Nightly ritual

Every night I've started laying on Dad's back as he falls asleep.

I think blue is my color

Moving supervision

Mom, Dad, the kitties, and I are packing up and hightailing it to Manhattan!

Aren't I a good little helper?



Ur doin it wrong, Mom.

Having a cocktail on a Saturday night

There's a nearby lounge with an outdoor patio that welcomes dogs. As you can see, I have the best seat in the house to see and be seen.

Miscellaneous posts from the past few days

While Dad was gassing up at the start of our long drive to Michigan this past weekend:


Watching Dad eat a bowl of Fruit Loops:


Dad let me finish said cereal off: