Feeling cooperative tonight

I'm in a good mood because a nice little girl came over to play with me tonight, so I decided to strike some poses for Mom. I wish I had been captured with Meira, who at 17 months old was about my height when I stood up like a human would. She was sweet even when she was barking at me.

My Doggy Dad

This is my doggy dad, Daniel. Isn't he gorgeous?
He's a "size reducer," which makes sense since I'm so little!



Did you think he'd be a shaggy redhead like my human dad?

This is a picture of me from Saturday, when I was still recovering from a fun Friday night with my Weimaraner friend, Kali:


Don't I take an awful lot of pictures where I look exactly the same? I'm like my Mom: I know my good side.

Photo Shoot on the Bed

I've heard of using Vaseline on the camera lens for aging actors and actresses, but this is just smudges on the lens from my nose. Honest!
See, Mom has cleaned the lens and it's me in all my glory.

Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom

My friend Gladys came over on Saturday. She has about eighty-seven times more energy than I do. We had a lot of fun:










I'm wiped out:

My birthday party

The three stooges (er, dachshunds):


Eating a piece of my cake:


Post-cake:


Oscar eating his cake:


Dana, the pied piper, with (left to right) me, Charlie, Gladys, and Oscar:




Charlie, Gladys, and me salivating over Dad's strawberry-frosted Dunkin' Donut (thanks Sarah! -Chloe's Dad):


I didn't realize I would get presents! (Neither did Mom and Dad!) THANK YOU!

Puppy Party

Today is my first birthday! This is my peanut-mutter cake from Three Dog Bakery:





Several of my friends are coming over today to help me eat it! Mom and Dad will post pictures of my party later this afternoon.

I'm back live on the internetz!

Click here to watch me play!

First Birthday on February 17th

I'm not sure what a "birthday" is, but I have my first one this Sunday, February 17th. I hope it's a good thing. I know that Mom has ordered a bone shaped "cake" from Three Dog Bakery and I've heard of a party at noon on Sunday. It's all very secretive. Anyway, it can't be all bad, because I got this really neat card from Grandma Nyland today. The outer envelope was addressed to "Miss Chloe Dog Nyland."

Bath Time!

Mom and Dad finally got wise and realized the kitchen sink was the perfect place to bathe me.
We had a nice long walk out in the snow and ice. Apparently I got a little dirty.

Looking wistful

I destroyed the weenie on the right in less than 24 hours. Mom and Dad held on to my first weenie (on the left) for posterity.

As you can see, doggy daycare put me out of commission last night:


The nice ladies who work there told Mom and Dad that I never stood still and got along with the other dogs splendidly.

Doggy Day Care update

Although I was sad to see Mom and Dad go this morning, I'm getting along quite well at Camp Bow Wow. Mom has no doubt called to check in on me [Chloe's correct; I have. -Chloe's Mom]

My Protector

The other day, I was in bed with Dad keeping him company while he was home sick from work. Seymore was burrowed under the covers, although in my defense, I didn't realize it was Seymore. Large lumps that move ever-so-slightly under the covers are really enticing, okay? All of my poking and prodding Seymore really annoyed him, so he emerged and started swatting at me.

Like a bolt of lightening, Toffee rushed in from the other room. She positioned herself so that she shielded me, and started attacking Seymore, who promptly slunk off to the closet.

I have a new favorite kitty!

Check me out - I'm on the internetz

Go here to check me out! I'm with five or six other small/medium dogs.

New Collar

I'm going to Doggy Day Care tomorrow and I have to wear a collar instead of my Puppia harness. So, I'm sporting this KeepSafe red, breakaway collar. I don't really like it, but Mom and Dad keep telling me that it's pretty.

I'll let you know Doggy Day Care goes...

Rock-a-bye Baby

No, they don't feed me with a bottle or try to burp me.

Reading with Dad

This is going to be fun!
Interesting....
ZZzzzzzzzz.

On top of Clothes Mountain

What do you mean I have to fold all of these clothes if I want my dinner?