Sunday, August 28, 2005
The Blanket War


When I break free from the blankets grasp I'll shake the blanket and say, "Gggrrrr, Rowf!". I really show that blanket who's boss!


Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Alone at last

I spent the day lounging around the house with no anxiety of being disturbed or bit or rubbed up against. I took a bath in one of my favorite windows. Lovely.
I was really hoping that they wouldn't bring him back home... alas, they did. Oh well, I guess I was missing the little guy... Don't tell anyone I said that.
Over the river and through the woods

The following are photos of my adventure. My Momma brought my toys along in case

My Gramma and Grampa have an enormous front yard that I could run and play in. And my Mommas uncle and aunt live right next door so I got to meet them too. They are very nice and took my picture. Another first meeting was my


After running around the big yard my Momma took me to the dock so I could sniff around.

I love going to my Gramma and Grampas house!!!

I felt bad for Tiki, he really missed out... even though he swore to me that he wanted to stay home and said 'no really, it will be MY best day ever'.
I think he was pretty happy to have the house to himself. When we got home I was exhausted and needed a nap. It was the BEST DAY!!

Thursday, August 18, 2005
A trip to the vet
My Momma took me to the vet office the other day. She will take me there from time to time. I am not a big fan. Although, this time was not that bad. The vet lady was very nice to me and gave me treats and told me how wonderful and cute I am. But then, she pricked me in my bum with


My new toy is a bumble bee bear. I love my bumble bee bear! He has these antenna things that are fun to chew on... I may have accidently chewed one right off. Don't tell anyone. Uhmm, also


Windows

There is a shrub right outside my favorite window. A shrub that the birds love to play around in. Right next to the shrub my Momma has placed a bird fee

Sunday, August 14, 2005
The present and other exciting developments


This is me sitting. I'm a good boy.
To the right is me doing the lie down. I'm looking cute for the camera. Aren't I cute? My Momma tells me all the time that I'm the cutest thing.

I've had a fun weekend with my Momma and Poppa.
They like to take lots of pictures of me though... and that's kind of fun. I occassionally like to ham it up for the camera.

Friday, August 12, 2005
How it is now

Sometimes we'll play together. Its fun to run around and chase eachother. It used to annoy me but now that he's bigger it's more fun. Strange tha

To the right is a picture of me on my bed. It's rammed into the back of the couch because someone we know always trys to tear it into a billion pieces. I like to sit on my bed and take baths, nap, and observe the little beast. It drives Atticus crazy because he can't reach me from here.

Besides the arm of my couch the next best battle place is behind the couch. I like to lure Atticus back there so we

In all, I'm happy Atticus is here. I guess I was kind of lonely and needed a playmate. My Momma and Poppa are so smart. They knew it would be fun for me to have a little brother.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Dog Park
My Momma took me to a new place on Sunday. The Dog Park. When we got there I was suprised to see my friend Gatsby!! I wasn't expecting to see him. How fun!
My Momma made me go into a separate yard from Gatsby... I guess because I'm still a little guy. When I got into the yard it had lots of space to run and play. There was a pool for me and sticks to chew on! There were no other puppies there so I had this huge yard all to myself. My Momma and I ran around a bit then we went to the fence and watched the big kids play. A couple of the dogs came up to talk to me, that was nice. They felt bad for me because I was all by myself. I told them I was OK. I had my Momma.
When we got home I told my Poppa all about the dog park. I wonder why Tiki didn't come along? I think because he's too wimpy.
Friday, August 05, 2005
See this Paw?

I'm trying to nap, will you leave me alone?? I just want to sit here and look outside with no disturbances from you, you little twerp!
I just want a little sniff. Why do you have to be so snotty and stuckup? Don't you ever like to just

"Not touchin'. Can't get mad!!!"
You never just sit still. You're always running around biting me. I don't like it when you're so hyper. It makes me feel anxious!
I'm just having a little fun. You need to loosen up.

No you aren't. I'm getting pretty big. Here, look at MY paw! Aren't you scared?
No Atticus, I'm not scared. Sheesh. Would you just scram? Go chew on something. Like that foul odored chewed up thing.
Whatever kid, all that stuff is MINE. I'm just letting you play with it because I'm a nice guy.
Right, you're a nice guy. Well, fine. I'll go play somewhere else. But I'm telling you. You're missing out.

Hmph, he's finally gone... Alone at last... I bet he's still around here somewhere... I'll just check.
He's really gone... good!!
... Hm, I'm a little lonely now... where did that guy go.
My naps
I spend mo

I think Atticus really does like naps, he always naps in his prison. Momma & Poppa put me in the prison sometimes... i really hate it. I would r

Sometimes my Momma likes to wake me up from my naps. She'll wake me up to hug me and kiss me. I guess because I look so cute when I'm napping. I know, I'm irresistable.
A perfect day for me consists of a leisurely morning in my window looking outside. I love watching those flying creatures and the chippies and the squirrels. Those guys are so crazy. Sometimes my Poppa will shut my window. When that happens I hate him. He's so mean!!
From my window I like to go to my favorite sunspot and catch some rays. And then I'll go for a long nap on my Momma & Poppas bed. Thats the best napping area. In the evenings I'll sit with my family in the

I guess I'm getting used to the little guy. We have some fun times... I've given him some good punches and a couple nibbles. I dont know why he still insists on messing with me.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Some photos of me ...


The next few photos are of me having fun with my toys, terrorizing my dumb brother and generally being myself. I love to chew things. There's nothing better than a good chew. Especially chewing things that make strange noises. Although there's something strange about those little guys that I don't understand. I chew them and shake them and finally I think I've killed it.. but it's still squeeking! One day boy, I'm going to get those guys!!
I've found that some things that I chew on get me into a little bit of trouble. For example, I like to chew on Tiki. He doesn't lik


As I said before, I love terrorizing my brother Tiki. I enjoy harrassing him because he really, really HATES it. I'm pretty sure it drives him completely crazy. At first he would run away but now he's starting to fight back a bit. It's way more fun when he fights back... even though he hits like a girl!! HAH!