Eyelid.

So I have this thing growing on my lower eyelid and it's really itchy and like doubles in size every day and my mom had it tested and it's benign which is good. The doctor stuck a needle in it and my eye filled with blood and I looked totally psycho and I wish my mom had a pic of it. But it's really bugging me and I'm totally embarrassed. Maybe I'll post a pic later.

The TV.

So my mom and dad were on the TV tonight in this video about Barack O's inauguration but they were just in the background but super excited because they are now most famerous.



More later on what my dad and I did while my mom was away.

When Mom's away.

The Ikes do play! So my mom went to California to visit my Uncle Travis and his family and left me here in the cold, all alone with Dad and the cats and Barack Obetta the fish. I'm trying to pretend that it's ok, but I would totally rather be in Cali right now because it's seriously 100 degrees warmer there, seriously.

Farting.

So, I don't know if you know this about me, but I loooove to fart. I sit next to my mom and dad on the couch and all I hear it squeak or poot or reeeet or the SBD psssshhhh and then an explosion of "OMG Ike, that is terrible, I think I'm gonna barf!" and they laugh and laugh and laugh because farts are super funny so that makes me a really funny guy. I just lay there like nothing happened, but inside, I'm laughing.
I also like to rip some ass under the covers in bed, so when my parents turn over, it foofs out like a wretched death cloud. Yeah, I know I am laying under there smelling it too, but I eat my own poop, so smelling my own farts is nothing, right?
Are all of you super farters too, or is it just us smoosh faced dogs, because my mom works with dogs at the clinic and she said the bulldogs are the worst, with Frenchies, Bostons and pugs coming in a close second.
And here is a picture of me and my dad, and it looks like I'm sleeping, but I'm really farting.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Ok, so last night, I spent the night with my mom and dad at my auntie Kathryn's and uncle Ansel's house because they had a small new year's party and I met a new friend named Jason. Uncle Ansel and my mom have known Jason for a super long time, like since they were 3 or 4 years old, and it was nice to see him out and about because 2 weeks ago, the weekend before Christmas, some bad dudes jumped Jason and stole his money and broke his face. So he has titanium plates in his face and bruised ribs and his mouth hurts really bad so he has a hard time eating. And another crappy thing is Jason didn't even see the person or people who did it because they must have decked him from behind and then he was unconcious outside for like 2 hours and could have frozen to death and that makes me wonder what is wrong with people because a dog would never do that. And of course Jason is the nicest, most non-violent hippie guy you will ever meet!
So I am dedicating this post to my new friend Jason who I hope has a much better year and doesn't break any bones this year (he's also very accident prone and has had a broken arm 5 times! among other injuries, surgeries and breaks.)
So to my new friend, Jason, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

And this is a picture of me doing my new year's resolution - sleeping more!

Waiting for that ice to melt!

Ok, so when I walk outside, it's all ice because we had like one warm day a few days ago and a bunch of the snow melted but didn't have anywhere to go, so when it got super cold like it is now, it all turned to ice. So when I walk, I slip like Bambi and it's hard to lift my leg to pee so I've been squatting and I pee all over my front leg which my mom isn't too crazy about. Does anyone else have such bad weather that they urinate on themselves - sheesh, I can't wait to move!

And here are some pictures from Christmas:
This is a picture of me in my crown from a Christmas cracker.


And this is a picture of me wearing my new shades, bandanna and flight jacket that my friend Tom bought me. Thanks Tom!


And this is a really embarassing pic that my dad took of me falling asleep during a nail trim and my mom insisted on showing it because she wants everyone to see how good I am for nail trimmies. Whatever.

Merry Christmas to All!

So this morning I woke up and Santa filled my stocking with treats! I thought I would be getting a new sweater or jacket, but my mom said I have too many, which is pretty awesome because I'm tired of getting new sweaters and I prefer treats!
I hope everyone is having a great Christmas!

What is in this fine-smelling stocking?

This is a picture of me eating a beef stick that was in my stocking and I love it so much, I'm smiling like Joe Stains!