Guarding my rawhide

Mom's on a rampage...

...a furniture-buying rampage, that is. This is her newest acquisition. I love it!

What the heck is going on here?

I think I'm going to have to teach this cat a lesson!

Ikea Klippan and Lack table, you've been great to me, but...

We're about to part ways.

Making myself useful

Good to the last kibble

I have never eaten food so quickly as I did tonight...Royal Canin dachshund formula is so delicious that I was licking my bowl.

I'm not coming out til Dad comes home

Alpha Dog is gone...

...and I'm beside myself. I was so pouty that Mom gave me a spoonful of peanut butter to perk me up:



Ah ha, that's right - now I remember: Mom is easily manipulated. She's just one of the pack, and a pretty feeble-minded one at that. This will be lots of fun. I relished the look on her face when I decided to run under the couch instead of into my pen. (I always run right into my pen for Dad!) She couldn't leave for work while I was under the couch!

I started barking as I heard her lock the door. I bet if I keep barking, she'll be stupid enough to come back!

Mom loves it when I curl up on her. Last night I found a comfy spot to rest in:

New Couch!

I think I like it.

See that common housecat getting ready to scratch the new couch? Dad says my job is to punish the cats when they do that. Oh yeah, I think I can do that. Bad cat!

Natural light is much better than flash bulbs