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Messy Is As Messy Does...

I'm thinking that when "Little Man" eats red Velvet cake, well ...that napkins should be readily available... When will those crazy kids learn :)

Monkey See, Monkey Do...

What can I say? I learn by example... Hey, at least I don't lift my leg to pee.

Did You Guys Want McDoubles...

It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who flips out over McDonalds. I mean, come on, look at Howie and George. Are they looking happy or what????

Anyway, my two fleabags furry friends lost it today when they heard the 'rents ask me if I wanted a Happy Meal. Now, since I'm all about sharing (but, not my Happy Meals), I took it upon myself to order Howie and George a few McDoubles. Nice of me, huh?

Howie L-O-V-E-D his burger and George ate all of his, too. However, George also ate the toy that came with my Happy Meal... Dumb dog. He'll be sorry in a few hours I bet.

I Have Priorities, You Know...

Don't get me wrong, I love a good burger. Who wouldn't? Add a couple fries, a dab of ketchup, and Owen K. is good to go.

However, I have needs. And, my needs include sweets.

Unfortunately for little ole' me, I don't get toothsome treats too often. So, when those crazy kids surprised me with an apple on a stick, I was happy to oblige. After all, I could smell the sweetness a mile away...

I hope my oatmeal is on a stick tomorrow morning. I'll let you know.

Don't Knock It Until You Try It...

I know most people eat yogurt with a spoon. However, as you all know, I'm not like most people.

I drink my yogurt. And if I do say so myself, it's quite fun...

I crack myself up. I really do.

I Love Tim Horton's Coffee...

This stuff is good to the last drop...

Yum. Yum.

My Dad Needs To Learn How To Share...

Sometimes I just don't understand the concept of sharing.

Usually, whenever I beg for food or drink, my parents will always give me samples. And, I appreciate that. Especially since I tend to spit things out a lot when I taste something new.

Anyway, my Dad had this big ole' glass of stuff (I think it was ginger ale) and he was "mmm, mmming" as he drank it, so of course I wanted some. But noooo. It didn't matter that I merely wanted to dunk my Cheerio in it. It didn't matter at all, because he kept pulling my hand out of the glass.

So there you have it. Not a drop. Not a spoonful. Not even a teeny weeny nip...

I didn't get mad when my father didn't divvy up with me though. How could I? I was to busy snickering to myself...

When he wasn't looking I back-washed a Cheerio in the mug :)

I Hope That Broccoli Isn't For Me...

I'm not liking what I'm seeing here. It looks like that broccoli stuff again. Italian vegetable or not, I hate broccoli.

What's next? Cauliflower, cabbage, brussel sprouts perhaps? This isn't going to be pretty, I can tell...

I know my parents are going to make me eat it, and I can live with that I guess. However, I don't understand why little me has to choke it down especially when my Dad hates it, too. What's up with that?

I'll probably end up in the ER with broccoli-ful-itis.

Bananas, Oranges, Berries, Oh My...

Fruit, candy, peppermints and right smack in the center of the basket was a gingerbread man. That's what I found in my travels yesterday...

The candies were shaped like a kiss and wrapped in some kind of foil that hurt my teeth --and might I add, the foil didn't taste so good. The gingerbread man was delicious, although history within seconds, since I'm all about icing and molasses. And, the fruit? Well, once I got past the peels and skins, I was home free. What a merry day yesterday was.

I'm full.

Go Ahead, I Dare Ya...

Do you see all the oatmeal on my face?
Personally, I find it icky.
And nasty.
Not to mention yucky and unsightly.
Dreadful? Oh yes.
It's God-awful and just plain sloppy-ful...

However, be that as it may, I've noticed that most adults kiss me anyway. I'm telling you, they don't care if it's oatmeal or a two foot stream of drool hanging down my face. They plant one on me anyway. So...

Here's a word of advice
From me, Owen K.
Bring your own napkin
That's what I say :)