A dog's life - jet settin' for the holidays

Its tough to be me - having to fly in the world's smallest pet carrier (hint Mum.)

But I got to spend Christmas on the Gulf Coast with my Mum and her pack and my sister!!!! Yes, that's right, my sister lives with Mum's brother's family. She's all dainty and delicate and well behaved and probably is was dropped on her head because (my sister, not my mom.) she comes when she's called, she doesn't bark near as loud as I do, and she's pretty much potty trained. In short, she made me look REALLY bad. Yep, she's definitely had all those tackles and bites I gave her coming. Little sisters are the PITS.
Check me out - stylin' on the golf course. I am one handsome canine!! Mmm, mmm, mmm.

I got to go out with Mum and Grandpa and chase golf balls while he practiced chipping. Grandpa said I need to learn to fetch them and then drop them in the hole. If I thought it would get me better kibble and sleeping arrangments, I might consider it.

Oh yeah, Mom bought herself this "How to train Dogs" book. What a load of crap. She could have spent that money on treats or toys but instead I'm hearing "NO." and "COME HERE" and "SIT." And "STAY." As if. I live with cats - like I'm going to do THAT - they still get fed and get to come and go as they please - I demand equal rights.

Here's my sister. Sure, she's cute and all, but she's not as great as me. Of course, that would be tough, so we cut her a bit of slack - notice she's a blonde. No wonder she does what she's told.

Mom said Uncle Bob bought me a card to PetSmart - SWEET! I LOVE PetSMART - everyone there thinks I am SO cute and I get all sorts of treats and stuff. Now, if I could only convince mom to spend it on treats instead of pee-pads.....

Do not adjust your screen....

This is another one of those cats I live with...

It makes me feel good to know that Mum will never deny me food. Can you believe how fat this cat is??? And she's afraid of ME???

She runs in fear when ever I approach - do not be fooled by the picture - she's terrified of me. HA! As well she should, being an evil cat.At least I only have to deal with two. Mum's internets friend Crazy Aunt Purl has FOUR of these beasties!!! FOUR?! She must be insane. And awash with hair and kat puke.

One last cute picture - mum likes me lots.

peace out, homies.

Welcome to the Rock!

(say it again, but this time, try sound like Sean Connery)

OK - So this is my new jail, I mean, pad during the day. I find that the accoustics in the living room are not near what they were in the bathroom so I have to shreek louder. This all started because one day, when mom got home, I met her at the door. This is where I was living:

Mom wanted to upload a photo of the baby gate and the bathroom where I was chillin but the blog site is all screwy. Anyway, I managed to climb the baby gate and meet her. So then she started closing the bathroom door.

My response was to do paw-paints with my poo on her walls and door in the bathroom. For some reason, she was not pleased. (hello, I am a yorkie-POO after all...)

Anyway, so here I sit. When Mom gets home these days, she's usually stressed and bummed - apparently someone higher in the pack has decided to fire a bunch of people and she's really worried that she might be one. I told her we could share my kennel, but that didn't go over well. (See, I knew it sucked) At any rate, I do my best to cheer her up and she lets me chase her and play and stuff. I make her laugh so its all good.

I still don't like the kennel though.