I mean, if we're being technical....

Technically I'm still in timeout..... I mean, my foot is.

Also, I'm ignoring you.

Ahhh...Christmas!

I don't know about you, but these penguins look delicious.

Think whatever you want, this is NOT a tantrum!

The Thinker

Omnomnomnom

No words needed:

Mom, loves me :)

Bulldog Bullfrog

Incase no one saw the humiliation that happened to me on Halloween:

Not okay, mom. Not okay at all.

He sees you when you're sleeping.

Mom is making the scariest thing in the world, and after she works on it she hangs it up on her bedroom door. Seriously, this thing is the creepiest thing in the world.

Take a look:

*shivers*  It's like he's staring right into my soul. 

I can't even walk down the hall because he's hanging on that door, and behind the opposite door is the vacuum. 

I'm a prisoner in my own home.

The first chance I get I'm shredding it. 

I was peeking!!!

I know where mom and dad are hiding the Christmas presents! For the right price (that would be 3 treats or 2 slices of bacon) I'll tell the kids.

I'm pretty excited about Christmas, too. Here's why:

     #1. This is my very first Christmas.

     #2. I have a family that loves me.

      C. (hey, I'm a dog- I can't count) I saw a pretty big bag from PetSmart.

     #4. Cat toys aren't that big, so I know that bag has my name written all over it.

     #5. From what the cat told me there is going to be a tree in the house. Yea, insane! 

I'm totally going to rock this Christmas! Who's with me?

You Think This is a Game???

I'm a watch dog! Not someone to toy with!

Mom jingles the evil witch- it's only my duty to come and protect her.

No matter what.

But seriously, has this woman never heard of the boy who cried wolf?

Me and my Bone

Wait hang on, my favorite is coming up:

You can see how much I'm totally enjoying it!

p.s. It was delicious!

Watch out! Don't stare directly into her picture!!!!

Today, I looked into the eyes of satan.

I was just laying there, minding my own business- sucking on the face of my stuffed cat (don't judge me, you don't know what I've been through) when I felt the icy shadow pass through the room.

Being the super-awesome-guard dog that I am I went and investigated.

I went into mom and dad's room, and there perched atop the bed was satan herself-

Don't stare directly into her eyes! She's steal your soul!

Float Like a Butterfly?

Who says a guy can't be a butterfly?

Wait- what's a butterfly?

Ach! Help! Something's on me!!!

I'm being attacked by a giant butterfly!!!

Oh my!!! I am delicious! 

Now get it off me!

Forget Terminix!

Yea, I've seen your Facebook photos circulating of big scary spiders. I'm here to tell you I'm not afraid of them.

This is what I do to spiders!

You are welcome, mom. I chewed up your favorite flip-flops as payment.

I'm Ba-a-a-a-a-ack!

Boo-yah!

Did ya miss me?

So far today I have chewed up a chair, a wicker basket, a sock, and all of the middle-little's medical tubing for his nebulizer. I have knocked over a lamp, an end table, and a laundry basket. I also chased the cat twice.

I am not ashamed.

p.s. I'm tired now.

Update from Mom

Hey everyone, this is Riggs' mom, Lisa.  If you're following me on Facebook or Riggs on Facebook then you know he hasn't been feeling well.
We visited family this weekend, and he got into something that he shouldn't have. Our guess is chinaberries, and though we THOUGHT we kept him out of them, we are talking about Riggs here and he chews on everything and gets into everything.
When we got home he was very lethargic and tripping over objects. We thought he was just tired from the trip and all the excitement and shrugged it off. But by Monday morning he was vomiting. So after we brainstormed that's when the chinaberries came to mind.
A few calls later we were giving medicine and trying our best to help the big guy. It was a long day and one heck of a night. He still is not 100% back to himself, and it breaks my heart to see him this way. Keep him in your thoughts please!

