Boundarees, I don't has them...

Here's something that I love. My mama. She's the bestest. She feeds me and she pets me and she takes me outside and she takes me to the dog park and she loves me the bestest. She's my person and I love her.

Dats why I always, ALWAYS, has to be rightnexttoher. She is gone most of the day, so I sleep on her tshirt so I don't misses her too many. But when she is home, we is like peas and carrots, potatoes and broccoli, poop and puppy bags, peanut butter and pickles, you know.

Mostly, mama loves getting all my loves and tensions.. but sometimes she yells at me cause I trip her accidentistly. I don't mean ot..I'm jsut tiny and sometimes I get in the ways. sorree.

Here's some pictures of me being cute.

Mommy got new britches from the target. I wanted to show her that I support this purchase.

I like to sleep on mama's pillow wit her. she likes it. sometimes. cepts when I have bad breath.

Oh hi, being cute.

Ok, TTYL.

Blinds, I'm blind!

So, when my mama goes to the worky works, she likes to put me in my crates. She say it's bcuz I likes to chew on things and jump on the dining room table, but that ain't true. She's confusing me with me alter ego, Lebron James. Levon is an angle, Levon no do bad. Lebron is bad, Lebron eats mama's shoes.

Dis week, I decided that I will NOT go in the crate. No matter whats. No way, No How. I fugired out that mama can't reach me under the beds, so I go to there as soon as I got outside to tee tee pot.

At firsts, mama tricked me into coming me out with toys and tweats and opening the front door like wewas leaveing or sumthin. But, I no fool. I knowed what she was up to and now I don't come out for nuthing.

Finall mama gived up cause she was lates for work. So, she left me out of the CRATES!! Win for LEVON!

I decided to celebrate my new freedoms and mockercy by jumping up on the diner table. Problem is, I forgetted that I can't get down by myself, I need my mamas for that.

So, I sat and I sat and I sat on the table and I smelled the pretty flowerz that my mama had but I DID NOT SPILL THEM cause I knew Mama would not like.

TheN! Mama cameded home to see me. I was so ver happy to see her. She laugheded at me cause I was stuck on the table. She said it was a good thing I couldn't get down cause it kept me out of troubles. Dat's true. I had my eye on her new throw pillows... they would have been mine. Dumb short legss.

Now mama has figured out my games and she shurts the door so i can't go hide under the bed no more. So, I'm back in camptivity. Levon not like.
But it makes mama happy and when mama happy, levon gets snuggles and treats.

OoOh, Also! I'm goign to Grammy Tammy's and Papa Mike Mike's this weekend. I'ma play with my cuzin brudder, Osky and my sister ant, Sader Tots. ooooh, maybe snooperly will come to play too... hoooh, so happy.

Toodles!

no like crate.

 

Pukey

Today, I got in trouble. Big trouble.

See, what had happened was. My mama camed home to see me at her lunchies. We went outsides for a few minutes so I could take care of some biznesses.. then we camed back inside and she said that she had to cleans some house stuff.

Levon does not like it when mama cleans. She runs that vacuumy thingy and sprays smell goody stuff and mosts of all, she does not pay attention to me. Do not like.

So, I decided to eat her purse a little bit, just so she knows how I feel.

Then, I founded a bottle of medicines that belong to my mama. I decided to eated them, so she'd know to play with Levon and not clean.

Mama did not like. Mama started crying and call the Betternarian. The Betternarian tolded mama to makey me pukester.

Mama was upset cause she had to go back to werk to get the monies. She calleded up my uncle brad and he said he would come takes care of me. How nice.

So, mama went to the werks and Mr. Uncle Brad showed up with a brown bottle of delicious drinks that he called hydra poxide. He let me have it and told me not to tell no body.

Me not like hydra poxide. Hydra poxide makes levon pukester. Levon not like pukester. Failblog.com

After dat, Mr. Uncle Brad tookeded me too his house to play with Jersey. I think he wanted to distract me from realizing that he just tried to kill me.

So, as soon as he let me outside to doodle, I tried to scape. I shimmied up under the fences and nearly made it out. But my dumb colloar wit my name on it that my grammy tammy (that I love) got stuckeded on the fence and I had to wait der until Mr. Uncle Brad found me and brought me back into camptivity.

My mama is here now to get LOST... hopey she takesed me home soon. levon is tireded.

Dogger Park

Now dat we lives in the poartment, mama takes me to the dogger park so I can get sohshulized.
I has to say, de park is growin on me. The firsted time I went, I was many scared because there was so many doggers and hoomans and sooo many smells. I was whelmed.

One times when I was there, this laber doodie keept runnin at me and I had to bite he. moms said that he was jus playin wit me but I saw his fluffy hairs runnin at me and I not like. So, I bited he.

Then, I got runned over by a brittany spaniel.  i don't wanna talk about it.

yessterday, we went to the BIG dogger park with mama's coworker and her big big big dog, Neely.

Dis is me riding Neely. She's as big as a horse. And very down to earth.

Today, a St. Berdard tried to tell me what's up, but I told her to back up off me. Then mom said we had to leave the park before i hurt a big dog.

I'm bad to the bone. What?!

ok, the oscars (not my brudder, uncle, cousin Oscar) is on. mommy is wearing a big bwack dress.. I don't know why. maybe she wants to look pretty for oscar.

toodles.

Moving, terriers, poopy bags, and other tings...

So, my silly mommy decided that she wanted to live closer to the place that she calls 'the works'. I don't know what the works is cept she leaves me and puts her clicky clacky shoeses on to go to there (do not like) and she says that the works give her monies to buy me kibbles with (like!).

So, we moveded in a couple of eats and sleeps ago... the new place is what my mommy calls a "poartment". I don't know what that means either. cause I'm a dog.

It is smaller than my big house that aunt jersey lives in.. and it has lots of smells that i don't know. And the floor has carpets... Levon likes them cause they are soft and warms on my paws.

Since we are in a new place, I have to protects my mommy from all the strangers that live in the other poartments. Mostly I just bark at them and I say:

"hey, I"m levon and I live here with my mommy and if you messes with her, ur gonna be in big troubles, mister."

Mommy tells me not to be rude to the new naybors, but i gots to protect hers from dem strangers. I've got my eye on a spicious terroroer that lives down the way from us. he mighted be trouble. I will get him.

Sense I'm a city pupster now, mommy makes me wear my necklace whenever we got to the outed doors. I think she does it to keep me from attacking that spicious terroroer. But I will get him one day. You see.

She tookded me to the puppy park the other day but I didn't have the right necklaces on, so moms said we couldn't go to there. Next time she said. I'ma go back to there and I'ma make some puppy friends. Moms said its good for puppykins to get soshulized. I don't know what that means, but if moms says it is good, I beliver. cause shes my moms and she loves me good.

Ok, time to go outside on my walk.

OH... one more thing. Now that I'm a city puppykin, mom has to pick up my puppy poops in a bag. she no like. I tink it is funny.

haha, poopy puppy bags.

ta ta!

Meet my new cuzin/brudder/uncle, Oscar Roden

My Grammy Tammy (The Tamster) and my Pop Pop adopted a super cool black and tan long haireded dachshund. He's a month older than me, but I'm still the boss. He don't know it yet.

My cuzin/sister/aunt, Sophie died last month and my cuzin/sister/aunt, Sadie was really sad without a buddy to play wit at my grammy's house... and since I can't be there all the times to make her more happier, my grammy tammy adopted he from huntsville (don't know what huntsville is, but that's where he come from).

My mama has met he, but ain't yet. Hopefully soon I will get to meet him.. I will tell him all my favorited places to leave my bones and poop.

OK, gtg.. Jersey is eyeing my food bowl. I have to go cut her.