Fulmer the Great Pumpkin

My mom loves to call me her pumpkin. I really never asked why. I just like it when she loves on me and coos, "My little pumpkin." So today, I got to go to the spa so they could steal my stink. While we were there Mom bought me a Halloween costume much to my dismay. I was actually delighted when I found that it was a pumpkin costume. I thought it would be fun to pretend that I am a real pumpkin. Plus Mom might love on me more if she really thinks I am a pumpkin since she has some kind of infatuation with them. So anyways, we get home and Mom puts the costume on me. Then she stands back and says, "Wow. You almost look like the real Fulmer. The Great Pumpkin." I didn't understand what she meant. So while she wasn't looking I did some research. I typed in The Great Pumpkin Fulmer to google and I found this picture of Phillip Fulmer. See, I'm named after Phillip Fulmer because Mom and Daddy are big Vols fans. They say they gave their first born to UTK to go to school so I guess it must be a great place. I never saw a picture of him though. He really does look like a pumpkin! 

I was a little broken hearted because afterwards I felt like I wasn't Mom's special pumpkin. I pouted a little bit and Mom thought it was because I didn't like my costume. So she gave me some extra special attention. I tried to tell her it was because I wasn't special. I felt like my whole existence was because of some guy that loved football. She said, "Fulmer you are my special pumpkin. I love you. I could never love Coach Fulmer like I love you. I just think he was a great coach. My life has gone on without Coach Fulmer, but my life could never go on without you." And then she cuddled with me. So now I feel proud to wear my pumpkin costume! I was actually kinda getting used to wearing my pumpkin costume until Mom said, "Just wait until Christmas when we get you a new Santa suit. It'll be so cute!" Until then....Fulmer.

So Mom and Daddy are talking about Halloween and how all the kids that are going to come to our door. I wondered what Halloween is. Is it where you hollow out weenies and cook them a special way? I pulled my special eavesdropping trick again and then I heard words like costume, trick, treat, and pumpkin. I got really excited about the treat part. I love treats! The pumpkin part made me happy too because Mom says I'm her little pumpkin. The trick part...not so much. I hate doing tricks. The costume part absolutely made me shudder. The more and more I hear about this Halloween the more I hate it. I would miss out on the treat and pumpkin part to not have to dress up. I have awful memories of a santa costume that my Mom and Daddy terrorized me with last Christmas. It all started when Daddy brought me home to surprise Mom for Christmas. I also heard Daddy telling a friend once it was so that Mom would forget about babies for awhile, but I don't understand that one. Anyways, Daddy's mom, my Gigi came over to celebrate me. She brought this awful santa suit and hat for me so that Dad could officially present me to Mom as a Christmas gift. It was so stiff and hot. I couldn't walk straight in it. It weighed more than I did and I kept falling over! I have never been as happy as I was the day I outgrew that awful suit. Mom mistook my smug behavior as depression and bought me a new suit. But this time it was a Tennessee Vols jersey. I loved it!!! Now I just want a Tennessee Titans jersey. But something tells me I need a Titans sweater because Mom and Daddy said the game last Sunday was COLD!!! Until then...Fulmer

So this big green thing and red things have been sitting in the floor for days. They've been slowly collecting clothes. After Mom and Daddy did a million loads of laundry they started putting their favorite clothes in. I started wondering if they were getting rid of all their clothes and going shopping. I thought maybe they might get something for me! Then I started hearing words like "camper", "gone for a week", and "I'm going to miss little Fulmer pup". They only say these words when they're leaving me! So I decided to eavesdrop and play with my green ball right on Mom's lap so I could hear what's going on. I found out that Mom is on Fall Break from school and she's not spending it with me at home. Daddy and she are going to some places called Boston, New York City, and Philadelphia. I thought Boston was a type of dog, not a place. Anyways, they are going up on Sunday to see the Titans play the Patriots and decided to stay away for a week "up North" and camp. Mom said something about it being their wedding anniversary, whatever that means. That's why they aren't taking me. Auntie Meg, Uncle Kyle, and Miss Christy are taking care of me. Maybe I'll get to go to the dog park with Miss Christy's dogs, Nella and Hogan. They are nice. Hogan smells good. I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to stow away in Mom and Daddy's car. I'll miss them for a week. I hope that they get me a new basball. Until then...Fulmer

Dogs on the Diamond

Do you have toys that remind you of certain memories? I do. I have a baseball that I caught at the Lookout's dogs on the diamond day. It was a foul ball that was hit along the third base line and my Mom went to get it for me. I love going new places, so I was stoked when my Mom took me, Auntie Meggie, and Cousin Kate to the ball field. I love balls!!! I've never seen a game where people hit a small ball like that and run. I love running, too. It was the most fun I've ever had. It was really hot though. But the McKamey Animal Shelter was looking out for us dogs and they provided lots of ice cold water. My Mom even bought vanilla ice cream for all of us. It was deeeelicious!!! I got to run around the bases with Kate before the game so I felt like a celebrity. Here's a pic of us. 

