What was under the clubhouse

Previously on Washington Woos:
Gasp! The Siberian Clubhouse was torn down and fed to an evil hungry buzzard. Readers were outraged. Amici, in particular said, "We thought the clubhouse was so cool. Did Kat and Steve just not use it enough??". What will happen? Why was the Clubhouse destroyed?

Now on Washington Woos:
Last month we showed you how we had been trying to dig under the clubhouse. The fact that we were intently trying to get under the clubhouse, combined with the fact that Mom found three dead baby mice in the yard, made Mom think that there was a mice nest under the clubhouse. Since the only time we ever went into the clubhouse was to chase Wilbur into a corner, Dad decided the clubhouse had to go.

What's interesting is that when Dad finished tearing out the entire clubhouse, guess what he found under it? A really cool Scooby Doo ball! Not a single mouse. So now Mom and Dad have no idea where the baby mice are coming from, but Mom says as long as they are just in the yard, she guesses she won't worry too much about it.

Now about that Scooby Doo ball. It's the most fun ever! It doesn't even squeak, but I love it to pieces. Mom and I played a little Scooby Ball in the yard.

It's just so fun to pounce on!

So there you have it, the story of the Siberian Clubhouse. To be honest, I haven't missed it. Now I have more room to get up some really fast zoomies along the back fence and I have a new Scooby Doo ball.
Kat

PS. Speaking of Amici, he's going to get his new human puppy today or tomorrow, so we want to wish him and his family the best! We're sure Amici will make the best big brother any human's ever had.

Hey, why didn't we get to go?

I'm not sure how many of you saw the OP Pack's post, but my mom visited them. Without me. Let me repeat that.

My mom visited MY boyfriend, Thunder, and did not take me.

I am very upset. So is Steve. He thinks he would be great friends with Thunder and Phantom and we'd both be honored to meet Princess Dakota.

On the bright side, Dakota, Phantom, and Thunder sent some goodies home for us. Their mom had the presents wrapped up all pretty, but Mom forgot to take a picture of that. Anyway here's everything they sent:

There's even a kitty wubba for Wilbur! Isn't that thoughtful?

Mom let us play with our new toys on the bed last night. Here's me with my ball.

And Steve with his rabbit.

Steve and I both squeaked our toys while Mom and Dad tried to go to sleep.

THANK YOU OP PACK!!! We love everything you sent us!
Kat

Birthday Balls

Aunt Kari and Uncle Joe sent us these balls for our birthday.  Here's what they looked like in October.  Each ball said "Happy Birthday" on them with paw prints.  They were very cute.

Here's what one ball looked like the other day when Mom found it.

It's very obvious that I did not do that.  It's one of the blue balls, so it's must have been Steve since blue is for boys and my balls are pink.  Mom threw the ball in the trash so now Steve only has two. I still have three and I don't think I will let him have any of mine since we can see what he does with them!

Kat

My Christmas Ball

Steve mentioned in his post that I got a new ball for Christmas.  He failed to mention that I got the new ball to replace my favorite ball that he chewed up.  Mom couldn't find the exact same "Life is Good" yellow ball for me, so she was worried that I wouldn't like what she got.  She found me a pink Fetch ball from Orbee-Tuff.  She said it felt a lot stiffer so maybe Steve couldn't chew a hole in it, but she was worried that I wouldn't like it as much since neither Mom or Dad knew exactly why I liked my yellow ball so much.

So the pink ball was the first thing I opened on Christmas.  And this is how I spent my time while everyone else opened their presents.

I hope you all found a present you like just as much!

Kat

PS. Steve is still pouting about his Gentle Leader, so Dad we can go to the pet store and Steve can pick out a toy.  They claim that because Steve doesn't have a favorite toy, Santa didn't know what he would want and because he pulled on his leash all year instead of learning to walk properly, he was showing Santa that he wanted a Gentle Leader.   Whatever.

Utter Embarrassment

I like to dig in my toy box. A pup never can tell what he might find at the bottom of the box. The other day, I was digging in the toy box and my holey ball got stuck on my name tag. Instead of rescuing me, Mom took my picture.Can you just tell how embarrassed I am? Then to make matters worse, Kat was just staring at me. Can no one help me?After the paparazzi - I mean Mom - finished photographing my embarrassment, the holey ball was removed. And I took a nap.

Steve