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!