55 MPH Walks

Sometimes mom takes me on what I like to call "super walks". She loads me up in the Traverse and I don't even have to wear my leash, but I do have to have on my harness. Mom says that I have to be secured if I'm in the front seat because I'd become a 'bulldog bullet' and go flying out of the windshield if we were in a wreck. Oh-my-gosh-that-sounds-like-so-much-fun!!!!! But mom says I'd be dead-dead-dead, and dead doesn't sound like fun.
Okay, so back to these super walks, we load up and I don't even have to move my legs. It's like magic. Seriously, people. We move so fast! Trees go flying by - I can't even smell them!!!
But sometimes we stop. I don't know why we are stopping. I do know that mom owes A LOT to the swear jar and that there are a lot of "morons" and "idiots" that need to "learn to drive"- according to her. She also barks out "HELLO!!! WE'RE IN A SCHOOL ZONE!!!" and "Yea, using your blinker is totally optional!" a lot. She's funny.
And the best part- sometimes, SOMETIMES I get to meet new friends while we're on our super walks. See:

I didn't get to sniff this dog's butt, which is a shame. And they obviously don't have their dog secured, BAD HUMAN! But how great is this!!!!????!!!!
Super walks are great!!!

I REALLY love my kitty!

Shield the little ones' eyes! Turn away if you're easily offended! You've been warned!

Here's the deal, mom bought me my very own kitty-cat a few days ago and I love her, it, whatever. It's gender-neutral.

Yea, I know- I hatehatehatehatehatehatehate Sarabi. I LOATHE her. But I love my kitty-cat!

See:

Mom calls me a pervert.

I make this park look good!

Mom took me to the park today!

At first I was a little shy. I just watched from the bench:

 But the kids were having so much fun I knew I had to get in on the action!

There was the slide:

Which I didn't go down without mom, and she wouldn't be on camera going down the slide. Poor sport!

Then the whale:

And the bee:

And the swings:

Oh! And I chewed on a stick, which might not seem like a big deal to y'all, but mom and dad don't let me do that a lot!

By then, I was WORN OUT! It was time to relax!

This is What Happens to Cats!

So, if you've been following me on Facebook then you know that my favorite stuffed animal (kitty) somehow ended up under the tv stand. I tried to convince kitty to come out, I WAS NOT throwing a fit, no matter what mom says.

When mom got kitty out  I got kitty out this is what happened (fair warning, if you're a cat-lover you may not want to watch this):

Yea, I'm dangerous!

*sigh* I'm sorry, kitty! I love you!

On in a Day's Work

This is my day, summed up in pictures:

It's cool, I know you're jealous. I'm awesome.

Halloween This and That

We went Halloween shopping today!
 First off, I got a great costume. But you'll see that later!
I met a friend:

But he flew away when I tried to introduce myself.

Then mom bought me a new t-shirt:

It says "Really, really ridiculously handsome" which describes me perfectly!

And she bought me my very own cat:

One. Spoiled. Dog!

Put a Dollar in the Swear Jar, Mom!

So, the mornings are pretty hectic around here. Dad's running around getting ready for work, the littles are getting ready for school, and mom is trying to make sure everyone is remembering everything. This morning was no different.
Only, when dad left mom had to run out front to give him something, and all the littles were upstairs- that meant no one saw me head to the backdoor.  Um, hello????
A little about me and my "business", I wait until I can't wait anymore and I hit that door running to do my business. I keep mom and dad on their toes.
So when no one let me out I thought "Well, the cat goes inside....so....." Hey, all's fair in love and war and poop. Remember that.
I decided to at least keep it in the same general area and went right by the kitty cat skittles box. You'd think mom would be happy (I didn't even sneak a bite of kitty cat crunchies). Think again! Mom has to put more money in the swear jar now.

But then we went on a ride to the pet store where I slobbered on 4 toys thereby claiming them as mine, forcing mom to buy them. Woo-hoo!

