name failed to make the list and we can start a letter writing campaign!

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Momma thinks it's still October!

Mystery Box

I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving.  I have so many things to be thankful for that I forgot to do a post about them.  Go figure!

Anyway, I didn't have any turkey for Thanksgiving but I had something even better.  I'm not going to tell you what is was so you have to head on over to the 1,000 Pugs SYOP Contest to view my entry.  Trust me - it won't gross you out but it may freak your peeps out.

Momma has been super busy, but last Tuesday her and Daddy went out to do some pre-holiday shopping.  Momma doesn't like crowds and refuses to go anywhere near the stores at this time of year unless absolutely necessary.  So off to the stores they went while I stayed home and vacuumed.  Just kidding!  I was sound asleep while they spent all my treat money buying a humidifier, winter coats, and a mystery box.

"Momma!  I need to get my beauty sleep.  Why did you wake me up to show me a dumb old box?"

"WHAT?  It's for me?  What is it?"

Of course, Momma wouldn't tell me what was in the box so I decided to sniff around it to determine if there was food in it.  

"Smells delicious!  I think it's a giant bully stick!  Open it, please!"

"What's that, Momma?  Take a closer look?"

"Um, okay.  There's something pink sticking out of the box.  What does this mean?"

Momma wouldn't open the box so I guess I'll have to sit here until she decides to do so.  I've determined that whatever is in the box is not edible.  That's not to say that I don't want it; I want whatever it is since it's pink. 

If you have any idea what could be in the box please let me know.  The suspense is killing me!

Wordless Wednesday

Not Leaving on a Jet Plane

I'm kind of bummed out today.  I was suppose to be going on an adventure today but something came up and now I'm stuck here.  

I was going to go on one of these 

Heading to here

To visit this guy.  

Yep, it's true.  Puglet called a couple of weeks ago and asked me to come out to his place.  I was actually going to meet him, Dutch, and their human.   But Pug got the Cough and then Dutch got the Cough and since Momma didn't want me to get the Cough, we decided it would be better if we didn't go.  WAH!

Momma even bought me this cool carrier.  It didn't come in pink so I got a silver one.  Momma has promised to decorate it with pink ribbons so everyone knows it's mine.

"What's that, Momma?  Show everyone how I go in the carrier without being coaxed, offered food, or by brute force?  No one wants to see that!"

I'm not real keen on going in the carrier but Momma has been working with me.  We practiced every day for almost a week before the trip was called off.  I don't really like my whole body to be in the carrier but Momma said that's the only way they will let me on the plane.

The top of the carrier comes unzipped and than it's not so scary.  It doesn't look like I fit in it but I do.  It's designed for dogs up to 15 pounds which is why Momma doesn't give me any treats.  I'm tipping the scales right around 14.5 pounds so every morsel that goes in my mouth means there's less chance I will be doing any traveling.

Momma is much too slow to zip the carrier up when it's fully open.  I know this so I tip-toe in to get the treats she throws in there knowing I won't be trapped.

"Are you sure we can't go, Momma?  I promise not to get the Cough!"

Since I'm stuck at home now I'm looking for stuff to do.  My trip was packed with fun filled adventures so now I have to create my own fun.  Maybe my stuffies want to play.

"I'm bored, Momma.  Let's go somewhere and do something.  I know it's only 39 degrees out but I already have cabin fever."

Maybe I should carve my pumpkin.  Halloween was only 18 days ago and here my pumpkin sits, rotting in front of my eyes.

 "Silly old pumpkin.  What am I going to do with you?  Maybe I can eat you!  How many calories do you contain?"

Maybe if I sit in the carrier Momma will have second thoughts about the trip.  It's not too late to catch a flight today.

 Sigh.

Wordless Wednesday

Cold Weather Woes

Suddenly, like overnight, the weather has turned cold.  Cold as in the low 30s with a wind chill.  Brrr!  This is definitely not Tiffy weather.

I hate the cold but luckily Momma has bought me some winter coats to keep me nice and warm.  I generally run out to the yard, do what I have to do, and than run back in the house but  if I have a coat on I will fully patrol the yard.  Today Momma came home with this coat and let me tell you I hardly felt the cold while I was outside.  

I was fine until the wind picked up and then I ran like crazy back to the door. 

I just don't think I'm cut out for Chicago winters so I think I'm going to head back to Texas for the winter.  I'll be having a garage sale soon since I won't be needing all these warm weather clothes.  

I know, I know, Momma will miss me but it will give her an excuse to get out of the cold to come visit me.  Plus, Howie needs me.  He is constantly calling and texting me begging me to come back to Texas.  What's a girl to do?

Happy Halloween!

I know I'm almost a week late in posting pictures from my very first Halloween but don't blame me.  Momma has been crazy busy with this and that so there's been no Tiffy time.  WAH!

I also just realized I am missing the Spooky Sunflower Soiree over at Wilma's house!  Please forgive me, Sunflower Girls, for having a slacker mom. 

Momma bought me several Halloween costumes, one of which I sent to my good friend Payton because it was too big for me.  I thought maybe I was out of the woods until Momma came home with this crazy costume.  I wouldn't even hold still so Momma could take my picture.

"Even though there's pink on this costume, I do not want to be a unicorn.  Take this crazy thing off me!"

Momma thought I would make a good witch but I wasn't having any of that hat stuff.  Nope.  Nothing on my head but kisses, thank you.

I really love my fairy wings but they're not a costume.  I don't have a pretty dress that goes along with them like my bff Tweedles does.

I tried to fly away from costumeland but my attempt was unsuccessful.  

And then it happened.  I saw this thing

WHAT???

"Momma, why is this baby gate blocking the door?  What's that?  It's for my safety?"

"I don't understand, Momma.  Why can't I run outside to greet the trick-or-treaters?  I promise not to run in the street and get hit by a car."

 Momma was having none of that 'I promise' stuff.  She doesn't trust me at all.  I admit that I like to chase people and cars but that doesn't mean I am going to play in traffic.  As if!  I used to live on the streets and I survived. 

"Don't make me put Gloria Gaynor on the iPad and sing at the top of my lungs!"

Even this ghost couldn't talk Momma into removing the gate.  Sigh. I was upset but knew that I had to get my act together because the trick-or-treaters would soon be arriving.  I checked the costume pile one last time and decided that I would dress down this year. 

That's right, folks.  I decided to divide my football allegiance in order to maintain peace in the house.  So a Bears cheerleader I was, even though not many trick-or-treaters could see me in my cute costume.  Maybe next year I will send Momma away on Halloween so that I can give out candy without wearing a costume and without being confined to the house by a baby gate.