Friday, August 6, 2010

Diissssneeeee

Cooper and his dad came over last night for a play date. I played with Cooper and his dad played video games with my dad. I overheard them talking and they are going somewhere together...I don't know what this place is but it sounds like Dissssneeee...where dat?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Something strange is going on...

I don't know what yet, but something is happening. I can sense it. Mom has been on the phone non-stop. Dad is packing his bag.

Oh no! You don't think they are breaking up??!!!

The faces of Basil


Sometimes I feel like a pug..


I look like mommy!


Argh! You fed me after midnight!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

I will not eat eggs

I read that adding an egg into their food every once in a while is good for frenchies. I cooked an egg once and Basil wouldn't eat it. I thought he might eat a raw egg so I cracked a raw egg into his bowl. He trusts me and has never given me a hard time about eating anything. He took a few licks to it and I thought he was liking it. I was sitting at the dinner table with some friends having a conversation. I got up to go get dessert ready and stepped into something mushy with my bare foot. I looked down and wouldn't you know!? I stepped into a huge pile of Basil's vomit. He yacked up his entire dinner from earlier. Everyone went running away from the table and I had to wipe my foot and then scoop his dinner up. Thanks all!

I got the point Basil. You don't like eggs. I will never give it to you again!

Playdate with Tego

My friend Tego came over to play with me the other night. We had soooo much fun!


Come on! Wrastle me!!


Tego: I'm thirsty and I like your bisteque.


Tego was looking for more of my mom's tomatoes.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Meet Pickles

In the fall, Basil meet a baby pitbull named Pickles. She was adopted to keep another pitbull in the family occupied. Pickles was so cute!







Sunday, August 1, 2010

Me and my new Ride

Carmel's human gave me a ride in her wagon the other day. He was soooo jealous barking at us from his window. At first I wasn't so sure of it. It didn't have cushy seats like my dad's car.


Hey mah, can I go play with G?


Peace out!


Oh no, you're passing our driveway! Mom doesn't let me go that far. I gotta jump out! See ya!

And I ran back home to my mah.