
Hello there. Could I bother you for a treat or quick walk outside? Perhaps if I just sit here and keep staring at you, you will give in to my dashing good looks and do as I say?

Hello there. Could I bother you for a treat or quick walk outside? Perhaps if I just sit here and keep staring at you, you will give in to my dashing good looks and do as I say?

The Girl went skiing and left me at home by myself all day. Being the super opportunist, I decided to make myself a new bed with the duffel bag (filled with squishy snow clothes) that she left behind. Now this is what I call a fantastic find! Ahh…so comfy.

It’s MY ball. I don’t care if half of it is missing and the squeaker is toast AND that it gets stuck in my pointy tooth. I will steal your socks and eat them if you throw it in the trash.

I’m just heading out for my usual stroll-and-pee. The Girl thought it would be a good idea to bring the camera today. *sigh* It’s tough being so handsome. Not just ANYONE can look this good in an elevator.



I took a road trip with The Girl and Bossman this weekend and got to play in the snow. It was cold and refreeeeeshing.

This is me pWning my best buddy, Fabian Fox. He would like a cafe aulait but he’ll have to wait.

…of The Ghost of Over-Priced-Flowers-Chocolate-Lacey-Hearts Day. Ooooo…

Check out the new bling I’m sportin’ today. It’s straight up from the Motherland and I’m livin’ large.

I’m still bummed out in my bum. I had to wake up The Girl this morning at 4:45 am with a poo emergency. I thought I was feeling better but maybe not yet.

Too pooped to type. Just enjoy my paw pads for now…