I'm Kind of a Big Deal

A funny thing has been happening lately...people have been noticing me!
Two years ago, my mommy had me in the store every day while I was up for adoption. I used to wear an "Adopt Me!" bandana. People said I was cute.....but no one wanted me.
Finally, Mommy brought me home and that was that. Once you foster a dog in your house, forget it. 98% of the time, you've got yourself a new forever companion. Game over. We kick off our metaphorical doggy slippers, put our paws behind our head, and make ourselves really comfortable.

No one wanted me? Really?

Anyway, lately, people have been coming into the store, telling me how cute I am. Or when Work Mommy is carrying me around, kids come in and beg their parents to adopt me! I have a home (and my own bakery) now, but everyone seems to love me. In fact, our little village had a coloring contest for Kids Activity Day, and three of the pictures they could color were of ME! Yes, me! All the kids did a great job (and one contestant colored me as a girl! I would be an adorable girl....) but here's the one I chose as the winner:

Today, a coloring contest. Tomorrow, Hollywood! Cartoons! Stuffed animals! Deals with Taco Bell!

In other news, I've decided to stop asking you all to adopt Chopper and Peanut. Instead, I've decided to behave like a big brother to them, sometimes allowing Peanut to sleep in my bed and wear the clothes I've outgrown and occasionally tormenting Chopper by placing stickers on his forehead. I now present to you a little something I'd like to call:

What's On Chopper's Forehead?

It could have been worse: I could have stuck his paw in warm water while he slept

Heh. Yeah, I'm a stinker.

The Real Slim Shady--err, Brownie

So, last week I was busily sleeping underneath the bakery oven when a family came in, making a big fuss over Chopper and Peanut. It went down like this:

Family: "Ohhhh! Look at the big one! He's so beautiful! Can I give him a treat?"

Work Mommy: "Sure!" (She hands them a cookie)

Family: "The Chihuahua wants one too!"

Work Mommy gives Peanut a cookie.

I got up to get in on the free Cookiepalooza event and one of the women in the group said:

"Look! The fat one got up for a cookie too!"

Excuse me?

I looked at Work Mommy and she covered my ears. She said, "I know she wasn't talking about you, Brownie! That would have been WUDE." The woman laughed and paid for her items and left. I went back to my bed underneath the oven and sulked.

I am 16 pounds of love and cuteness! So I'm not a thin Greyhound or a sleek little Whippet! Get over it, people.

Do other dogs get special heart-shaped cakes made just for them?

Work Mommy loves me no matter what

A portion is defined as how much I can fit in my mouth

I may have gained a few pounds since getting out of the shelter and starting work at the bakery, but really? Who would you trust? A skinny chef who obviously doesn't eat their own cooking or a Rubenesque Julia Child-type who lovingly tastes each dish to make sure it's perfect?

This used to be what I looked like, but it was literally the day after I got out of the shelter! Not exactly 4 star cuisine...

I may need to cut back a little or go for a few more walks....or join a dog gym. Do they accept dogs at the YMCA?

I need a cookie.

XOXO,

Brownie