Teddy Bear

My Mom is fond of calling me her little teddy bear.



I, however, think I look nothing like a bear!

Rebellious Teenage Puppy

"My parents are so upset with me. They paid a professional groomer to cut my hair so I would look really nice for Christmas. The next day my Mom was dying her hair. I want to be just like my Mom, so when she wasn't looking I grabbed the bottle of dye. Oh how they screamed when they saw the brown spots all over my head! I got three baths but it didn't come out."

R.I.P. Blue Mousey

I'm a sad pup. This is the last photo of me and my blue mousey. Blue mousey was one of my favorite toys, but my super mean cousin Lily decided that blue mousey wasn't meant for this world.

I'll have my revenge.

Learning To Dance

Hey Lily, let me show you how to dance!

First you curtsy.

Then you wiggle on your back.

And you end by gracefully pointing your nose at the sky.

Mommy's Little Muppet

My Mommy calls me her little muppet.

What's a muppet?

Day 2 in My New Home (Part 1)

Today was a day about learning.

Mr. Devin taught me how to play fetch.

I learned that Mrs. Lori makes funny noises when I chew on her toes.

I learned how to run and pounce and chase people around the yard.

I also learned that Great-Grandpa Del gives me extra treats when I go number 2 in his neighbors yard.

I learned if I lay like this, Mr. Devin will scratch under my right leg and... "Oh yeahhhhhhh, that's the spot..."

I learned how to itch those hard to reach places.

I learned that leaves taste good...

...but twigs taste better.

Day 2 in My New Home (Part 2)

I learned that chewing on stuff can take a lot out of a pup.

I learned that this weird metal cage...

...equals an extremely unpleasent experience...

...and a total loss of dignity.

Day 1 with My New Mom and Dad (Part 1)

My new mom, Mrs. Lori, bought me a collar. My dad, Mr. Devin, bought me a binky.

This is my cousin Philip. He gave me a kiss...

...and then he tried to step on me. My intimidation skills are really lacking.

Day 1 with My New Mom and Dad (Part 2)

I visited my new vet today. My new vet is named Dr. Cat (really)!

I tried to be extra cute around Dr. Cat, but when it came time to take my temperature...
...yeah. I won't make that mistake again! Next time I'm biting someone!

I'm pooped people. Leave me alone. Wake me for lunch.