Who Turned The Lights OUT?!?!?

A Belated Happy Birthday, Wee One!

I was out of town for our official birthday together, though I am sure he had tummy full of chicken courtesy of his Gammy. I love you wee one, very very much. You couldn't be a better boy even if you tried. I'm a very lucky mummy. Happy 2nd birthday. xo

Focused on the Task at Hand

All eyes on the bowl.

From the Archives: Going for a Walk with His Uncles...

photo by Uncle Marco.

A Mexican Stand-Off with Toby Over a Treat...

His Arrival is Imminent

He's Got The Front Door Covered

My mother informed me that a week ago he was staring out the sliding glass doors at the back deck one evening. So she opened the door so he could go outside, but being the big baby that he is, he wouldn't step outside. Which as it turns out was probably a good thing because there were two raccoons out there.

When I was home last weekend, he spent an inordinate time at his surveillance post by the front door. And no, there was nothing I could discern outside. I guess it's better than I when I used to come home from work and find him staring up at the wall.

Blissfully Unaware That He Is About To Get A BATH!

From the Buster Archives...

Someone spies a treat on the couch!

From the Buster Archives...

Mummy needs to make the bed.

Gone Fishing...

Happy 4th of July!!!!

Striking a Pose...

With his baby gate and new plaid bed.

And Then There Were Two...

This post is dedicated to the Uncle Eric, who unfortunately is in the Middle East and unavailable to dicuss this latest development at length on the phone with me. We wuff you Uncle Eric!

Yesterday the weest one had a long painful day of dental procedures, which resulted in a few things: 1. finding out that my little man has severe periodontal disease (sad; poor old wee one) and 2. the loss of another beloved "nitty gritty". This last shocking discovery wasn't made until this morning when the little man managed a smile for his mum. And then there were two...

Still Getting a Bang Out of Being Carted Around...

Even if it means a trip to the vet! Hey, wait a minute...I'm at the vet...

Keeping Cool on the Kitchen Tiles...

He's Ready for His Close-Up, Mr. DeMille...

And for a stroll...whichever one comes first.

GASP!

Buster worries whether Uncle Andrew will ever forgive him for not sending him birthday wishes on his proper birthday! I wuff you very much Uncle Andrew!! You of all people should know that I have a preference for the Asians!!!

Much Like Mariah Carey He Prefers to be Photographed from His Right Side...

Someone smells like lavender mint thanks to a much needed dip in the bathtub yesterday...

The Memorials Day

A true patriot in his Air Force jumpsuit/harness.

The Expectant Face of Planet Kong

His excitement never falters.

From the Buster Archives...It's on the Tip of His Tongue

This is an old pic of the wee one that I stumbled across today. I don't see him sleeping with his tongue hanging out too much anymore. I think it's because of all the weight he lost on Jenny Craig.

One of His Five Beds

Snuggled up in his faux suede bed in CT. Hee. Faux suede.

On the Rocks with Salt

Buster's Aunt Lizzie and Aunt Katherine came over to celebrate Cinquo de Mayo with him on Monday, so he had the pleasure of sampling some guacamole and chips. He did not, however, take part in the margarita fest. Poor wee one, I never let him have any fun. Aunt Lizzie took this picture of him with his Planet Kong. I believe he is intently staring an errant chip...willing it towards himself. A wee one Jedi mind trick.

Happy Birthday, Toby!!

I wuff you so very much. Thank you for always giving me my favorite treats even when my mum says I shouldn't have them.

Wee One's a Walrus

And I better not see any comments about him being a beached whale (ahem, Uncle Marco).

From the Kenny Archives: Frosty Face

Photo by Toby...

From the Kenny Archives: A Close-Up

Photo by Toby...

Everyone is Snuggling...

Sweepy Boy...

If only mummy would stop taking his picture, he could get back to his snooze.

He Will Eat Anything, Including Cardboard

I'm guessing it must taste like greenies? My little truffle piggy sniffed this find out from among the recyclables. Good work, wee one.

And, yes, he's been downgraded to the Lite versions. Hee. Although, apparently, I have the world's worst scale because according to the one at the vet's office, someone actually LOST weight. This further confirms my mother that I should be making the wee one chicken. Oy.

From the Kenny Archives: Snuggly Time with Mr. Elephant

He's Back!!

And only two pounds heftier...

From the Kenny Archives: The EARS

From the Kenny Archives: The Little Man Striking a Pose...

My Mother Fed Him So Much He No Longer Fits In His Bed

I actually had a dream the other night that my parents dropped him off and he was the size of a black lab. Hee. In other news, the Kenster got himself adopted last week by a very sweet lady who I am sure at this very moment is spoiling him rotten. The apartment is awfully lonesome, though, without any furry creatures running around, so I am anxiously awaiting the wee one's return this weekend. Though I have a feeling he will be less than pleased to see me as this will mark an end to his month long eating marathon courtesy of my mother. Anyhow, I think it will be a little while before I get used to my love bug Kenny no longer being around. I still find myself expecting to turn around and see his sweet self there. Now if you'll excuse me these darn allergies are making my eyes water....

Missing The Little Peanut...

Dedicated to Auntie Liz Who Hearts My Manly Bark

Thank you for taking care of me after my surgery. I wuff you! Love, Kenny

Getting Some Much Needed Toby Snuggles...

The World's Cutest Patient

That Is Most Definitely NOT Your Bed...

Yes, He Actually Sleeps in this Position...By Choice

Hee.