Party at Bob’s!!!!

It was 110 degrees today.  You humans and your numbers!!!  It was HOT.

I was nice and comfy in my house, but my garden is starting to wilt and Mommy says that the only thing that can be done is to eat it now.  So, I cordially invite everyone to my house to eat everything in the garden.  BYOB (bring your own bugs) and have an appetite!

eating my garden
eating my garden


Mommy’s Nervous Breakdown

Well, I was playing hide and seek with Mommy this weekend and I found a great hiding place in the corner of a table in the corner of a room.  I was so intent on hiding that I got overstimulated and fell asleep.  Mommy must have forgot that we were playing hide and seek (or maybe she didn’t realize it) and she tore the house up looking for me.  She even called a friend to come help her look.

After about 12 hours, Mommy was FREAKING OUT.  She finally found me and I woke up when I heard her.  She was so happy to see me that she didn’t let me out of her sight all night.  Boring!  I need to remember not to do that again, because it is a pain in the neck to have to stay right next to Mommy all day.

By the way, is it my fault that the table happens to be the same color as me???

Bob's hide and seek

Stuffed animals

Mommy cleaned my room today and lined up all my stuffed animals.  I wish she wouldn’t do that.  I had all those animals exactly where I wanted them.  They were perfect for me to lay on, and hide in.  I’m telling you, when there is a pile of stuffed animals and I am lying right in the middle of them, people who come over to visit don’t even notice that I am real.  Not to mention, it is so comfy.

Bob's room 1

Bob's room 2

Take your Dragon to work day

So, Mommy hit the snooze bar too many times this morning and got up late.  She didn’t have time to situate me, so she put me in the car and took me to work with her.  I mean, she didn’t have any choice – right?  She hates to be late, and the snooze bar is right next to the bed.

Turns out, I’m pretty famous at Mommy’s work.  I sat at Mommy’s desk for a while watching her click a mouse for like a billion hours and then I got bored and decided to go look for a paper shredder or a printer, something that makes the ‘zzzzup’ sound.  I stopped and visited a bunch of people at their desks.  I have lots of pictures, but Mommy said she has to scrub identifiers off first, so I can only post a few today.  These are just a few of my buddies.

Bob and Hwys friends Melissa and Bob Russ and Bob


Road Trip, Hotels, Snow and Colorado

Last Wednesday, Mommy got a phone call and decided to go to Colorado right away.  The cool thing is that she was in too big of a hurry to find a Critter Sitter so Stevie and I got to go with her.  It was all very exciting.  Mommy packed her suitcase and her work computer and then she packed a suitcase for Stevie and I.  This was really quite weird because we don’t wear clothes.  Our suitcase looked like an Igloo Cooler.  And it had a head of lettuce, a tub of worms, bottled water and some strawberries.

We got to stay in a hotel with a window in it.  Mommy brought a small cage for Stevie which made him irritable and I had the hotel room to myself.  Here is a little known fact about hotel rooms – there is no real good hiding places, but there is a window sill in it.  I got to see snow and a lot of people paid a lot of attention to me.  Mommy’s relatives said she was losing her mind and I have a feeling that was because of Stevie and I, but I know my Mommy better than they do, and her mind is fine.

We just got home today.  The car ride is the most exciting part, but unfortunately I couldn’t stay awake for much of it.


Stevie was not a big fan of Colorado!
Stevie was not a big fan of Colorado!
The only place to hide in a hotel room.
The only place to hide in a hotel room.


Dragons don’t have vocal cords.

So, I pretty much have the run of the house.  I try to be out in the open where Mommy can spot me as soon as she comes in the house, but sometimes she comes home when I don’t expect it.

She walks through the house saying stuff like, “Bob, where are you?” and “Please tell me where you are.”  My Mommy has known me all my life and she doesn’t seem to know that I can’t just say, “here I am.”  Some time she walks right past me and doesn’t see me.  I am so handsome that I don’t know how she can’t see me.

So today, (and I am not even joking) I was sitting right on her bed.  She comes in and she is calling me and looking for me.  She grabs her shorts and tank top, sits on the bed and starts changing her clothes.  10 inches from me.  But she keeps calling me and asking where I am.  I moved and it scared the daylights right out of her!  You should have seen her jump.  Where's Bob