Snort. Burp. Wheeze. Hello, this is Cookie. Lately it has come to my attention that Cookie Crumbs has been commandeered by my mom, who just loves telling the world about my exploits. Well poo-poo to that! She has gone to Seattle this weekend to visit my bulldog cousin Lucy and bulldog uncle Winston so I will be in charge around here for awhile.
Here are Lucy and Winston for your viewing pleasure.


Things sure have been hot the last few days in the Bay Area. I have been beating the heat by sucking on ice cubes and my latest chew toy, a thing called the Chilly Bone. In addition, I spent most of Saturday lounging on the cool garage floor as my dad worked on his old motorcycle. Here he is mugging for my camera with his 1971 Honda CB450…

What a doofus!
The garage floor cooled me off so much that I found it agreeable to periodically move out into the sunshine of the driveway until I got hot again. This occupied most of my day along with chasing one cat and achieving what I like to call a “turdfecta”. I’ll let you figure that one out.
Today, Sunday, I awoke at 6:10 AM relieved to find the heat wave had finally moved on. This combined with my earlier than usual 6:45 feeding had me rearing to get going on the day. My dad decided on breakfast at Sam’s Log Cabin in Albany and I was surprised to find I was included in his plans. We sat on their back patio and he enjoyed the egg special and fresh squeezed OJ while I snacked on treats he had brought from home. They were great, but what I really wanted to eat were the wisteria leaves that were blowing about. Good thing Dad reminded me of their toxicity to doggies or I might have been in trouble. Whew!



Following our yummy breakfast, we headed over to Mudpuppy’s Tub & Scrub for my biweekly bath. It felt great, but I can’t say the same for the medicinal ear wash that Dad insisted I receive. We go through this every two weeks, but I am still not a fan of the procedure. It wasn’t made any easier by the fact Dad kept singing along with the Muzak while he scrubbed my assorted folds and wrinkles. Songs like “Carry On My Wayward Bunz”, “Listen To What The Bunz Said” and “Hot Bunz In The City” were particularly grating. Anyway, I’ll always remember this bath because it was my 11th bath at Mudpuppy’s and thus was free! To celebrate they rang a big bell which got me excited enough to really pull on my leash and drag Dad out the door where he gave me my peanut-butter treat that all dogs get for bathing at Mudpuppy’s. My only regret was that it wasn’t still 95 degrees because Dad had promised me a Frosty Paws. He said it was too cold outside and that I’d already had enough treats for a 48.7 pound bully. Whatever.
Anyway, we’re back home now and I’m telling you, this blogging thing is fun, but it’s a lot of work. I think a long nap is in store while Dad watches the Tiger game on MLB.com. Hurry home Mom, I miss you!