My Little Green Visitor

I guess I haven't scared that little lizard away yet, because he just keeps coming back.  Here, I caught sight of him the other day out on the deck, and though I swear I only wanted to go out and play with him mom and dad only let me watch from the (his) safety of the living room.

Oh, how I tried to get mom to let him in!

Poor Pretzel

Well, this past Christmas mom and dad got me a new 'nip pretzel, and it was fun while it lasted.  I've shown you pictures of my previous twisty 'nip treat, which lasted quite a while before I destroyed it.  This one, however, hasn't fared as well.  This photo was actually taken back in March when the damn thing was only about 3 months old, and shows the abuse it's suffered by my teeth and claws.  I love tugging, tearing and ripping at the poor thing when I get my spanking (yeah, that's become part of my nightly routine.  Dad says we shouldn't talk about it. I can't explain it.) 

I swear, they just don't make anything like they used to. 

Aaaand Some More Not About Me

At the risk of boring y'all with these damn silly beach photos dad wanted me to share some pictures he took at Fort Fisher Beach.  Again.  He and mom went Saturday and Sunday of 4th of July weekend.  They got there about 6:30 in the morning and stayed until the place started filling up between 11:00 and 12:00 or so.  Now I know some of you might call them crazy for waking so early just to go to the beach, but hey, they caught up on their sleep once they were set up, plus they got out of there before they even needed to think about social distancing.  So without further ado, check these out:

Very Early Hazy Sunrise

And Just a Little Later- Love How Empty it Is

Gull Footz in the Sand

The Tide Lazily Rolling In

What's Not to Love About This?

Is This Not Glorious?

Hello Neighbors

The Only Other Ones on the Beach That Early

Behind the Blinds

I love it when the blinds are open, letting the sun shine in and giving me a nice warm sun puddle, but even if they aren't open I can still enjoy the sun.

Move Over Mop & Glo- Another One from the Fifi File

So I'm just gonna preface this photo with dad's daughter's original words that accompanied this photo she texted him recently.  And no, Fifi was not responsible for this.

In case you ever wondered what 18 raw eggs look like after being danced in by a rowdy almost-5-yr old!

This is So Not Me

Okay, okay, so I know I've made it clear in the past that I don't like to be held, but dad's making me put this one up here to show oh how wrong I am (his words).  So y'all know, I still don't care for being held in any position whatsoever, and I still squirm whenever either of them picks me up and tries to be all cuddly with me, but on this particular night I must've been heavily sedated or kidnapped by aliens and replaced with an exact replica because I actually kind of settled in, even against the old guy's bare chest, (for the record he did have pants on) and even seemed to be enjoying this.  And then the spell was broken and I made him put me down.  End of story.  

Don't count on seeing too many pictures like this one.