Monday, December 31, 2007

Finally home!

Hey, folks! We finally made it yesterday. Flying is horrible. This time was better than the last time because the handlers where very nice to me. I made a pitiful face in the baggage hold and someone gave me a piece of a sandwich. *sly grin*

Both flights were very bumpy and I was tossed all over the place. But, it was worth it to see my mom and dad waiting for me when I got off the plane. Our new place is very big. There isn't any furniture, so its fun to play around. There are lots of ducks for me to chase at the lake and plenty of trees to spray. I think I will like it here. Here are some pictures mom took of me checking things out and the view from our new balcony.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Travel Day - Take 2

Okay, so yesterday was a debacle.

I arrived 2 and 15 minutes early for my 7am flight only to be told that we (Figaro and I) could not fly on that flight because a)it was only 28 degrees and b)the plane was too small to accept Figaro in the cargo hold. GRRRRRR!

So, instead of leaping across the counter and strangling the ticket agent (who was growing increasingly bored with helping me in any way), I kept my cool and informed her I had nothing else planned that day but travel, therefore I could stand at that counter all day and wait for her to fix the problem.

Well, she got the point and hustled me a reservation on a different airline for today with a bigger plane. I've confirmed the reservation twice already - so hopefully, today will be drama free.

This is probably why Figaro hates to fly.


Friday, December 28, 2007

Happy New Year, Y'all!

Figaro and I have had a very busy week but will be heading further west first thing tomorrow morning (assuming the weather cooperates). I'll check in longer later. Until then, here's Figaro...

Hi, humans! Much has happened since my last post. We left Bastrop for the lovely enclave of Coppperas Cove to visit mom's aunt and uncle. We had fun. There were many deer there for me to chase.The next morning, we were on the highway all day going to grandmas. We ran into something mom called a "white out". All I could see was snow. It was pretty, but I was thankful to be in the car and not outside. Luckily, mom took me to pee before the bad weather because grandpa had called and warned us that a storm was coming. We had to drive very slowly and it took forever to get to grandma's.

This week, I hung out with my grandma and my mom and my dad and my mom's Uncle Wilfred. Uncle Wilfred likes to play rough with me down on the floor. I like him. I got a brand new "room" for the trip. It's a little bit smaller than the silver one I used to have, but I probably won't be in it too much. Whatever. My dad crawled in there to test it out and I slammed the door on his head. He has no business in my "room". That's for me!

Tomorrow, I have to get on a plane. I have been on a plane before. I don't like it because I don't know anybody on those planes. Mom says she'll be on the plane too this time. I hope that she can sit by me so I can put my head in her lap. I think she likes that.

Laters! Figs

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Karla Mail!

Dear Texas, Our time together is always fun. Even though my most recent stay here was short, I will always consider you my second home. I will miss seeing cowgirls wearing boots and spurs at Wal-Mart. I will certainly miss vaqueros and taco stands. I will always cherish the manners of TExas boys, who don't hesitate to hold the door open for me at the post office, and tip their Stetsons at me and call me "ma'am" when I pass them on the street. No more Smithville Jubilee.
Hopefully, I will see you soon. Best of luck without me! - K

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Please give a round of applause to our guest blogger, FIGARO

So, tomorrow marks the beginning of yet another cross-country journey for Figaro and I. He asked if he could blog about it so you guys could get his perspective. I thought that would be pretty cool. So, here goes...

Yesterday, and old man and a woman with smoker's breath came and put all my mom and dad's stuff in some boxes. I had to watch from my crate, but the old man talked to me the whole time. I don't know why he thought my name was "Buddy". He was nice. I liked him. I was being a "good boy" so my mom kept slipping treats through the bars. Yay! I like when she does that.

Today, three guys came and took all the boxes outside. I didn't like them taking that stuff. I started to tell them about it, but my mom said "It's okay" to me so I laid down and just watched. I hope all those things aren't sitting outside. My mom doesn't like when people don't take care of her stuff. None of these guys said anything to me, so I kept my eye on them. People usually always tell me "Hi" and "What a pretty boy" but these guys - nothing! I could see the big one's butt when he bent over. Gross! One guy was standing too close to my mom, so I told him to back off a bit. He didn't listen and she told me to "Shush!" Wait til I tell dad!

Mom says we're "Going to Washington". I don't know what a "Washington" is, but I know all about "Going" and that makes my tail wag. I like "Going". We're "Going" tomorrow and mom packed my bags and put them right by the door. Maybe we're "Going" to get all the stuff those guys took today.

Time for dinner. I can hear my mom putting food out. Sometimes she makes me give her a kiss before I can eat. I think that's for puppies, but don't tell her I said that. - Figs

Friday, December 14, 2007

Dani from Shot at Love

Operation Get Karla To WA was a rousing success. I will be departing after Christmas. Yay!

By the way...I have the biggest crush on Dani from A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila - which is weird because she's totally not my type (considering the only other girl crush I've had is Angelina Jolie). I was discussing the weirdness of this attraction (Dani is quite butch) with J who reminded me how much I love firefighters, and well...Dani is a firefighter. She's so hot. This is a bad picture. But, since I'm officially cyberstalking her, I'm sure I'll have a better one up soon.

Hot Girl Spotted on a Beach Holiday

The last time Anthony, Figaro and I went to the beach, Anthony captured some great pictures of me and Figaro playing together in the surf. Unfortunately, he took them with my shitty digicam, so they look all tabloidy. Now, if I was as famous to the world as I am to myself (hahaha!), I would imagine this picture taken by some papparazzo hidden behind the fresh coconut stand. The title would read:

"Former Hot Girl Not Looking So Hot"

The article would not mention how cute my dog is, or how sporty I looked in my swimsuit (that is PERFECT for beach volleyball), but only how fat my thighs look. This may win the award for most unflattering picture I have ever taken. LOL! It's a bad angle, I swear!


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