Back from vacation!

Given my worldwide readership and endless sphere of influence :), I'd like to take this time to thank everyone for their gifts this holiday season. I began with an early Christmas when I receives a monstrous rawhide candy cane from Dave. I'll be working on that for a while now (can't wait). I got my first christmas sweater (featured on the infamous Christmas card) from Maris and the Bishes. For those of you who did not receive one of these photo treasures, I'll post a picture here. I also received a nice new jacket from Pat and Sandy (photos coming soon). While I was in Philadelphia visiting Kaye's family I opened some great toys, including three little chipmunks that I can't stop squeaking. They fascinate me, they really do!

There is so much stuff that I have to play with that I wanted to use this forum to thank everyone for helping me fend off another year of boredom with treats, toys, and stylish clothes. Thank you everyone! Bark Bark!

Fun Bumper Sticker

It's not the OBX you see on the back of every land rover from here to Seattle... it's better!

What do I want for Christmas?

Well... here's a hint. I was pretty darn happy in these pictures. Anything that was once attached to a pig or cow in any way will do nicely :)

White House Photo

Here's a pic from my visit to the white house. I was going to say hi to Barney and Ms. Beazley, but they weren't outside. It's ok, though... I left them a little something to let them know I was on their lawn. :)

I hate the rain

There are some things that I will never like. Lettuce. Siberian huskies. Doorknobs. Badgers. Rain.

There you have it, rain is among my mortal enemies. It falls from the sky, makes me wet and stinky, then it stops but still makes my chest wet when i go in the grass. I don't like going outside in the morning and feeling freezing wet grass against my chest. Imagine if you had to be dragged out of bed and put chest-down in icy grass and forced to poop on command.

Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. Here's a picture of me with a raincoat that Kaye brought home for me. It didn't fit, so it's back to the drawing board.

I'm sleeping

I know it's been a few months now, so I assume that you know me. I only do a few things, and i do them well. I destroy rawhide. I sleep like a professional narcoleptic. I chase my mortal enemy, the squeaker, and remove him from all of my toys. Finally, I sleep.

To the right is a picture that says, "What can you possibly want that is so important that you needed to wake me up?" I was hoping there was some rawhide that needed to be taken care of. Instead, they wanted me to go outside and do my business.

I have never been so disappointed in all of my life. Can you imagine how warm and cozy it is under these sheets? Next time, spare me the trip outside, I'm sleeping!

Things that make you go... yummmm

Now don't ask me if this is one of those cosmic things, like what happens when you feed hamburger to a cow or McNuggets to a chicken? But I was strangely drawn to this one stand near the White House on a recent trip into the city.

We were strolling around, just like any other day, when I suddenly stopped. I put my nose up in the air and was drawn in by the most delicious scent. To my surprise, I was not bought one of these delightful "hot dogs" because of the resemblance to my figure. How dare they deprive me of a delicious treat based on shape alone. After all, there aren't any dogs in hot dogs, are there? :)

The FDR Memorial is Cool

So we all went to the FDR memorial recently, and that's when I discovered that FDR loved dogs! Fala was his scottish terrier and made headlines from time to time. Here is a picture of me touching one of those creepy metal pillars at the memorial. Also, below is a speech FDR gave about his pooch:

"These Republican leaders have not been content with attacks on me, or my wife, or on my sons. No, not content with that, they now include my little dog, Fala. Well, of course, I don't resent attacks, and my family doesn't resent attacks, but Fala does resent them. You know, Fala is Scotch, and being a Scottie, as soon as he learned that the Republican fiction writers in Congress and out had concocted a story that I had left him behind on the Aleutian Islands and had sent a destroyer back to find him--at a cost to the taxpayers of two or three, or eight or twenty million dollars--his Scotch soul was furious. He has not been the same dog since. I am accustomed to hearing malicious falsehoods about myself--such as that old, worm-eaten chestnut that I have represented myself as indispensable. But I think I have a right to resent, to object to libelous statements about my dog."
--Sept. 23, 1944, address to the Teamsters Union