Wheelin' Mutt

Today is dedicated to promoting my Mom and Dad's Wheelin' Website. There is a bunch of cool stuff for people that like rock crawling and 4-wheeling and now there's stuff for us dogs that like to go, too. The human stuff is called "Wheelin' Nut" and the dog stuff is called "Wheelin' Mutt." My Mom is so clever for coming up with Wheelin' Mutt. These are the items for sale for Wheelin' Mutts. Click on any of the pictures and they'll take you to the Wheelin' Mutt section of the website. There's also some of my Mom's art stuff on that site. The Wheelin' stuff is more popular though. I'm hoping Wheelin' Mutt is popular, too since I was the inspiration for it.

I think tonight my Mom is going to borrow camera batteries from work and we're going to work on our Christmas pictures. I have to get my letter to Santa in tomorrow since I won't be able to post on Friday (Mom and Dad are taking the day off to spend with me!!). Plus, Mom wants to get the Chrstmas letter sent out pretty soon so she can focus on making cookies and pies and snack stuff for Christmas. I love helping Mom make Christmas cookies because she's a slob. We have a system worked out so that she doen't trip over me while I'm cleaning up her mess on the floor. Our kitchen is really tiny so there's not much room to move around in and if you're not careful, you get tripped over a lot. Mom is pretty good about not stepping on me while I'm helping, but Dad always steps on me while he's cooking. Mom says she learned to cook with dogs running around the kitchen so she's used to it. She said at the mean lady's house she had to work around a St. Bernard!!! Ther's no way a St. Bernard would fit in our kitchen!

Mom grounded Sasha today and maybe for tomorrow and Friday, too. Sasha gets into the bathroom trash and she usually leaves it in the bathroom, but today she drug it out into the living room. I told her not to do it, but she thinks because she's older, she doesn't have to listen to me. I'm totally smarter though. When Mom walked in at lunch time there was kleenex all over the living room. Mom got totally grossed out and knew exactly who did it. I used to take the blame for everything no matter if it was my fault or not. When Mom walks in and I lay my ears down and curl my tail between my legs, she knows I'm guilty for something. Sasha went to hide and I did lay my ears down or tuck my tail so she knew it was Sasha, plus she's seen Sasha get in the bathroom trash before. I prefer the kitchen trash. If I'm going to get in trouble for getting in the trash, I make sure it tastes good! Bathroom trash is yucky!!! So she's grounded until Mom decides she's not anymore. Mom caves so easily though, so Sasha isn't too worried about spending too much time kenneled up.

I'm going to go take a nap now. The boxer across the alley has been quiet today and hasn't been outside when I've been outside which has been really nice. He asks such stupid questions!! Wish me luck tonight!!