It's been a rainy, wet week here on the coast of New York but the sun finally peeked through the clouds today. I took the opportunity to go outside with Ziggy and the cats - ALL the cats, including the strays that stop by our Stray Cat Soup Kitchen! First thing I saw when I went outside were two cats on the roof of the shop - Elvis and Tommy. Tommy booked pretty quickly but Elvis took a liesurely stroll down the roof before jumping off the edge! 
That is definitely not something a dawg could do! 
Tommy seems to be feeling much better. So much better in fact that shortly after these pictures were snapped he beat up poor Elvis! 
Don't worry, Mom ran into the neighbor's yard and rescued Elvis and brought him back for dinner. 
I was very busy smelling cat butts and, of course, marking everything, like the pool cover. 
So much to pee on, so little time! 
Here's a picture of Natty's mom - Pricilla (that's Natty's uncle Cowboy next to Pricilla). 
And Natty's dad Boots.
Look how BIG Natty, the pest, is getting (see Gus & Louie - there is a pest in my dawg house too!) I hope you had as much fun on Sunday as I did!
That is definitely not something a dawg could do! Tommy seems to be feeling much better. So much better in fact that shortly after these pictures were snapped he beat up poor Elvis! Don't worry, Mom ran into the neighbor's yard and rescued Elvis and brought him back for dinner. I was very busy smelling cat butts and, of course, marking everything, like the pool cover. So much to pee on, so little time! Here's a picture of Natty's mom - Pricilla (that's Natty's uncle Cowboy next to Pricilla). And Natty's dad Boots.Look how BIG Natty, the pest, is getting (see Gus & Louie - there is a pest in my dawg house too!) I hope you had as much fun on Sunday as I did!
Unfortunately, my cat-brother Tommy has not been well at all. While Mom and Dad were gone he had to stay in the hospital. They did all kinds of tests on him to figure out what was wrong but it's a mystery. All his bloodwork came back as normal - no Leukemia or FIV, his red and white blood cells were normal, liver and kidneys fine. The VET thinks it's either Irritable Bowel Syndrome, cancer, or a virus. His usual portly physique has been replaced with a new bony thinness that doesn't feel healthy at all. He's on Flagyll, Amoxicillin and Prednesone. Mom thought he was doing better but he cat-yacked this morning. Keep your paws crossed for Tom-Tom! He's the cat that asks for nothing. He's sweet and lovable and drools when you pet him and we sure don't like seeing him under the weather.
I don't know what's going on. I'm confused, disoriented, scared and depressed. Everything in my dawg house has been moved around. At first it was kind of fun - lots of open space to run around in. The openness made my bark seem louder and more ferocious than usual. The kitten found dust bunnies to chase and was in his glory. Then it happened... Monday night the hallway got crammed with furniture and Mom had to squeeze us in to Leah's room. I heard Dad say he was going to sleep in the trailer. 
Trailer? We don't have a trailer. What is a trailer anyway??? Tuesday morning my Mom got up, hurried to get ready for work then put Libby and Natty in the trailer. Libby HATED it! She tried to escape but Mom kept putting her back. The trailer was creepy because Mom covered everything in it with comforters. I wondered why and she said her friend Kathy leant us the trailer to live in while our floors are being refinished and she didn't want us to damage anything so she covered it all. Now, why would she think WE would damage anything??? Hmpf! After locking up the cats (BTW - Tommy has decided to be an outside cat since Natty came live with us so his life has gone on without interruption), Mom loaded Ziggy and me in the car and off we went to her job.
I don't like going to work. I don't know why my mom has to spend so much time at work but, as she's reminded me soooo many times, it's so she can buy us nice things, like food. Work is very stressful for me. So many people to bark at and bite. Ziggy doesn't mind because he actually likes people outside of our family. 
Mom's boss makes me a little nervous too because there is this weird, crazy energy coming off of him that put's me on edge. Wednesday when we came home the house STUNK so we all had to sleep in the trailer that night. Thursday the smell didn't seem as bad. Mom couldn't take it though so she tip-toed over the floor to Leah's room, bringing Tommy with her, and they slept with the windows wide open in 40 degree weather all night. Tonight Dad says he's going to his parents' to sleep with Ziggy. Me and the cats will be camping again with Mom. 
I'm tired, Ziggy is completely exhausted, Libby is beside herself and Mom has a permanent headache from the fumes. No pictures of the chaos but we'll post some pictures of the floor when it's done - this picture was taken after the stain was applied. 
Sorry we haven't visited anyone this week. Once our house is in order we'll be by to say hello!
The views were beautiful and the Monongahela River sparkled in the valley below - great Christmas Card photo ops! They didn't exactly rough it with the food because Mom didn't want to pack all the things necessary to cook so they ate out. The only thing she made sure to bring was coffee! After a delicious dinner at 
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They gathered some fire wood, stoked up a cozy fire and started roasting marshmallows. The pictures sure look yummy!
Sunday came too quickly. After a $200+ grocery shopping trip Mom hit the road, taking a different route home. Even with a little traffic in Pennsylvania and by the George Washington Bridge (is there EVER not traffic there???) she made it home in 7 1/2 hours - not bad at all. Camping was fun but a little creepy since they were literally the only 2 people in the campground. Mom said she'd stay there again but maybe during a time when more people are around.
