There is something growing out of my tennis ball!

There were birthdays?

I guess we were at Gran Davey's house to celebrate some birthdays...? But Bonnie and I were just so excited to play in the yard all day we didn't notice. We wrestled and fetched and had a fabulous time!

Oh. Still not ok?

I chewed up another bed today! What did you accomplish? This is the 3rd bed I have professionally "destuffed" recently. I like to do it after my lunch walk. Jennifer comes home to walk me during her lunch break or Bridget (my fabulous dog walker) walks me at lunch and then after my walk I get a treat and go back into the bedroom and I destuff my bed. And then I wait for Jennifer to come home and let me out and make me sit on my destuffed bed while she takes a picture for me to post on this blog. I think it is a good routine. However, Jennifer is forcing me to ask my wonderful blog readers if they know of an indestructible dog bed? If you love me (dear innocent Charley Dog) then you will not tell her.

South Beach? Atkins? Grapefruit?

Nope! I exercised (walks, ball, wrestling) and ate the regular amount of my food (instead of eating cat food, cat poop, and other yummies) and I am back to my fabulously fit self! No more tubs here! I have asked Jennifer and Matt to call me "Flash," because I am so speedy, but it hasn't caught yet.

In these pictures I hope to show you my mad soccer or "football" skills (I am English so I call it football but I know most of you reading are American and I don't want to confuse you). My special techniques include running very fast after the ball, playing keep away from Matt or Jennifer, and chewing off the excess material covering the ball.

Cheers!

Flash

I *said* I want you to throw my kong!

Tubs.

Jennifer and Matt went to Panama and Costa Rica and I went to Bothel. I stayed at Muffin and Sophie's house for the week. I don't know what Panama or Costa Rica are like but unless there were two dogs named Muffin and Sophie there, Bothel is way better. Muffin was very scared of me at first--he just stood behind Sophie shaking--but by the end of the week he worshiped me and followed me everywhere. And while Bothel was fun, and I was allowed to eat everything I wanted and more (hence my new nickname: "Tubs"), I am very glad to be home.

I'm home!