Hi guys! It’s me Dex here and I’m taking over Mom’s Blog today. I want to tell you guys all about my favorite Box in the mail. (I actually do get a lot of mail so when. I say this is my favorite, trust me, it’s the best!)
**I want you to all know that this is an unaffiliated post. I’m not getting free toys to post this. If you sign up I do get a free box as reward but that’s only if you sign up using my referral code**
So with the Pandemic going on my mama has been trying to avoid going into stores and shopping. Well this put a hinder on shopping for my Birthday! Mom decided to take a risk and sign me up for Bark Box. (You guys know my mom. She is super over protective of the toys I get and what treats I’m allowed to eat. She says this will help me live forever.)
I’ve been getting Bark Box since May and let me tell you it’s amazing! I get two toys a month, two bags of treats and a chew! They are all themed too. It’s so much fun. I think my favorite box so far has been Fairground Hounds. I love my cow!
Also mom says they do a survey after each box to make sure I like everything and it’s the right size for me. I know that they make an option for smaller dogs and bigger dogs. Grandma Thomas even signed Uncle Troy up for a box.
I’ve added a video of my getting to open my November box because it was so much fun I wanted to share it!
If you guys want to try to use your puppy eyes and ask your mom and dads for a box feel free to use my link below.
Alright humans I am not playing today. Go away please; this is for us Puppers only.
Okay guys I need serious help. I think I am going to have to force my mom to let me spend more time at home away from her or I am moving in with my Grandparents. I have had enough. My Mom dunking me in the Ocean was my breaking point!
It might be time for a backstory here. I am a very lucky Pup. When my parents travel then bring me with them as much as they can. With that Rona bug going around my parents talked and decided that we were going to get away from Michigan for a few weeks. The plan was to stay at a house somewhere warm. Mom calls it Hilton Head. We were going to make the drive in one day to keep stops to a minimal and keep my humans (and I). safe. Mon promised me the entire backseat of the car and that when we got there I could play in the sand. I agreed to go with them and supervise the trip.
Mom wasn’t kidding. It was a long trip, she made Dad and I get up and be in the car by 6am! Thankfully she let me nap while she and dad drove. We got there and it was dark. We literally spent the entire day in the car…
The next day when we all got up (okay fine I slept in the longest; Dad was a close second tho) mom had us put our shoes and leash on to go for a walk. Omg Mom wasn’t kidding. There was sand everywhere! I could run in it, dig, sniff it! It was all mine! I’m a very big fan of this! We walked along the beach for a long time until I got tired (Mom and Dad were too) then headed home. Man if everyday could be that good I would be a happy puppy.
Unfortunately Dad and Mom both worked on Monday so we couldn’t spend all day walking the beach but hey that’s okay right? We packed our lunch and hit the trail headed for the beach. We had lunch, drank water and basked in the sun. I admit I was feeling a little hot as my tongue was hanging from my mouth but I was okay. Well, Mom didn’t buy it and after I wouldn’t drink any more water she asked Dad what he thought about if I was too hot? Dad (the traitor) agreed with her and Mom said okay lets dip him in the water. I should have known not to trust her! (I do not like water, it is not my friend, getting my fur wet does not constitute a good time for me.)
Mom walked me down the sand towards the Ocean I was getting nervous but went along until I realized we were going in. At that point I refused to move an inch, unfortunately Mom (also known as Mean Mommy) picked me up and carried me into the water. She held me over the water and slowly put me in. We stayed in the water for a minute with her holding me in until she finally let me go at which point I took off! I swam as fast as I could. I was swimming towards dad but decided I didn’t trust him either and kept going right past him to the shore. (Full honestly Mom was only knee deep in the water so while I was miserable in that thing I wasn’t in any danger.)
Once I was back on land I didn’t look back. They could follow me if they wanted too (okay well I knew they were behind me since my leash was still on.) I laid down in the sand and wasn’t getting all nice and sandy. Once I was covered in sand I began moving towards their towels which I then covered in wet dog fur and sand. My mission had been accomplished. Nnow we were all wet and covered with sand.
Guys, I don’t know if I can forgive Mom b truth is that was really wrong, especially since after we FaceTimed my Grandpa and he said he would come get me if I wanted. I think I might need to take his offer seriously. We could swap and let my Uncle Bailey stay with my Mom by this Ocean thing and I’ll take watch over Grandma and Grandpa. Just sayin…
Alright it’s officially happened. My mom’s gone crazy. She is literally tracking the mailman…. I do mean it too. My mom’s been watching the window and the front door more than me…
Yesterday my mom heard the UPS truck and she literally jumped over the bed to see if he was here to see her. (He was! He dropped a big package that she left right in my space.) Thanks Mom…. I get it. You are bored but you cannot leave boxes blocking my egg chair… I did manage to get around the boxes and sit in my throne while glaring at her. She misinterpreted my glare as, oh my poor baby, you must be sleepy. Wrong Mom! You have left boxes in my way all week, this behavior is unacceptable. If you cannot clean up after your boxes I am going to steal your pillow and make it my new favorite bed.
On another note my dad has become an ally in the war of the boxes. He looked mildly concerned with the box, like, uh oh not another. I think if he and I can play our cards right we could offset the boxes or just move them all into an area that is slightly inconvenient for her. That way we could really show mom she needs to pick her boxes up.
What have your parents started doing that shouldn’t be a big deal but it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back during this quarantine?
The Real Elle Woodz 