So mom broke out the new camera this weekend and took tons of pictures of that bratty little kitten in my dawg house - Natty. There are no pictures of me with him, mainly because I don't really like the little bugger all that much. He is kind of fun to chase around and tackle but there will be NO snuggling with me! 
Ziggy and Libby tolerate the brat much better than I do. 
Tommy, on the other hand, absolutely hates him and won't even come in the house any more - he insists on dining alfresco! 
Natty has GROWN like a weed (but I'm still bigger, for now...)!
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A strong plus for the name Pedro was, of course, the character from Napolean Dynamite. That movie cracks my mom up every time she watches it. The clincher for the name, however, were all the fond memories my mom had of going camping for Spring vacation each year with her parents in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. 
Along the way, for what seemed like hundreds of miles, they would pass signs for South of the Border. Any of you who live on the East Coast of the U.S. and have driven on I-95 South through North Carolina or North through Georgia and South Carolina are very familiar with these signs. 
By the time they'd pass the 20th sign, my mom would be begging her parents to stop at the tourist attraction (or tourist trap as her father would call it). The funny thing is, the signs were always more fun than the actual place. 
It seemed that every time they'd stop there half the stores would be closed and never once was the amusement park open. To this day, whenever my mom drives South she stops there and to this day she has never seen that amusement park open! None-the-less, South of the Border and Pedro's signs hold special memories for my mom and so the name Pedro became mine. 
I do have a BUNCH of nicknames (which are not at all dignified) including PeeDee, PeePee and Little Boy. What was the point of giving me a dignified name attached to such fond memories if they were only going to call me by such demonstrative and highly unflattering nicknames? I don't get humans... but I do love mine :P
Tonight the birthday festivities swung into high gear! Leah went out earlier today and did some major shopping for me! I didn't really want to pose with the bag but Dad made me do it! 
I couldn't believe how many great toys and treats were in that bag! Do you see the skunk? It's unstuffed! I can't wait to sink my teeth into it - hehehe. After opening my presents and enjoying one of the treats for awhile Mom surprised me with the most awesome birthday cake ever! 
Can you believe she got a cake for me that looked just like a hot dawg? 
So funny because it even tasted like a hot dawg! 
I had a really, really great birthday! I think 3 is the best one yet for me!
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and is already a pro at Paw Placement at a mere (we think) 4 weeks old!
Mom with Rusty down in Texas.
This lizard let my mom get pretty close. He was BIG! 
My mom has the worst luck with cameras. In the past 10 years she has lost 1 camera, had 2 cameras stolen, outgrew one (it used floppy disks and was HUGE), got pushed into the pool with one, lost one to Leah, and this past week, left her current pretty pink camera out in the rain... The camera that went into the pool dried out and actually worked for quite awhile before it finally quit. The current camera, not so much. So...no camera, no pictures, no pictures, no posts. Before buying a new camera my mom would like some suggestions from all of you on what camera to get. She's looking for high quality pictures to capture me in all my handsomeness without spending a fortune. Help us choose please!.jpg)
UPDATE - So far, this is what my mom is leaning towards. It seems to have alot of the power of the SLR cameras with point and shoot convenience. The fact it uses regular batteries concerns her though.
I recently received this gigantic box in the mail from my friends 
Ok, so we opened my pedestal, er, box and Mom read the letter to Ziggy and me. Lo and behold, the box was not in fact a pedestal but a package containing many wonderful things including 5 new rocks for our coffee table!
Mango told us he set out on the hunt, working hard leading the pack of pugs on their quest for the best rocks for our table. According to Mango though, Ximui and Chubs were more interested in what their mom was cooking in the kitchen than they were in finding rocks in the yard, but he impressed upon them the importance of their mission and so they followed their leader. 
First Mango found the black and red rocks. 
Then together they found the white one.
Once back home, while getting ready to email me the pictures, Mango eyed up his mom's collection of rocks that she had gotten on a trip to Vietnam and thought he would donate a couple of them to the cause. Whoa, Vietnam is half way around the world!
The red, black and white rocks came from Mango's home in Richardson, Texas which is 1,635 miles from my house in New York. The purple and green rocks came from Vietnam which is a whopping 8,882 miles (14,293 kilometers) away from me!
Diving deeper into the box we found this coffee mug for my mom! Libby says, "You're darn right Mango! If you love my mom you better love me too!" Libby looks a little stern in that picture but she's really a very, ahem, charming cat. (She is holding a claw to my throat as I write this but I mean every word I say... really!)
It sure is alot of work for a dawg to do - this is only part of the yard.
I don't really think he minds the work though. Look at how happy he is!
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My mom's niece's husband Daniel has a mohawk too. 
So I decided to go get myself a mohawk. What do you think? Are Dre, Daniel and I triplets or what?
Dr. Dre found some awesome rocks for me at Lake Pend Oreille and he was nice enough to write the facts on the back of the big rock so I'd never forget where it came from.
That sure is one beautiful lake but it looks cold!!! Jessie and Leah brought me into our pool a couple of times in the past week and even 80 degree water is too cold for me! Come on mom, open the wallet and buy some oil so we can heat up the pool!
These rocks are as unique as my homeslice Dre himself!
Look, they even have some bling in them. How on earth did these rocks get those square holes? It's a mystery to me...
Thanks Dre for sending me such great rocks and thanks for making us laugh with your funny, funny, funny blog!
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