Where's the Pizza?

Last weekend, mommy and daddy had pizza one night for dinner.  I like pizza.  A lot.  So after mommy set the "table", I waited patiently for daddy to come home with my pizza. 

Apparently, though, pizza is not for puppies.  The fact that mommy only had room for two to eat should have tipped me off.  Sadly, I had dog food for dinner.

Watchin' Football with the Guys

Daddy, Ferb, and I had a guys' night last night.  The Steelers were on the TV (that doesn't happen all the time here in Maryland) and so we all hung out on the couch watching TV.

A bonding night with the men watching football was just what I needed.  Especially the snacks that go with it.

Guess what I am not going as for Halloween?

I know.  It's a bit of a strange predicament that I found myself in this evening. 

I decided to check out Ferb's play structure.  Mommy warned me that it doesn't support my weight, but she didn't say anything about me getting stuck in it.

Help!