My portrait

Mum went to the big fancy city with all the stuffy pack leaders. She went through a museum, where she took a picture of one of the paintings.

I told her it was US!!! Me and MUM in our very own portrait in the fancy picture place in the fancy city!!!


Mum didn't think that was funny, but she did agree that it looked like me.



See?


except if it were REALLY me and Mum I would be curled up on her lap or shoulders.

but its still a good resemblence.

Still barkin'

Hey my homies - I am still alive and kickin'.

Mum even took me to a PROFESSIONAL groomer. I got a ROCKIN' hair cuts and LOTS of treats.

See how much I like it?


Other than that, not much happenin' - Mum left me at Aunt Ima's while she went partying in DC. (grumble). But she's back now and I am very glad. I thought she'd never come back. I was sad. I was good, but I was sad.

She says that this year for halloween I am going to be something called a Toto. I hope its not too itchy a costume.

Casa de Ugh

Many of you out there in the B-dawg fan club have asked about what I do all day. Well, because Mum has a difficult schedule, and I like peeing on a carpet more than a pee pad (though I prefer grass to ANYTHING else), I have to spend her business hours in a cage. It sucks



Mum did upsize it to two crates, thanks to Auntie Vickie, but it still bites.

When Mum gets home, I am so good and quiet, but I just can't help but shake my whole bootie I am so excited to see her. I get to go straight outside WITHOUT A LEASH to do the potty thing. Mum knows that I am so happy she's home, she doesn't need to leash me to keep me from wandering off.

I luv my Mum. I tolerate my crate, just for her. Good thing she gives me treats.