Crazy Morning

Morning walks. Every guy needs one. I pester those people who feed me by pretending I’m really crazy when I get up in the morning. They say “we got to get him out of the house!” And that’s how I get my walk.

Game of My Throne

I’m a couch dog. Really, this is my throne. But when we watch TV and I’m sitting here I’m a couch dog. Yesterday I jumped on my person’s bed and woke her up. Soft things and me go together.

What’s THIS?

I lost my legs!  Hahaha.  I bet I fooled you.  I woke up this morning after a very relaxing and warm sleep and my people sent me out the door to this!  It’s cold, it’s white, it’s fun to run through.  I cannot believe my people put this stuff all over my yard.  I can eat it and it’s like drinking cold water.  I can jump in the air and land with my head under a pile of … what is this stuff?  I can’t wait to go back and play some more.

Getting a Touch Up Around the Ears

You know, handsome guys like me need to get a trim from time to time.  So, the other day I was hanging out at Haus Juris – my homeland – and I thought, “why not get a little of the fuzz taken off”?   So I did.  I look pretty good.  Right?  

ZING!

Me in the country. I know it looks like I’m sitting on someone’s patio with a cushy pillow but I’m really roughing it out here. I’ve been pushing lots of buttons today. The country air makes my mind zing. People don’t get it – they need to chill when I’m rambunctious. That toy is a devil. It comes alive and rolls around by itself. Freaked me out. Whoa. I bit a leg off so it would stop.

Puppy Suffrage

Me in my green snake sash. We dogs don’t usually allow photos of us in sashes. Someone took this picture when I was resting up after chasing some of those fuzzy yellow balls they toss around and make me catch. I actually like that game. I don’t ever get to keep the balls. It’s pretty hard and I get sleepy. Then they put stuff on me and take pictures. Puppies don’t get a vote.

Smelling Like Me

I had a bath today.    I don’t think getting dunked in water and then having some guy blow dry my coat is a great idea, but the people who make me do things like it when I don’t smell like a dog.  (What’s wrong with smelling like a dog?)  So, I went along with the game.  I made sure I yipped and acted up as much as I could.  I have to say, the result makes me look very handsome as usual.  That’s my own personal walk of stars I’m looking at.  

Ruuuuun

I like to go outside and run run run run run run run run. Sometimes I stop so those people who feed me can take my handsome picture. Then I jump up and run run run run run run run run run …