Snow, vacuum, pospicle and dog-ride.

This has got to be the highlight of my winter-09. My parents took Cookie and me out in the snow while it was snowing and as you can see, we loved it! None of us wanted to come back in the house. We both tasted the snow and played in it. We didn't make the traditional snow man, because dad said that there wasn't enough snow, but I think he was just being lazy. I found out later that our trip was a birthday gift to Cookie and I just happened to be there. I enjoyed it just the same.

Dad missed the vacuum this week, so I'm doing it. What I don't understand is when did all the women got together and decided that vacuum (along with trash disposal) was men's (if not husbands, then sons) job? I don't mind it, but do I still have to do it if I'm not in the mood?

Aah!!!!!!!!!! Popsicle. If you haven't been taking regular baths, this is the surest way to get one. My parents let Cookie and me have our fun with this popsicle, but they also had a condition that we both would get a bath right after. That's all fine and well, but how come I don't get a popsicle everyday even though I do get a bath everyday?

Usually kids get a horse to ride, however, I wanted a dog with ears like Cookie and got it. After few minor (at least I think they were minor, my parents don't) accidents, I've finally figured out how to ride it. Use both the hands to ride and the rule is that if you need both the hands to do something, your brain should be involved too. Matching T-shirt is optional.

Cookie and Dancing

This was our trip to an indoor playground. Because of the cold, we seem to be visiting lots of indoor arenas. This was a small stage created for the future Ricky Martins and Britney Spears. I kept getting looks from the tall guy since I was dancing so well. Also, I don't see what's wrong with taking a drink that was just sitting on the table, but my dad said, no. He's kind of paranoid, you see!

This is my first lesson with money. My dad tried to educate me about money using the cash register and a fake burger. He doesn't give me the real money since the day I tore up $1 bill. I was concerned the way I fell off the chair at the end, but my dad told me that drunk people fall off the chairs in the bars all the time. Now, I'm just wondering, how does he know that?

Back to home and my beloved Cookie. My dad gave me a dog biscuit to give it to Cookie. But frankly speaking, my dear, after tasting that peanut-butter biscuit, I wanted to eat it myself. It tasted so good!! If you haven't had a peanut-butter flavored dog biscuit, you've missed one of the finer things in life. Highly recommended!!!