
I don’t need a lot of attention but when I want it, I want it NOW. Can a guy get a little tug on the rope over here?!

I don’t need a lot of attention but when I want it, I want it NOW. Can a guy get a little tug on the rope over here?!

Okie dokes. I shall sit here and stare into space until you play with me.

I knew that the creepy staring would work….works every time…

Boy, my teeth are tired. I also think I have a little whiplash from all the tuggin’ too. I’ll be back for more in a bit.

This is one very large ball and I want to take it home.

The Girl just ran 13.1 miles and she’s still got enough energy to put me in a headlock. Sheesh.

This is the best seat in the car: in the passenger seat on The Girl’s lap for height, and pressed up against the window for my viewing pleasure.

Dude, why does human food have to look so tasty? That ginger cookie needs to get in my belly.

Stupid Girl put me in this ridiculous thing a few years ago at Bossman’s 30th birthday Batman party and I can’t believe she still has it. She’s making me put it on again for this retarded holiday. I hate Halloween.

My pal, Baby J, is turns one year old today. I can still remember when he was a wee little guy that could barely keep his eyes open long enough to look at me. Now he’s bigger, weighs almost as much as I do, and can grab my tail with an iron grip. Happy Birthday, Little Dude!