Anyway, I told mom, no sweat cos I have a few stories this morning to tell. First it is about MY DAD. Well, we live in town, and we have a yard that is mostly a hill and mostly shade. Not the most ideal circumstances to plant a garden. Dad has always grown super hot peppers (and he gives him all away) in these green buckets that he puts on one side of the house, but this year he found one sunny spot right behind ALCATRAZ, and he tilled it up. It is about the size of a small car. So MOM was all excited and planted 3 little tomato plants and one zucchini plant. Dad was gonna plant just a few big tomato plants. Guess what, apparently he found a good sale on plants and he planted 25 FREAKIN Tomato PLANTS!!! Remember it is just a little spot. Mom laughed and laughed (well maybe she really yelled....) and said when they all start growing it is just going to be one big tomato plant....Dad told her to have a little faith. Yesterday a big windstorm blew through and now all dad's plants are laying on the ground, we are waiting to see what happens. Oh yeah, he planted one tiny row of green beans for him, well for ME!!!!
Last night at our house we as in me and the sibs had a big ole fight and had to all go to separate rooms in the house to calm down. Mom said one minute we were all playing around her feet and the next minute it was like a fighters ring. I had hold of gussie's pug fat shaking the pee out of him, maggie had hold of me, and gussie was swinging at both of us with his paws. Mom reached in and grabbed gussie (cos he is the babyyyyy) and yelled at us .....well we finally stopped but I was all upset making my pug screams, and maggie kept getting all gangsta on me and getting in my face when I was trying to calm down. Mom put gussie on the porch, me in the utility room and mags in the kitchen. We had to stay on time out for 20 minutes. Maggie cried and cried, and gussie just stood at the door looking in, and I figured while I was in captivity I might has well be productive so I ripped up the pee pads, and then peed on the floor.
Speaking of pee pads, Mom doesn't know what is going on with me but I will not let maggie or gussie use the pee pads, as soon as I see them go into the utility room, I run in there and stand over the pads, guarding them from any pee that would ever touch them. Mom, get pretty peeved about it cos gussie is doing really well with using them, and now mag's is all confused cos she thought that was what she was supposed to do....I figure those are my pee pads, and it doesn't matter if mom puts down 1 pad or 3 they are all MINE, !!!!! You can only imagine the amount of pads we go through!
Here is a new picture of Baby Bean...I think she looks just like me!