Video Time

Dad's finally getting around to playing with the video on his camera. And of course he chose little old me for his subject. Just between us though, I think he kind of half assed this.

This Tortie Cat Must be Crazy...

If she thinks she's taking me for a walk!

Luckily, Mom and Dad put a stop to this. Can you imagine how humiliating that would have been? I would have been the laughing stock of Southstreet Seaport!

Happy Father's Day

Here I am on Father's Day, in my favorite spot in the whole world:




My Dad brings out my silly side; he allows me to drink from his water glass without a second thought; he always lets me have a nibble of whatever he's eating (except chocolate), and he is the best napper in the world.

Dad wasn't so sure about getting a dog; it's because he held out so long that they ended up getting me. If he had been ready for fatherhood earlier, who knows how things would have turned out?

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.

Nice day for a walk!

I got a new blue Puppia and it looks pretty hot on me.

During our walk we stopped at Starbucks. Here's Dad and me looking serious.
Me on Mom's lap.

I met a little kid that wanted to pet me. That was kind of cool.

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!

Rock-a-bye Baby

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

Typical evening formation

Toffee, Wendell, and I severely restricting Dad's comfort.

Napping in Bethesda

Oh Grandma, how I miss you and your constant treats.

Waiting for Santa

He rides around St. Michaels in a fire truck.

The center of activity: the kitchen island

If you click on a picture to enlarge, you might see my new pimple/wart/keloid/ingrown hair (?). Mom and Dad are worried.

Walking around St. Michaels

At Flying Fred's, a pet boutique.


With "Sign 'O the Whale" in the background.



Me to Dad: "Let's go get a baguette from Market House!"