Don't Monkey Around, DUDE!

Sometimes Grandma J likes to go visit JJ and just hang out in the back yard. They play some of JJ's favorite dog type games like tease the dog next door fetch, and cut Grandma J off, trip her, and see if you can make her fall.

Once in a while, like just about every visit...Grandma J brings JJ a new toy. This time she brought him a new stuffed monkey because they were marked down to $1 at Walgreen's.

This is the first stuffed toy she ever bought JJ and he ignores it....because stuffed toys are not for warrior dogs like JJ.



So, the stuffed monkey decides to play with one of JJ's favorite toys called "tire with a jingle bell inside.

And the monkey has a blast....especially if Grandma J gives the monkey all of her attention like shaking the "tire with a jingle bell inside".





JJ won't have any of that. He grabs the monkey and shakes it, and shakes it again.





He shakes the stuffing living daylights out of the poor monkey.




Lessons were learned, and a memorial is scheduled for the monkey.

Blogging Takes A Backseat

Whenever JJ is in the front seat.


Because you can't be two places at once, so you go where the action is. And there's not much to talk about.


I can't even sneak past either "W" store, without someone noticing.



Some people can't wait to go rummaging through the bag.

Frolicking in a big yard is what BIG DOGS in their own minds do best.

Until the dog next door verbally challenges you.....bring it on dude.

Relaxing with family is what I love second best....even if it's the extended kind.

HANGING WITH "THE MAN"

I had a strenuous workout routine nothing planned for the weekend. No track meets to attend, no baseball or basketball games either.

Oh wait......there was a baseball tournament for my grandson. A traveling tournament for the team. This is something new for me. I don't think traveling baseball is very popular in So CA...unless it's after the regular season and you have playoffs for regional and state titles. You know, like when they start competing for the world series or something like that.

Come Spring in Texas, it's all about pollen, sneezing, and bluebonnets youth sports. My granddaughter will have tons of track meets that last all day. My grandson is on two different baseball teams and one basketball team. One baseball and the basketball team are traveling teams.

Sometimes when it's a travel weekend for baseball they end up going south to a huge sports park. This weekend they were headed to Dallas. They usually get hotel rooms and spend the night on Saturday because the parents love to party in the big city the boys need to rest up for their Sunday games.

So, I rush off to the store to buy this......
Because I'm excited and can't wait for the family to leave. That's right, I'm not trekking to Dallas. I'm headed over to their house to have a sleepover with some hot cowboy JJ. Dogs aren't allowed at the sports parks, and if he can't go, then I won't go either.

After I arrive at around noon on Saturday.......after JJ jumps all over me, squealing, kissing and wetting himself, I give him his new toy.

That's right, JJ....check it out. Make sure you know where it's been before you fully engage. Make sure it's fun enough to take to the backyard to flaunt in front on the neighbors dogsand play with it.

Or to just veg out and gnaw.

So, this is how the weekend went. Not to mention several car rides to make sure my allergies never settled down all the bad guys knew JJ was on "the job".

It's hard to imagine anyone having more fun.