Friday errands

Don't worry, the car was parked and Mom had ahold of me.

Scenes from our weekend, Part 3:

Napping:



I am keeping Dad's spot warm for him in this picture. We napped once on Saturday, twice on Sunday, and once on Monday, logging about ten napping hours in all. We Nyland-Hokes are all power-nappers.

Scenes from our weekend, Part 2

Lounging on the balcony:

If you look closely, you can see some Yogokiss on my nose. Mom let me lick her bowl.

Scenes from our weekend, Part 1

Hanging out on the couch:




Don't let these cats fool you: no one is as fanatically devoted to dad as I am.

Gentlepups, start your engines!

We'll sit on our balcony today and listen to the cars from the track. I've already had my strut around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway earlier this month - here's me at the finish line.

Look at the difference a year makes!

Baby me:


Adult me:


Mom and Dad brought me home one year ago today. I had an upset tummy, a rat-tail, and some very hostile housemates. Now I never turn down a treat, my tail is a beautiful plume, and the cats alternate between tolerating me and liking me.

I can state for a fact that I'm the most loved dog in the entire world. Mom and Dad have left vacation early to come home and get me (their separation anxiety far exceeds mine). They sing me little ditties that they make up about me, and I have about 87 nicknames. Even when they're strict - like making me wear a lifejacket on the boat, carrying me across the street, or refusing to give me any chocolate - I know they're doing it because they love me.

To celebrate, tonight I'm going to pick out some goodies at Three Dog Bakery and then we'll go on a nice long walk.

You're taking my picture on the bed again, Mom? Yawn.


Okay, here's the obligatory Dad cuddling shot. Hurry up and get it over with already.

Crazy fur

Mom and Dad went to Chicago overnight, and when they picked me up from Camp Bow Wow I needed a bath. I took a nap while I was still damp and look what happened:

Chicken Wire on the Balcony

Dad put up some wire screen on the balcony. Now I can go out and not be on leash.
This is more like it!

Aah, the sun on my belly. What could be better?

Sunday Morning

Nothin to do on a Sunday morning but lay in the sun. Maybe if I look bored enough, Mom and Dad will take me somewhere.Success, we're at Petite Chou! One of my favorite brunch spots.
Hello there friend.
I know what I want! Their Frosty Paws ice cream is delicious. Although the last time I ate too much of it, and it made my poop really soft and bubbly. Perhaps I'll try the free range 3 egg omelette instead.