Saturday, December 26, 2009

I'm Dreaming of an Interesting Christmas.

Ok, so my mom and dad are totes boring because they didn't do anything on Christmas! They went over to my auntie and uncle's place, where I'm not invited, on Christmas eve and had some awesome prime rib and Yorkshire pudding and other stuff and were supposed to bring me some measly scraps and forgot them! Then on Christmas, they stayed home and were totally lazy and didn't even get dressed until like four o-clock and we walked down to dog beach and watched the sunset which would have been cool except the beach was wet because the tide was low and my toes were totes chilly! I wore my new cable-knit wool fisherman sweater which I look really handsome wearing, but my dad had to carry me a lot because I was shivering so much. (Ike's mom here: it was 40 degrees with a little wind on the beach, he is such a baby!) And the worst part was all the big dogs running around because it's the off-leash park and I really wanted to play (Ike's mom here: when Ike says play, he means hang from their necks like a little brown vampire and pull out great tufts of fur) with them but my dad picked me up whenever there was a dog around. And there were tons of rocks with barnacles and barnacles are really sharp so I think maybe I need to wear boots because I have really delicate foot skin.
And then we came home because I almost froze to death!!!!! My mom and dad fired up the grill and made these awesome grass-fed steaks and lobster tails and I got to eat a ton of steak with my boring kibble and the cats got shredded lobster tail on their food being that it was Christmas and all. My mom used the whole Fetchdog gift certificate on me because I'm the most deserving (Ike's mom here: We got the cats some ID tags - they don't have other cat stuff) and all my stuff came in the mail and I got two wool sweaters and a new collar and leash which I will show you soon and they got a puppy gate so I'm not under my Grandma's feet in the kitchen like she says I always am which I'm not.
Here's an old pic of me because do you think my mom could take some pics of me in my new stuff?


Dexter said...

Ike. You are totally misunderstood and abused. A forced march in the freezing cold along the beach? Being scooped up to be carried by daddy in front of all those other dogs (like some baby or something)?

Then again, there was that whole steak thing, right? I mean foodables can make up for a lot of abuse. I hear you about the baby gate. Master is always complaining about me being underfoot in the kitchen too. Hey! Is is my fault that their kitchen is so small that I take up the whole thing when I rest my weary self on the floor? Besides, if I had a proper bed like stupid PeeWee does I wouldn't need to sleep on the floor. Hey, come to think of it, I am abused too! Let's call the animal cops.


Achieve1dream said...

Oh Ike you poor thing. Your parents should have to go to boot camp for treating you like that lol.

I wish it were forty degrees here. I so sick of this twenty degree weather. Brrr


Two French Bulldogs said...

Oh..poor baby Ike..We go through stages of child abuse just like that too...humans!
Benny & Lily

NAK and The Residents of The Khottage Now With KhattleDog! said...

I hope woo made notes of all these offenses fur the upkhoming year!

Of khourse, I think 40 is a PAWESOME temp!


Heather and Pumpkin said...

In Chicago 40 is practically spring! But I am with you on the wet feet - yuck! I'm awfully jealous of your steak and lobster. Sounds yummy!

I can't wait to see some pictures of your new fashions.


Lorenza said...

Hi, Ike!
It does not sound like the best of the Christmas for you! But then, I read the "steak" part of you post and I am so happy things were better for you!
I hope your Mom takes new pictures of you soon!
Kisses and hugs

pam said...

Hey Ike was you giving the raspberries to yer mom in that picture? You are so cool dood (and brave!)

Bobo and Meja

Morgan in Pittsburgh said...

Ike, you know, that doesn't sound so bad,, We were in crates while the peoples were away for like a couple of hours, and they came back smelling like roasted turkey!.
your pals, Morgan & Maisie

Sophie Brador said...

I'll take any photo of you, Ike.

I did get my ball back, but then I threw it at Rosie again, but she wouldn't throw it back. I don't get it. When I throw it at me, she always throws it back.


Petra said...

We had lots of people over here on Christmas Eve, and I even had to share my crate (which is on loan to me from Tad) with a little girl, and she even tried to eat one of my bones.

So maybe your quiet Christmas was a blessing in disguise.

wally said...

Dude! We play in the same way! And I always go for the big dogs. They have more blood to suck, I mean more to love! I especially love ganging up on Rottweilers. Anyway, I hope you had a great New Year's and I can't wait to see pictures of you in your new sweaters.

wally t.

Joe Stains said...

Sounds like a fun Christmas to me. I have never even seen lobster. I think you need a stroller for the dog beach. A heated stroller.

Anonymous said...

nice post. thanks.