We're in trubble.....

Least dat's whut Daddy sez. See him and my Momma were talkin'... she wuz sayin' dat when dey gits a new dog fur Whit's momma it seems my Momma wants a puppy too... Well, dat's not da point. Da point is how Momma sed she guessed I wud be da one now to teach da new kids how fings iz dun. And dat's when Daddy sed... Oh, s**t (insert HBO werd here), we're in trubble now... and dey chuckled.

Whut da woof, Daddy? Don't ya fink I's capabull of fillin' da job of Head of Ranch Securitee?? I can bark da mailman-- in fact, I wuz da one dat tawt Whit it were a gud thang to do.... and I can teach da pups dat when ya gots a wet canvas outside.... well, it are perfecktly ackceptabull to use da dry carpet inside... and dat da proper way to gits a belly rub are to jump up in somebuddy's lap, give 'em a lil growl, den a lil kissie, and den flip ovfur so's dey can rub yer belly. And ya furgits I's a Master at Doggie Yoga.. or Doga as I calls it... I can teach 'em how to twist and turn and contort demselves so dey can reach any spot on der bodies dat needs gnawin' on...

Whut? Dose aren't da attriboots ya wants passed on? Whut about woofin' yer noms down fast so's ya can polish off somebuddy else's? Or makin' Daddy move his feets 20 bajillion times a nite so's ya can git comfy? Or twerkin' like Miley so's ya can scritch dat itch on yer belly?

Huh? Dat's whut ya means by sayin' "we're in trubble now"?

I guess most of ya pups know dat now dat my Bff, Whitley, has crossed ovfur to da land of Infinite eggie weggies, bacon, and smashed taters---- she left me in charge. Guess dat is whut has Daddy worried... he's afeered I'll pass on some notty habits to da pupses. But I'm a gud girl-- when I wants to be... it's just dat I don't wants to be as often as I shud.

Guess I'll have to step up my game... which means I'll have to butt bite my secremetary so dat she write regular entries fur me... And she will really have to step up her game cuz she ain't bin havin' no game at all lately... (not evfun soccer... snore... zzzzz... I means it's just a bunch of guys runnin' round wiffout scorin' most of da time... like bein' at a singles bar full of nerds er sumthin'). And she also better make me more cute outfits so's I can be a bedder fashionista.

Yikes, takin' on Whit's responsibillitees in addishun to mine is eggshaustin'... or will be fur Momma... bol, bol.

Here's a song in honor of my bestest buddy.... sung by a favorite of ours, Mr. Willie Nelson....

Today I's feelin' da loss of my Bff and feelin' kinda blue... so I thought I'd write a triboot to her, tell y'all all about her and me and our furiendship.

It all started when Whit moved to LA to be wiff her Momma... well, my Momma missed Whitley sumthin' awful, so dey got me. A couple months later, Whit came home fur a visit... and well, let's just say dat she were not dat happy to see a usurper to her throne in da castle. Momma used to say "Elvis has entered da buildin'..." cuz Whit would give me a curled lip snarl sumtimes when I bugged her too much.. not that it stopped me from buggin' her. See, I thought she wuz wunnerful, and followed her 'round evfurrywhere.

But she gots to where she liked me, and we became Bffs....

I usta like to take a nap with my head on her fanny like in dis photo below... hadn't dun it in years, but I did it agin on our road trip to Kerrville and agin last week...

Daddy always called us sisfurs... now actually, I guess I was Whit's aunt, but we went wiff da sisfur thang...

I owes Whitley so much... she taught me how to scruff (somehow I hadn't picked dat one up from my fur Mama or littermates), how to bark most evfurrythang (well, except da mailman-- I taught her dat one, for sum reazun, she had bin givin' him a pass), and how to play da game of pool ball... Miss Whitley loved da game of pool ball like a lot of pupses like to fetch... it was her favoritest thang to do... that and swimmin'.... 

Anudder thang she tawt me to do was "Westie Party".... dat's when me and Whit would lay on our backs and do da Gator... I'll miss dat.... nuthin' like it to take care of dat itchy feelin' ya gits on yer back sumtimes...

Me and Whit... we wuz bffs, dere's no doubt 'bout dat... and I just wanted to share wiff y'all sum of our togefur photos....

I luvs ya to da moon and back... times elebenty bajillion, Whit... always have and always will... Best Furiends Furevfur.... so here's one of da lastest photos my Momma took of Whit on da S.S. Whitley wiff her Momma on Wednesday....

I'll try to make ya prouds, buddy.... I'll work on eatin' more lady-like (but if it's extra yummy, I ain't guaranteein' nuthin'), I'll bark more, I'll try to keeps yer Momma company cuz I knows how much she misses ya.... all of us duz... 

Well, I's gonna go to sleep wiff yer Momma, Whit.... ya knows Travis ain't one fur cuddlin' at bedtime and she needs sum company... 

Bark ya later, gators....