happy thanksgiving

hi everyone,

i know its been awhile and i sincerely apologize for making you wait on the updates of my life. well since we last left off i was at the vet and i've been back to that lousy place several times after that. mommy found that i've been loosing hair and was worried i was getting an allergic reaction to something so she brought me in.. i was diagnosed and sent home with a bunch of meds.. here it is..


(grandpa forgot to tell Mommy that he fed me chocolate chip cookies.. yumm my favorite is what Grandpa likes to say)

several weeks went by and i am back at the vet.. same issues but this time she found a scratch on me.. i went in and again they sent me back with several medications.. mommy hates the vet as much as i do but for different reasons.. she feels as if they're just making her pay for useless information and as for me, i just hate them in general :)

anyways, i just wanted to wish you all a happy gobble gobble.. eat your heart out bc i know i'll be searching for the left overs! yummm.. tootle-loo!


me at the worst place in the world!!!


mommy bought me this new "home" when i was so-called "sick"..

OUCH I HURT MYSELF!

I recently went on a walk with Grandpa and came back limping. Grandpa kept on telling Mama I'm just faking it but why would I do such a thing? I think he was scared Momma would be upset at him...

The next day Mommy was happy to see that I was barely limping.. YAY!!

BUT the following day she found a lump on my foot... she was leaving for Jamaica and couldn't take me to the vet so she called on Uncle Charlie. Uncle Charlie, the life saver he is, came by and took me in immediately. I found out that I had a foxtail in my foot and had to go under the needle :(. Doctors said I was a good baby.. I got it removed and left the vet with a cast... ARRRGH MATE .. thanks Uncle Charlie, I feel ALLLLLL BETTTERRRR~~~

Here is an article Mommy found useful to all dog owners so they will never have to go to the vet like I did. Grandpa is now aware to not walk me near these areas:
http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art29569.asp




BEFORE

AFTER

Patches In Trouble

Hi Guys,

This is a video when I was living in Milpitas, CA. I swear it wasn't me that went through the trash... and that turd looking thing... it's actually just a butterfly.. I was soo in trouble by the roommate.. please watch my video.. she's so scary

Mary's Bridal Shower

I know, I know, you've all been waiting for me to blog...

Well, its been awhile since my last blog and to all my fans out there, I sincerely apologize. A lot has gone on since I last blogged... changes in lifestyle, relocating, and just being really inconsistent of where about I may go next. I really won't go into that until I really know what's going to happen.

Anyways, last weekend I attended Mary's Bridal Shower.. it was BEAUTIFUL! Everything was grand; except for one thing. There was this creepy man on his bike staring into the party. It really irked me so I barked at him to go away. I got in trouble for barking so I stopped since Mama was watching me. The silence didn't last long, the creeper man took off his shirt and stood there staring at all the girls! I barked my brains off. Finally, Mama noticed this man gazing in and of course I'm now a "GOOD GIRL".. oh how I love those two little words..

Anyways, here are some pictures of me at the bridal shower.. I know I'm cute :)




yummmm..!!

Dog Beach, Huntington Beach, CA

I was stoked to attend my first day at dog beach! Believe me, it took a lot of pleading and begging but I finally convinced Mommy to take me. As soon as Mommy pulled out my leash I knew I would be going somewhere fun! I jumped up from my nap (I take multiple naps a day), wagged my tail, jumped off Momma's bed, sipped some water and waited impatiently at the door while Mommy gathered her stuff. This had the makings of an incredible day for me! I’ve never been to doggy beach before so I didn’t know what to expect. There were big dogs, small dogs, mean dogs and cute ones too (just like me). Since it was my first time I didn’t do so well. I barked at the big doggies who tried to smell my butt. Momma said I was embarrassing but how would u feel if someone smelled your butt? I didn’t get to go off my leash too long because I was too excited and scared at the same time. I would run up to a lot of potential friends and as they got closer to me I would bark to show them who’s boss around here. However, I got in trouble again as Mommy didn’t like that... so I went back on my leash. I promise the next time I get to attend doggy beach I’ll do much better. In the end though, I did find one friend, Bella, and we exchanged our facebook and twitter info. I hope she leaves me a message! Anyhow, till next time!


