My fwiend Nessie

Sos Mama kitty-sitted for Emily, and I got to knows Nessie. She'd always been around...at least for a lil while, and we'd had a few fun chases. However, I found out what a good playmate she is! She likes to eat my tail, and I come at her, mouth open, but never close it. I don't wants to hurt her. Mama tells me all the time to get gentle because she is tiny. I don't think she's tiny. She can't be much smaller than me. I'm the cutest tinies doggie dat ever was! But I am big too. I tough.

Anyway, sos Nessie and I would play and play and play, and then she'd get tired and fall asleep curled up in my belly! She keeps me warms. I thought she was a little annoying before, but I learned a lesson: kitties can be fun too.

Tuwkey!

I has met the love of my life. Her name is tuwkey. I loves it so much. I eated as much as I could....as much as Mama would give me...but Tuwkey is secwetly evil. It has a magically pwopewty mama said is called twip-to-fan. It makes me sleepies. So so sweepie. I wode the whooooole way home and barely wokes up. So so so sweepy! It tooked me hours to pry myself up and to even wake up enough to begs for more tuwkey. Is so so good. So...so...good.

I Pee da Tree

So I was bad boy, but it maded no sense! Why put a tree inside? Why make any tree that I cannot pees on? I simply thought, "self, I needs to pee. Mommy is busy. I not bother her. I pees on that lovely tree in front of me." I hiked my leg. I peed. Mom yelled. Then she laughed. I hided nonetheless. I do not likes when she yells.

Oh great tree of Christmas, why must I not pee on you? This will perplex me forevers.

Seepy Boy

Mama ain't done much for da last few days...cept sleep. She's still sick, and when she's not sweepin' she's gone...so I seeps lots. She's a nice cuddle buddy. I likes to cuddle. She did roll over on me the other night, because I was cuddlin' close. She squished me! It was ok because she apologized. She did chase me when I pooped in her dress, though. I was just hidin' it!!!

Oh wells, maybe she'll feel better soon. Den we's can do something besides seeps all da time. Dat would be real nice. Like goes to the park and play wid other dogs! Or we could go see Mimi and Pops! Or Daddy could throw me up in de air! Well...maybe not that...dat's scary. At least go for a nice ride...anyways, in da meantime, I can play wid Jax and Cullen and poke Nessie with my nose. She bites my tail. My tail is not a toy!

Breakin' In

So Mama gots sicks, and I tried to cheer her up. However, she wanted Daddy. He didn't answer da phone, so I had to go wid Mama in the car and drive to Daddy's at three in the mornin!

So we get there and the door is locked, big surprise. So Mama opens the garage door so she can slide under and unlock the door inside. But just as Mama got on her knees to reach underneath we heard in a deep, scary voice "What the **** you doin'?" Mama screamed, and Daddy thrust a knife out from under the door at us. I just wagged my tail and said, "Hi! Daddy!"

After Mama kept screaming and crying, he figured out who she was. He said "I knew it was her when I looked down and saw my pajama pants." He thought we was robbin' the house!

After he explained to his Mommie that everything was ok, we settled down in his room, and he took care of Mama with me. He's a good Daddy, even if he did scare Mama.

Maybe she will feel better soon. I sure hope so.

Bad Boy Day 2

I can't helps it I loves to chew! I was doin' so good with the no pees or poops since yesterday, but I had to do something. I did not know the box was special. I did not know Mommy made it for Daddy to put the key to her heart in last Valentine's day. I did not know how upset it would make him. I did not know he would spank me and yell at me and throw me the cave! He shut me in the cave for a whole hour! I APPOLOGIZES MOMMY PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME BACK TO DA POUND! DADDY SAID YOU WAS GONNA TAKE ME BACK TO DA POUND!

But Mommy hugged me and told me it was ok after my hour long time out. Then she lefted me all day in the room...I will not poop. I will not chew. I will not poop. I will not chew. I says it over and over and maybe it will come true.

Baywee

Bad Baiwee

I are bad baywee...Mom found my secret spot...

She thought I was being a good pooper, but I was being a private pooper. I was crafty but not no more. She went into da closet to find I had pooped, again...

She picked up dat poop, but then she noticed I had other poop hided in clothes. For over a week I had been taking da clothes from the clean basket and putting dem on top the poop to cover it. I had a whole load of clothes piled with poop and pee...until Mommy founded it...

And den...she spanked me. I felted so bad. I pwomise to never poop in the house again! Mommy pwease don't scolded me again! Pwease Mama, pwease!

She lefted me all day, and when she returned, I hugged her so hard. I said I sowwy Mommy! Pwease don't scold me again!!!

So dat my story...
Forgives me world.
I a poor pooper.

Today I take care of Mama

So my mama is sick, and I took care of her all day. And by taking care, I mean I cuddled with her, eated her cough drops, and slapped her face this morning because she was breathing funny. I did look at her in the bath, too, because she was in there a long time. But I could not stay in that room too long. She might bathe me.

But she felt good enough tonight to put me in a new shirt she bought me! She buys me puppy clothes and baby clothes and makes me wear them. I don't mind. I consider myself a fashionista of puppy apparel.

Emily says I should wear it to thanksgiving and be a proper gentleman. I say to that: I'm one already!

Da Bloggin' Baywee

Hi! My name is Bailey, and I am a pomchi. That is a Pomeranian Chihuahua. I was founded by my Mama at the humane society last January. Now I lives in an apartment with mama and dis rat named Maisie that scares me. Daddy comes and visits me a lot, and it makes me happy.

There are also some people who moved in a while ago...Emily and sometimes John, her boyfriend. I like them just fine, but I love her puppies! The big one is Jax. He is my boyfriend. I loves him. The little one is Cullen, and he's ok. He just tries to steal my food sometimes.