What the (*&^!!???

Please excuse my language in the above title...but WE are NOT amused!!!   Okay, I am a PRINCESS.....that has been firmly established.  I am NOT some run-of-the-mill trollop half-breed bitch from the Outback.   So WHAT is Daddy thinking?  He kept saying that Aussie Mom approved it.   So NOW I'm supposed to wear THIS appendage on my coiffure?!  Sorry, dear fans---I'm NOT buying that this is supposed to be some sort of crown....I would've been ecstatic if it was rhinestones at a minimum, diamonds preferably.  But THIS?!   Come on' Daddy...where's the love????

A Humble Mahalo!

Today dear friends is what we call "Thanksgiving."  I know that my Aussie roots don't know this holiday although my Aussie family does celebrate.  Go Colts!!  But I've learned that it is a day that Daddy stays home, my brother and sister have no school, and there are LOTS of great smells in the house.  And everyone is saying "Thank you" a lot...

So.....to get into the groove, even a Princess like moi can be thankful for lots of things in my young life.  I'm six months old now by the way and I am STILL waiting for presents (but I digress)....

I am most thankful that my Daddy found my wonderful Aussie Mom almost a year ago.  From their first cell phone call when Aussie Mom was coming back from a rowing tournament, they have remained in constant contact and I know they were together across the ocean every step of the way from my conception, birth, first 8 weeks of life (Thank you Sam for not sitting on me!), to my horrendous trip across the ocean in that noisy tin box, to finally being in Daddy's arms.  Daddy still is in contact with her almost every day.  Thanks, Aussie Mom, for telling Daddy NOT to hand feed me anymore....but I forgive you.   Seriously, what Princess could've asked for a better beginning!?

I am thankful that Aussie Mom is somehow connected to Dr. Rob (they sure seem awfully friendly???) who knows sooooooooo much about us four-legged Princesses!  What a true gift to be connected to him...what a find?!  I know I'm so healthy because Aussie Mom and Dr. Rob are in cahoots.....

I am thankful that my brother Dig B landed in an awesome home (Aussie Mom sure does pick 'em huh?) where he gets to get dirty every, single day! And run after sheep and everything!

I am thankful for my wonderful family....Daddy, Papa, Sophie and Eli treat me quite well thank you.  Some people say I am spoiled rotten---don't know if it's the three water beds, the gourmet food, the 15 different types of treats, the expensive hair dryer, or my fabulous new daytime dog suite? But I say "let them eat cake!"  I love the ocean, the breeze that blows through my house, riding in Daddy's truck, and playing, playing, playing.

But most of all I'm just thankful that I just AM....I'm allowed to be my best, play, run, lob, and just BE....I'm most humbled.  And for a Princess THAT says a lot...

And now it's my turn to say "Happy Thanksgiving!" to all my friends and fans....

Me and my Throne....

Finally!   I finally received my throne...being a Hawaiian Princess, I expected no less.  It just took Daddy a while to "allow" me (read: GIVE IN) to me being adorable and sitting in this marvelous chair.....As Goldilocks says,....."It's JUUUUST right!"  (And it's even (okay, used to be) WHITE!!!!  Oh, and I did get a bath right after this....

Woe is Me!!! The Pain, the Pain....

Okay this last week was traumatic for me....not a good one.   Bottom line--I was sick.  And it was even more traumatic because Daddy was a WRECK!!!  Daddy thinks it was the swimming pool at the dog park or that yummy (he calls it disgusting) water feature in the pot by the front door which I do oh so love very much.  Whatever it was, I got some sort of bacterial infection and my tummy was--to put it mildly--not so good.  

We went to the vet....I was very happy to see them.  Don't know why considering that they performed my cosmetic surgery there, but then the excitement was just too much....Here I am waiting for Dr. to come in...

I was all pooped out.....literally and figuratively.   Daddy was beyond himself with worry and I got whatever I wanted.  I could only eat little bits of water and food. And Daddy had to stick his fingers down my throat and give me "pills."  NOT very Princess like if I do say so.    He called them canapes but I wasn't fooled...

Well within a day of the medicine I felt oh so much better, but I was seriously liking the pampering.  So between you and moi, I faked just a little.  After all, I am a Hawaiian Princess!  Daddy let me do whatever I wanted and was ESPECIALLY giddy once I had a solid "you know what."  I've never seen him so happy!

He was so happy I was feeling better, he didn't even blink when I went into a flower pot after a rain storm and ended up looking like.....

Notice my tiny paws...I'm particularly proud of them!  I was a mess and very happy.  Of course, Daddy bathed me promptly and now I look like this...

Frankly (and I'd never tell Daddy this because his feelings will be hurt)....I like the "before" better.  I know I smelled better.

P.S.  My beloved fish water pot now has wire across the top....Darn the irony!

Please Help Me! Daddy is Mean to Me....

I don't know why it's so difficult for Daddy to understand.....Since I'm a Princess, I deserve to sleep in the King-sized Bed!!!

I tried to talk with him....This where I want to sleep.  As you can see, it's quite a natural fit for a Princess like moi....

I even tried to be "Cute" which I don't like to revert to but it's oh, so effective usually....

 But he wouldn't budge....

Then I finally just played like I was asleep and couldn't hear him when he wanted me to move....

And then there was this pose.....oh so darling if I do say so myself!  (Notice the mood lighting!)

But no...Daddy gets me down after a few minutes of tubby rubs and hugs and kisses (which I do love).  My Aussie Mum said Daddy would be in trouble if we weren't allowed on the bed.  So I'm telling the world...I AM NOT ALLOWED TO SLEEP ALL NIGHT IN THE BED!

How Many Princesses sleep on a Water Bed!

Here I am, exhausted after doing, doing, well, I ....okay I can't remember but I know it was very very important and I was very, very busy!

I must say I absolutely LOVE my water bed...it's a Cool Bed III.  Daddy fills it with water and it makes it very cool and I get to slosh all over it and it vfeels MARVELOUS......I have another one upstairs in my sleeping crate....that one has a sage green 100% linen sheet on.  This one is colored chocolate.  Don't you just LOVE the feel of linen against your skin, I mean fur?   I'm really very fortunate but I don't let Daddy know that.   I mean otherwise, HE'LL want to sleep on it!

20 weeks and Growing

Here I am in all my pre-bath, pre-brushing glory on a Saturday after a very tough soccer game!  I kept wanting to get in there and play but Daddy said it wasn't for me.  We lost I guess, but I was still happy...although I don't know who was more exhausted...me or Elijah.  It's TOUGH watching all those boys play...


Then I went to get weighed...and I now weigh 37.4 pounds!   Now Daddy says it's time for a bath and a brush....don't know why, everyone knows that stinky is the new Chanel!