Sunday, November 29, 2009

True Confessions

So it's been one week since the addition of my little sister Thelma Lou. I must confess that Roger wasn't nearly as pleased with his birthday present as I thought he would be. Fearing that he might be starting to slip into clinical depression, Mom decided it best to nip the problem in the bud and sent him to a specialist who deals solely in sibling rivalry and jealousy issues.

After spending day one on the couch with world-renowned K-9 therapist Dr. Burt Medicine Woman, we thought we started to make some headway. Upon peeling back the first layer of the onion, Dr. Burt determined that Roger's biggest issue is sharing − specifically sharing Dad and me with another female in the house. Obviously, he was never exposed as a pup to the big purple dinosaur Barney, who preaches "Sharing is Caring!"

After spending day two on Dr. Burt's couch with learned assistant Joshua T-bone, even more progress was made on getting to the root cause of Roger's problem. It seems that the real underlying problem is his confusion about having been forced to become a Dallas Cowboys fan when he lives in the heart of Pennsylvania, so he decided to take a stand and picked the Pittsburgh Steelers as his team to cheer on. Rumor has is that Roger "the Rock" Rog-lisberger is going to be starting in this week's lineup. Go Steelers!!!

Friday, November 27, 2009

Black Friday

Mom and I typically do our Black Friday shopping online. However, since this is Thelma Lou's first Black Friday, we thought it only fitting that she get to experience the chaos by making a trip to PetSmart. Although our favorite place to shop is Grammy Lee's store, All for the Pet, making the two-hour trip to Severna Park, MD was out of the question on such a busy travel day.

Having spent the most impressionable times of our lives with Grammy Lee, all three of us know that PetSmart is a bad word, but it got us out of the house. I don't know if Roger had his mouth washed out with soap for using the forbidden word in Grammy Lee's presence or not, but clearly he remembers that some words are better left unspoken. One thing's for sure, he was pretty darn proud of himself when he left the store and christened the building by lifting his leg to demonstrate his disapproval.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Introducing Katandy's Lil Angel Thelma Lou

Well, Roger's Birthday Bash planned for Friday night was a bust, because the donor of said bash was "under the weather." We thought it best to postpone the event so that the donor/guest, who's footing the bill, would be able to attend.

After all, a date of birth is just that. Heck, I just celebrated my 2nd birthday (again) yesterday with two of my sisters, Punchy and Juniper. We had a blast! So much so I realized that what we were missing at home was a little sister!

I mean, M&D got me the best present in the world Roger. So why not return the favor? It wasn't until we visited Grammy Lee that it hit me like a ton of bricks that what Roger needed for his birthday was a little bully sister to help deflect some of the daily, ankle-biting abuse off me.

I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce  Miss Thelma Lou Knowlton

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Happy Birthday, Roger!

Today my little, older brother Roger turned three years old  in human years, that makes him a legal beagle. Well, not really a beagle, but he no longer has to worry about getting busted for underage drinking.

No big plans for today except resting up for tomorrow night's celebration. Stay tuned for pictures from the Li'l Punk's party.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Out of the closet

Unfortunately, I once again find myself apologizing for not updating the blog more often. Among other activities, Roger and I have been very busy with Dog Scouts. I won't go into all of our upcoming activities, however, we are going to be bell ringers for the Salvation Army on December 12 at the local Wal-mart in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. We hope you'll drop by to help sweeten the pot. 

With Roger approaching legal drinking age later this month (November 19), I thought that perhaps he might be starting to question his sexuality and decided to come out of the closet. After asking Rog, he told me that the only closet he decided to come out of was a broom closet. As it turns out, he only did so because Dawdy Dawg had given him a "timeout" in the closet for constantly leaving his toys lay around the house, and his only salvation was to "come out" and dust and sweep the entire house before Mom got home from work. 

After getting off the phone with Puppies & Youth Services, Rog seemed rather dejected to learn that there are no labor laws preventing parents from having their children perform work in the household -- even when it involves wearing a silly French maid uniform. Although I'm not sure that he has a little leg to stand on, he's considering asking the Law School's Civil Rights Appellate Clinic to review his case.