Tonight we're going shopping for Halloween costumes! I'll keep you posted!

I Need to File a Complaint!

Seriously, where do I file a complaint around here?

I am not allowed in the kitchen. It's against the rules, although I think I am doing mom a service by cleaning the floor after the "littles" (also known as the kids) eat. I mean, they say I'm messy- but have you seen the floor after THEY eat? Disgraceful!

So I'm on my rounds today, making sure the house is secure and I see this:

Is this some sort of sick joke?

Not only is that my nemesis but she is in THE KITCHEN, and she is sitting at the kitchen table- LIKE A HUMAN!!!

I had to no choice but to stand  lay and watch.

 I feel that she is mocking me. My eyelids grew heavy, and I was certain that she put me under some sort of cat-atonic trance (you see what I did there?) because when I woke up she was gone, leaving no trace of herself, and even though I barked and barked in the general direction of where she was mom did NOTHING!!!!

I will continue my guard duty post-haste. I am fearless (except for my own gas- it sneaks up on me, and the witch decoration in the front yard...... well, and when mom takes a bath and puts a towel up on her head because her hair is wet. Oh, and helium balloons, they freak me out. And when someone sneezes. Now we're just getting off topic!). I will keep you up-to-date on the criminal activities of the feline that I must share my family with.

Good-bye for now!

My Nemisis

Meet Sarabi:

She's been with the Matthews family for 4 years, she was a rescue as well. She's cute. She's fluffy. And I hate her. But we're working on that. I'm still a puppy, so I can learn to like cats. I know that I like the delicious brown skittles that she leaves behind in her litter box. Oh sure, mom and dad freak out, chase me out of the kitty-room, and then call me "litter lips", but who can resist those crunchy little morsels of heaven?

For now Sarabi hides upstairs, while I'm stuck downstairs. I'm a bit of a klutz and these short little legs of mine can't quite manage stairs YET.  But one day, one day....... I SHALL RULE THE WORLD (well, the whole house anyway).

Seriously, Folks, I Look Good.

This is me now, just 6 weeks after going home with Corey and Lisa. Yea, I'm quite the stud.

This was me after I just came home, you can see where they put all the IV's in my arms.

And this is me...... Oh, come on now, Seriously, mom? This isn't even funny!

A Little About Me

That was me not long ago, what a mess, huh?
I was not healthy.

I was at Chunky Trunks Rescue. Here's what they had to say:

Riggs's Story...

Riggs is a very sweet little guy. Only 6 months old. He has had a rough start to life with pulmonic stenosis (heart murmur) & hypo-plastic trachea (overly small trachea). He is currently recovering from pneumonia. The vets seem to think he could very well out grow his trachea and heart murmur issues. Until then he needs a calm home. He is a puppy but can not be allowed to get over heated or over excited. He has exercise intolerance due to his trachea and heart. He has to follow up with a heart specialist every couple months and is currently on medications which will need to be adjusted as he gains weight. He is very small which could be due to his issues; failure to thrive or he could just be a small guy. He is house trained and outgoing. This guy will not be your outdoor exercise partner but if you are looking for a loving lap buddy he's your guy!

Current Foster Home reports he is playful active and loving but not getting along with their cat. He wants to play but can be a bit too rough. Best to be in a home with out small children (under 8 yrs) as he is still learning to play appropriately. A home without other pets might be more appropriate so that he doesn't get overly excited.

So, I got super-duper sick. Corey and his Uncle Paul (my Godfather) picked me up from Chunky Trunks and took me to the great people at Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialist where I stayed a few days until I was ready to go home to my forever home with Corey and Lisa.

In just 6 weeks at their home I look much better:

I'm one looking guy, right?

So, now I have my own blog because my mom is a SAHM (yeah, how special am I, I get her all to myself all day long and we play ALL DAY!!! How lucky can a dog get?) and she takes tons of pictures of me because I'm so photogenic.

See you soon!