Breakfast at my house....

Burnt Busquit knows just which side of the bread the butter is on....

"Yes... MoM ran late today... and I know a new trick!"

MoM at table....

Cute little me (and all my brothers and sisters) on the floor...

Mom at table with food...

Cute little me stays right under foot.... pretty dangerous place...

The white bisquits give up pretty quick..

Not me!

Yowelllllllllllllllllll!!!! Look! Starving puppy alert!

Screeeem! Ribs showing!

Owlllllll- oooooops! Remember-- anything on the floor is MINE!

And with one more Yowelllllll-guilt hits MoM.

Yummmy! I get egg! Uh-huh!

One more screeeem and I get sausage!

Then, with casual aplomb.... I get the rest of MoM's yogurt... on her finger, no less.

Yep.... I know just how to be soooo darling.....

Aren"t I soooo cute!

Yes,yes! I am! Soooooo cute!!! Uh-huh! Uh=huh!

A Visit to the "Dentist" .... maybe

Burnt Bisquit says:
" So okay. Here I am chewing legs off tables and the corners off all MoM's furniture...
And my BIG tushes are coming in.... that is the good news!
BUT my baby teeth are still in.
MoM wiggles them and I snap and snarle and gag.....
To no avail.... those baby teeth are in there.....to stay..... forever...."
MoM says:
"Quick trip to Vet will solve all....."

Give me a break-- Colt was born bigger than me!

Burnt Bisquit says that Colt was bigger when he was born than he is now!

At 4 weeks, Precious Burnt Bisquit Bear weighed .40 oz. He fit in the palm of his MoM's hand.
His birth mom had to have a C-section and almost died....
Sooooo at 4 weeks and .40 oz.-- Burnt Bisquit came to MoM......
MoM works... so every morning at 6:30, BB went to his sitter....his second MoM, Becky.
MoM knows why new mommies are always soooooo sleepy... BB had to have a bottle every 2 hours.....

When he reached a pound (at nearly 2 months old), boy, were we happy!

And it has been fatty since then.... At 6 months, he is a robust little boy at 7 pounds, 1 oz!

Course--- that is about the size of one of Colt's feet!!!

Adventures with the couch.....

Burnt Busquit has learned to jump up. "Up" being the operative word..... "Down" is another story.

His version is:

• " Okay! I'm up! I'm up!.......
• Uh-oh. I really am UP...and I can't go DOWN!"
• Sit for a while.... Sit some more.
• Run up and down couch.
• Lay ears back, tuck tail under rump.......Go into front down, rump up mode.
• Go close to edge.... NO-- That's not where I want to be........ Sit some more.
• Once more up and down the couch.
• Sit again.....

When all else fails.... SCREAM AND SCREECH FOR MOMMA!
(One thing about Yorkies, they have BIG voices!)

Oh yeah! Here comes MoM!
I'm DOWN! I'M DOWN.......Let me go NOW!

Now, let's try THAT again......

So this is blogging....

From the viewpoint of being only 6" high, blogging looks interesting and "MoM" is going to try it... I could care less... as long as she lets me on her feet as she plays with the computer.... course when you're a Yorkie... and cutting teeth, a chair leg is pretty good....