We Got a Package!!

We got a package from Weenie! He sent us some awesome stuff!!

He's so dreamy.... ;)

Here's me checking out the package and Dad explaining that it's for US!! :)

Get some scissors, Dad!!

Hurry up!!

Holy COW!!!!

We each grabbed a pink dog and ran to the couch!!

(Mil promptly de-stuffed her pink dog haha!)

Here's some more of our pressies!!

Notice the visors! Weenie must have known that we LOVE Gamecocks, which means we LOVE Steve Spurrier, which means we LOVE visors! :) Yay!!

Thanks, Weenie and Mona and Mama Sarah! We love our pressies!!

We Forgot!!

Actually, we did not forget. Milly says an elephant never forgets. I'm not sure if she's calling me fat or her fat or neither and just pointing that out... but whatever. So, nearly a month ago, June 20th, was our "gotcha day". We don't make a big deal of it because we know our actual birthday and that's the day we celebrate (which is April 9th).
But, anyhow, it's been 4 years now (on June 20th it was at least) that we have lived with Mom and/or Dad. 2 years with both and 2 bouncing from house to house! haha! Anyhow, 4 years is a long time. When we met Mom we were little tiny babies and it was raining. Our doggy parents' people parents brought us to our parents. Our Mom says we were the cutest things ever! She just squealed and squealed. When we met Dad later that same day we waddled up the driveway and he squealed and squealed too. I'm sure he'll say he didn't "squeal", but he did.

There we were... before we left our brother and came to live with Mom and Dad.

More puppy pictures to squeal at.

So, Happy LATE Gotcha Day to us. hahaha!!

They Call Me Mil Plop

They call me Mil Plop (or MaMil Plopper Girl).

Let's Just say

I, Shelby, do NOT do fireworks.

I thought we were all goin' down last night!

Holy cow!

Did they come through your roof? Your walls? They didn't come through ours, but I really thought we were in trouble!

Happy 4th?

We say Happy 5th of July!!! :)

Butt to Butt

Let us explain.

We like to sit like this... with each other and even with our parents when we're sleeping in the bed. It's called "butt to butt".

 Close up of the butt to butt.

 Yes, I fell asleep with my head on the edge of the window. haha!

 Shelby chose a more comfortable approach.

So, now you know all about butt to butt. 

Do your families have funny terms they use? We have all sorts! haha!

Trouble. That's Our Middle Name

MilShelb Trouble (Last Name Here)

Mom calls it being "trub to the bub." Who knows what that actually means... she just likes things to rhyme. We have figured out that trub to the bub sounds like it would mean real big trub but it usually means she doesn't really care. haha!

Ya heard that??

Yep! I heard it! Let's GET it!! (Now begin loud commotion and embarrass BOTH parents who happen to be in yard.)

"No no no," says Daddy.

"Get in the house. No more acting like that!" Says Daddy.

And we hear Mom from the porch, "GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!!" Talk about embarrassing...

We Got a Surprise Today!

Sometimes our parents surprise us and actually are pretty cool. Today they gave us a GREAT gift! They gave us the gift of...

FREEDOM!!!

In the form of a pet door!

This is the outside view.

Hey Mil! Hey Shelb! haha!

Haha! Two at one time!

ps- Mom def tried to fit through here and DOES! haha! She said it is a good thing this come with a locking door on it AND that it is on the outside of a regular door- otherwise it would freak her out.

pps- We won't tell you how long it took for them to hang this door.

ppss- And we def won't tell you that they bought the wrong size door at first and had to go back and get this one.

oops. haha!

ps- Mom says to be fair we have to tell that Shelby HATES to go in and out through this thing because she doesn't like to use her face to push it open and Milly doesn't care because she pushes it with her front paw and walks on through.