Patches: "HEY! YOU LOOK NICE, LETS PLAY"

The Roomies (Labradors)

I know you’ve all been waiting to see my roommates. Well here they are:


They’re not even acknowledging my presence!


I don’t think they’re too fond of me. I try to kill them with kindness by continuously coming back around to play but it’s not as effective as I thought. They like to circle around me and growl but I don’t let it get to me. I hang out in front of their door until they let me in. I sigh really loud and breathe heavily so they know I’m right outside their door. As soon as they open up their door, I run in and lay down next to their dogs. This usually last about 10 mins max (on my lucky days) and I am sent back to my room. Sigh…

The Fancy Life…

Mommy tries to get all fancy pancy. It started with things like organic yogurt (ehh the first one was okay but after the third, I was over it), then multiple grooming, more stupid clothes and lavish materials that I care less about. Basically, materials I rather not have but mommy thinks she’s showering me with love. It was bad enough with all these decorative items but it gets worse, mommy decides to get me A CONE FOR MY HEAD. I was barely trying to cope with my stupid snuggie and my shirts and sweaters I change in and out of but WHY A CONE! I hated every second of it. I walked in shame for 2 1/2 weeks. I went back and forth to this fat man my mom called my “veterinarian”. The guy looked like he was about to EAT ME! He wasn’t very friendly either. He took me in and pinched me with needles and then tells my mom I’m a crybaby! HOW RUDE! Anyways, after the whole procedure, I don’t hump any of my toys and I’m even lazier than I was before ☺

speaking spanglish..

Mommy likes to ichat with her friends back home and I tend to join in on her conversations as well. I'm just as interested in Mommy's friends life as she is but todays convo was a tad bit different. Linda had a frustrating day at work and work stories isn't my interest. Every organization has terminology that only they can understand. But the conversation goes on about how upset she was .. and more stuff I didn't understand.. and back to how upset she was..

I started yawning but Linda continues....

"HE MADE ME SO MAD...BLABHABLBHAHAB" after hearing the story about 5 times.. I fell asleep



..well at least I can say I was a good friend and stayed ichatting with her while she vent to me about her horrible day at work. Anyways, I hope you're feeling better Linda. You were always really kind to me so I thought I stick around to hear your story. Like, when everyone was busy getting ready on vacation, you still manage to pet me and show me love:



..anyways, the labs (my roommates) are out.. gotta run.. !!!

OH, hope everyone had a safe St. Patty's day!!!

My Name is Patches!

My name is Patches and I am 2 ½ years old. I am a shih-poo (shih tzu/poodle). All my life, I always wanted to be heard. My mom knows me best (for the most case) and I believe she understands me. I created this blog so that we can all be on the same page. So, here it goes...

I moved to Huntington Beach CA from Milpitas CA in mid/late January. Back at home, I had a best friend name Max. When mommy was at work I usually hang out in Max's room. We play, we fight, steal each other treats, take each others toys, get annoyed, and we become best friends again. Life with Max was pretty sweet. I usually get double the treats and triple the love. When mommy comes home with treats, we both receive them. When Max's owners come home with treats, I GET THOSE TOO! Life was great even with all the fussing and fighting Max and I went through from time to time but regardless, he was my best friend. I miss him!

Mommy then decided she wanted a fresh new start. I guess she didn't think of me much and how I had to leave behind my best friend but mama explained to me that she as well, will be alone too. So here I am in Huntington Beach, CA—no friends, lame roomies, and two big labs that don’t like me much. I’ll explain that in another blog. Life out here isn’t as great as it was at home but I must admit, mama takes me on a lot more adventures and walks. Anyways, many of you have already met me, so as you know, I’m always tired so I’ll update you more of my life in my next blog. Here are some pictures of me and my best friend from home—MAX:



We were a cowboy and a cowgirl for Halloween

Max's Bedroom--where I hang out at when Mommy's at work (or out and about).