Anyways, I told you about my baseball because it's worn out. The strings are sticking out. Daddy says it's not safe for me so he took it away. It was the best ball ever. Except for my green ball. I'm hoping that Mom takes me to another ball game soon so I can get another ball. Until then...Fulmer

It's always fun when you win!

My parents love football. I like balls, and I love my parents. So I guess it's fun to sit in their lap while they watch a bunch of guys fight over balls. This is my first full football season. I vaguely remember what the end of last year was like. Saturdays were quiet because the Tennessee Vols' season was over really soon apparently. Sundays were loud because the Titans were awesome. But, Mom and Daddy were gone because they went to games in Nashville so I missed a lot of the action. 

Anyways, I've never appreciated football fully until this season because I was adopted so late into last season. And every moment I remember was a good one because they did so well. This season I have realized that football is emotional. We are not always the winners. Sometimes the bad guys win. When the bad guys win Mom and Daddy are in really bad moods. Today we won! Mom and Daddy were really happy because they say it's the first SEC win, whatever that means. I did get kind of confused because they said we beat the dogs. That sounds awful! I thought my parents liked dogs!!! All of their friends were here which is always fun for me. It's nice because the yelling is happy yelling, not mean angry cussing. I always feel like I'm in trouble when I hear that. 

So, everyone was in such a good mood that they decided to take me outside to play! They brought Uncle Kyle's Nerf football to throw. But I thought they took it out to throw to me! But they didn't! They threw it really high to each other and they were standing really far apart. I kept running back and forth to catch it, but they wouldn't throw it low enough for me. After running back and forth so much, I started to get out of breath. I also got really upset. So finally I collapsed at Uncle Kyle's feet and started telling him how mean they were being. I'm a little guy! It's almost as if they were playing pug in the middle! They finally let me play with it and it really wasn't that fun. The ball was too big for my snout. I told Daddy I wanted to go back inside and get my green ball after some cold water. It was a fun experience. They said that was fine because the Bama Auburn was on. All in all, If the football was orange I would've liked it better. Until then...Fulmer.

I hate Mom's job

My mom is gone all day everyday. Then when she comes home she's mean. See mom is a teacher. She has 22 third graders at an inner city school. I don't know what this mean, but when people are over and she's talking about it I hear lots of "bless your heart" or "I just don't know how you do it". 

Anyways, when she quits being mean and makes dinner I can sit on her lap and she loves on me, but then she starts working again!!! She gets all these white thin things out and writes numbers on them. I like to chew and play with them. She gets REALLY upset when I do this. But I can't help it. They look like leaves. This is a picture of me watching t.v. while Mom finishes whatever it is that you call it. 

I also hate it when she gets out the white thing that I write this blog on. She puts it right in her lap... right in my spot! I'm starting to think it's some sort of a pet because sometimes it makes weird noises and changes faces. But she doesn't give it treats like she gives me so she must love me more. And it sleeps in a case. I get to sleep in the bed. Ha!

Most of all, I hate that Mom has to get up super early. She gets up before it's even light. Sometimes I get up and help her get ready. I try to help her with her pants, but she acts like she doesn't need my help. The only thing I like about Mom getting up early is that I get Daddy all to myself. I jump back in the bed and keep him company. He never says thanks though. He always says, "Fulmer Dammit!" I thought my last name was Thurmond. I think he's confused. 

Hopefully one day Mom will stay home with me more often. Especially when her and Daddy get this baby thing they keep talking about. Until then...Fulmer

I love new places!

I heard those 8 magical words this afternoon. I thought Mom was pulling my tail when she said, "Do you want to go for a ride?" because she was still making dinner. She told me she said that so that Daddy would have to take us somewhere because I get excited and he can't turn me down. I'm glad to know that Mom is on my side. And it's been so long since I've been somewhere fun because of all the rain we've had. I feel like I've been inside for a month! So anyways, there I am waiting on Mom, Daddy, and Uncle Kyle to finish eating dinner and they were discussing where to go. See, recently, Chattanooga opened up some new areas for dogs, but apparently they aren't 100% doggy ready yet, but Mom and Daddy didn't want to go to the dog park. I've been picked on pretty bad the last couple of times. They decided to take me to a dog friendly park named Renaissance Park. I was so excited on the way because it wasn't even a part of town I was familiar with. We finally get there and..... it was so amazing! It was right on the river. Mom and Daddy love the river because it makes them feel like they are back at their old house. Daddy also LOVES to fish. As a matter of fact, this is me waiting impatiently while Daddy looks for fish by a pier. The walk was so much fun. There was a group of other moms exercising. I don't understand why Mom, Daddy, and Uncle Kyle kept laughing at them. I thought it looked really fun. Mom wouldn't let me go play with them, and I didn't think that was fair at all! After a walk through the park I was pooped and ready to go home. Now my family and I are even more excited for Chattanooga to open up more dog friendly areas. Until then...your pal, Fulmer