Memoirs of a Puppy

Today I decided that I would tell everyone the story of my puppy, Patrick. My mom says he's the only dog she likes because she can pop him in the washer and he'll come out smelling nice instead of like wet dog.

Private Patrick Plucky Puppy is a retired army veteran. Mom says he's not part of the US Army but a secret part of the government they call 'Stuffed Up.' It's where special stuffed animals go before they're sent out to stores and bought by parents for their kids. Well, Patrick went through vigorous training. He learned how to take a pounding, base jumping (for when kids like me chuck him out of their cribs, strollers, and such), scuba diving (when he goes in the washer), and therapy (when Mom takes my binky he's the only one I can really talk to that understands me).

Now all that training would have been good enough, but Patrick was the best of the best and so he went on to another, even more secret part of the government called 'MBS' or 'Monster Bashing Squadron.' In the MBS stuffed animals learn how to fight all kinds of monsters, closet monsters, under-the-bed monsters, potty monsters... any kind you can think of, he learned to fight them! He is now a certified MBS Agent which means he has a license to kill, maim, and call nasty names to any monster he lays his ninja skilled eyes on. He received many medals in the line of duty.

One fateful day, Patrick was wounded while protecting an entire orphanage from a booger monster. He was honorably discharged and is still a member of the board with MBS and has over 427 unbroken records at MBS and Stuffed Up.

I'm so grateful to have him and I always know he'll protect me from anything.

Randomness!

Both of these videos are me playing around in either my bed or my mom and dad's. I love playing with them, they're good people.

Please n' Thankie!

So, guess what. I can say please and thank you. Video proof, right here, thank you very much.






Dad and I were playing in our bedroom, he's so silly... almost as much as me.

So You Think You Can Dance, Addy Style!!!

The Miss You Song

This is a poem my mom wrote for me when she's gone. She calls it The Miss You Song but it's just a poem.

The Miss You Song

Hello, my little ducky,
My tater tot, my bunny.
My apple strudel honey comb,
My lovey dove and home.

My little cup of sunshine,
My jacket in the rain.
My mountain top lollipop
Who keeps me all but sane.

My happy Henry Hippo,
My Krazy kangaroo.
My one and only star shine,
I write this poem to you.

When you wake up in the morning
And I’m not there to see,
Know from nose to toes
I really wish I could be.

To kiss your little lips,
To muss your pretty hair,
To Band-Aid all your problems,
No worries, I’ll soon be there.

I love you so much more
Than you could ever see,
My heart aches for you always,
My love to you, from me.

Mommy

Dancin'

I am a dancin' fool. I've got moves MC Hammer wishes he had, I've got moves Vanilla Ice wishes he had, heck, I got moves Michael Jackson wish he'd had... (RIP). And guess what, people. I have video proof. If you'll notice, I do the moon walk and a variety of other dances. Thank you, thank you.

Going Private

Mom got a great video of me reading today. Man, am I going to be ahead in Kindergarten or what?





*Note from Mom: Unfortunately, we're going to have to make the blog private. Don't worry, you can still read! Simply click on the Comments link and leave your e-mail address or e-mail me at PrivateVenue@hotmail.com. This way we can upload any videos of Addy without some pervy skuzz looking at it or someone thinking that I'm putting up child pornography. Yeah, I know. So if you'd like to keep reading, please let me know what your e-mail address is and I will add you. The privacy will go into effect on Sunday, November 15. Thanks and you're all great! <3