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?